Let Me Out

Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three... Jimo Xuan repeatedly attacked the formation in front of him. Looking at the tiny cracks at the core of the formation, his expression finally improved.

Heaven knows how much he wanted to fly back to Rizhao City immediately after receiving the message from his elder brother, Jimo Qing.

Unfortunately, he had already entered the training room of the Azure Feather Sect and could only leave when his cultivation level improved or he had stayed long enough. He was too lazy to go back to his clan to deal with the elders, so he gritted his teeth and set himself a fifty-year deadline.

They didn't pay attention when they set it up, but now they have to break through the formation to leave.

However, the Azure Feather Sect paid extra attention to the training rooms of its disciples, using only the best materials. Even the array formations were set up by high-level array cultivators. Despite his continuous attempts to break through the array so many times, he only managed to create a few fine cracks in the array's core.

Jimo Xuan sighed, but his hands didn't stop moving... Wait for me, little sister!

In a secret realm hundreds of miles away from the Azure Feather Sect, there was another person who shared the same troubles as Jimo Xuan.

Jimo Bai rubbed the Realm Pearl in his hand, listening to the strange noises coming from outside. His agitation was no less than that of his elder brother Jimo Xuan.

The Realm Pearl struggled twice in his hand, then fell silent as if deflated.

This Morning Splendor Secret Realm was a small, mobile secret realm that Jimo Bai accidentally discovered two months ago. This little secret realm developed sentience and, taking advantage of the fact that others could not easily discover it, it ran around everywhere.

Jimo Bai accidentally fell into a secret realm and has been trapped inside ever since. If it weren't for the fact that his communication talisman still works, the elders of his clan would probably have sent someone to rescue him.

Actually, this secret realm was quite interesting. If it weren't for Jimo Qing's message, he probably would have stayed there a little longer.

But... where in the secret realm is there any fun like having a little sister?

Jimo Bai had no choice but to try his best to find the Realm Pearl that controlled the secret realm, hoping to force the other party to let him leave.

But now that he has the Realm Pearl in his hands, all this guy does is create small disturbances like earthquakes and landslides to scare him; he can't do anything else.

Jimo Bai sighed helplessly, "Why don't you just let me out!"

Realm Pearl:... If I learned this move, do you think you could have stayed inside for two months?!

Jimo Bai was naturally unaware of Realm Pearl's anger. He could only sigh again and murmur, "I wonder where Fourth Brother is now, and whether he has returned to the clan?"

He tossed the Realm Pearl high into the air and caught it again, followed by another rumbling sound from outside. Jimo Bai rubbed his temples, deciding to continue wasting time with this little thing.

Meanwhile, Jimo Lan, who was being talked about by Jimo Bai at this moment, was not much better off than the other two, although she was not as annoyed.

With a grim face, he pulled off the Storage Bag from his waist and tossed it to the weasel-faced man in front of him. Just as the man reached for it, a sharp dagger grazed his wrist and plunged deep into the table.

"I'll ask you one last time, will these things allow you to sail the ship?" Jimo Lan's voice was sinister, as if to say that if the other party still disagreed, he would suffer the same fate as this wooden table.

The man was terrified by his move; the words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.

His job is to shuttle passengers between the two small worlds, but there's a rule in their line of work: they can only do this once a month. He's already done it once this month, so he shouldn't be breaking that rule.

But... after scrutinizing the male cultivator before him, the man swallowed hard and, seeing Jimo Lan's increasingly unpleasant expression, forced a smile, saying, "Yes, of course I can!"

Only after receiving a response did Jimo Lan's expression soften slightly.

The Storage Bag ended up in the boatman's hands; it contained all the Spirit Stone he had earned over the years, enough to easily sell the boatman's flying boat.

But Jimo Lan didn't feel any heartache at all. Instead, he touched the hairpin-shaped magical Law Artifact in his arms—a gift he had prepared for his little sister.

I heard the younger sister's name is "Zanxing," so she must be a beautiful and gentle girl, right?

Jimo Lan thought to herself.

In the Immortal Spirit Realm, in Rizhao City.

Chen Liu had taken his mother to hide in the cellar of his home when the city fell, thinking that this would save them from disaster, but he found that he was too naive.

The Evil Cultivator broke open the stone door above the cellar, grabbed the mother and child by the hair, and dragged them both up.

It wasn't until Chen Liu was slammed to the ground that he noticed that not only them, but also his neighbors and friends had been captured by the Evil Cultivator.

Seeing this, Chen Liu silently shielded her mother, but her heart was filled with coldness.

"Have you found everyone?" the leading Evil Cultivator asked.

The people below nodded in response.

He glanced at the trembling mortals before him, a smile spreading across his greenish face, "Keep the young, get rid of the old and the young!"

They need workers who can do the work, not people they can support.

As soon as the leader of the Evil Cultivator gave the order, the others immediately prepared to attack.

The magical Law Artifact, reeking of blood, was raised high, ready to fall upon Chen Liu's head in the next moment.

Chen Liu closed her eyes tightly, the desperate cries of her mother and others ringing in her ears.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the young lady he had only met a few times. It was a pity that he still hadn't been able to repay her kindness, and Chen Liu felt a little regretful.

With a "thud," came the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The next second, something warm splashed onto Chen Liu's face.

The crying around her seemed to suddenly subside. Sensing something was wrong, Chen Liu quickly opened her eyes and saw a tall, slender figure.

"So, is everything sorted out?" A cold female voice rang in his ears. Chen Liu struggled to look up at the other person, and that beautiful face came into his view.

The other person still had traces of blood on them, and their once neatly tied hair was now disheveled. But it was precisely this somewhat disheveled appearance that, in Chen Liu's eyes, possessed an unapproachable and sharp beauty.

Someone quickly answered the woman's question. A male cultivator dressed as a guard from the city lord's mansion counted the number of people and replied, "Miss, all the Evil Cultivator here have been dealt with."

"Very good." Sang Ying nodded. "Take a few men and escort them back to the manor."

The male cultivator who had answered was now in a dilemma, "But Miss, many of our people have already been sent away. If we leave as well, there will be less than eight people left to stay with you."

The guards who had been sent to escort the ordinary people had not yet returned, and he was really worried about leaving them like this.

"This is my order, and you refuse to obey?" Sang Ying was already quite tired, and she really didn't want to waste any more words.

Sure enough, once she hardened her stance, even though the male cultivator was unwilling, he still selected a few people to accompany him as they escorted Chen Liu and the others away.

Watching Sang Ying's retreating figure with her sword, Chen Liu's heart felt as if it had been scalded, and it began to pound violently.

So this is what the young lady looks like.