When the many Ninth Rank Martial Cultivators were moved out of the Secret Realm, the vast majority were still unconscious.
Thus, the moment they appeared at the valley entrance, a crowd swarmed over and carried the unconscious Martial Cultivators away for treatment.
Chu Xisheng jumped at the sight of the surging crowd and instinctively pressed a hand to the saber at his waist.
After all, the things inside his sleeves were worth at least ten thousand taels of demon silver. He had to be on his guard.
But the next instant, Zhou Xiongba and his wife flew over and landed in front of Chu Xisheng.
"Sorry to have startled you, Young Hero Chu. We never expected such a turn of events in this contest within the Secret Realm."
After landing, Zhou Xiongba cupped his fists toward Chu Xisheng, his face wreathed in an exceedingly warm smile. "Fortunately, we invited you this time, Young Hero Chu. Otherwise, the consequences would truly have been unimaginable."
Du Lingxian looked equally sincere, her words filled with gratitude. "This contest within the Secret Realm was perilous in the extreme. All our Zhou Family disciples survived because of you, young hero. From this day onward, you are our benefactor. Should you ever need our Zhou Family for anything, we will never refuse."
Slightly surprised, Chu Xisheng solemnly returned their salute. "You both give me too much credit! I dare not accept the title of benefactor."
He felt somewhat overwhelmed by their favor. These two powerful fourth- and fifth-grade Martial Cultivators were far too enthusiastic toward him, treating him with exceptional courtesy and respect.
"You deserve it, young hero!"
Du Lingxian shook her head slightly, admiration in her voice. "We witnessed everything that happened inside the Secret Realm with our own eyes. We were both sweating for