Mo Zheng, he has emerged from the Haotian Secret Realm!

Chapter 125 Mo Zheng, he has emerged from the Haotian Secret Realm!

The Flying Sky Mountains, the valley where the Haotian Secret Realm is located.

It was early winter, and the world was bleak. A thin layer of fresh snow had accumulated in the valley, which had fallen the night before.

Li Xiran stood in the valley, holding a long spear, his eyes closed, quietly contemplating.

The state of unity is the harmony between man and weapon; naturally, the more compatible the man and weapon are, the more power they can unleash.

He has not yet reached the peak of this realm and still needs to cultivate his compatibility with the weapon.

Suddenly, he moved.

The spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, was powerful and vigorous. The black spear shadows, accompanied by the whistling wind, stirred up the snowflakes, and its power was extremely fierce.

"This kid practices very hard, but he lacks talent."

Inside a cave not far away, an old man watched Li Xiran practicing his shooting, but shook his head slightly and moved his hand a little closer to the fire.

Although martial arts masters have strong blood and qi and are immune to heat and cold, it is still much more comfortable to warm oneself by a fire in this kind of cold weather. He is old enough not to suffer like that silly boy Li Xiran.

Haotian Secret Realm is the most important secret realm of Huntian Sect, and naturally it is guarded.

The old man and the young boy were the people on duty.

Unfortunately, this secret realm is only opened once every few years; otherwise, there is not a soul in sight, let alone a person.

The sect takes this very seriously, not only assigning them to guard the area, but also sending people to patrol every two or three months, though no one knows what they're patrolling for.

It's important to understand that the secret realm belongs to another world in some respects, and you can't enter even if you have a key unless it opens at the designated time.

Not to mention, the Haotian Secret Realm is extremely dangerous, with a very high casualty rate each time it is opened. The last time it was opened, 150 people went in, and a total of 113 died, a mortality rate of nearly 80%. It is only slightly better than the situation of nine deaths and one life. Who would be so bored as to go in there to seek death?

Even genius disciples who had grasped the essence of martial arts perished inside. The old man simply couldn't understand who would be so foolish as to try to sneak in.

A delicious aroma of food suddenly wafted from the fire.

"Um?

"

The old man's spirits lifted, and he hurriedly poked at the fire with a branch, pulling out several charred sweet potatoes. Seeing this, he smiled and called out, "Silly boy, stop practicing and come eat some sweet potatoes, ouch—it's so hot!"

He broke one open and eagerly began to taste it, only to be burned and wince in pain, yet he still looked on with obvious enjoyment.

"oh!"

Li Xiran obediently agreed, raised his hand and planted the spear in the snow, then strode into the cave.

Suddenly, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and subconsciously turned his head to look, instantly freezing on the spot.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come in!"

The old man noticed Li Xiran's unusual behavior and couldn't help but urge him on. However, Li Xiran ignored him and stood there blankly, as if petrified.

"What's wrong?" The old man sensed something was amiss and stood up to ask.

"Master—Uncle-Master, the Haotian Secret Realm has opened again!" Li Xiran said in extreme shock.

"What?!"

The old man's expression suddenly turned solemn, and he exuded a terrifying aura like a river overflowing its banks. In an instant, he disappeared from the cave and appeared in the snow outside.

This old man was clearly a master of the Internal Organs Realm!

However, when he appeared on the snow and saw the changes outside, he was immediately dumbfounded, and his expression became extremely shocked!

A seven-colored radiance slowly appeared in the void, continuously expanding outwards, seemingly about to form a portal.

"This—how is this possible?"

The old man said incredulously, "The Haotian Secret Realm was only open for a few months, how could it reopen?"

In the history of the Hun Tian Sect, the shortest interval between openings of this secret realm was eight years. Right now, it has only been four months since the last opening.

"Could it be that a disciple is about to come out?" Li Xiran said.

When a disciple emerges from inside, the Haotian Secret Realm will open.

"Impossible. Four months ago, all the disciples came out. No disciple of our Hun Tian Sect has ever survived for four months inside. In such a dangerous place, those who are not strong enough die on the first day."

The old man shook his head. As a master of the Visceral Realm and having guarded this place for so many years, he was extremely familiar with the Haotian Secret Realm.

In fact, each opening of this secret realm usually lasts three days, and at the very least, it takes no more than ten days to half a month.

The dangers there are far beyond what an ordinary disciple could possibly survive for four months.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the seven-colored portal was completely formed. Then, a deafening roar was heard, and a huge, sky-covering dragon phantom appeared on the portal. The huge dragon head emerged from the seven-colored portal, opened its mouth and spat out a figure that rolled to the ground.

"This... Uncle-Master, a disciple has actually emerged!"

Li Xiran blinked and looked at the figure on the ground.

The old man replied irritably, "I'm not blind, I saw it!"

Both of them were extremely shocked. They never expected that the opening of the Haotian Secret Realm's gate was actually because someone wanted to come out from inside!

It should be noted that four months have passed since the Haotian Secret Realm opened. In the thousands of years of history of the Huntian Sect, no disciple has ever stayed inside for more than four months!

They stared intently at the figure, trying to figure out which disciple it was. However, what they saw was a young man dressed in a plain white robe, with a messy stubble, a face as dirty as the bottom of a pot, and hair as short as a finger, like that of a monk who had left the monastic life. He looked like a homeless person and it was impossible to tell his identity.

"How did you get so dirty—"

The old man frowned and asked, "Are you a disciple of my Hun Tian Sect who entered this time? State your name and background."

As he spoke, he covered his nose, but a sour, foul smell permeated the air.

The person who came out was none other than Mo Zheng.

Seeing the old man and the young man covering their noses in perfect unison, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly and said, "Mo Zheng from the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall greets you both."

His disheveled appearance was understandable, as there was no place to bathe in the Haotian Secret Realm. Moreover, in such a life-or-death situation, failure in the assessment meant death, so Mo Zheng couldn't care less about his personal appearance or hygiene.

Even the only clean white robe he wore was a transformation of the Silver Spirit Armor.

This magical weapon is indeed a magical weapon; it can change size at will and its style and color can change according to Mo Zheng's wishes.

Without the Silver Spirit Armor, he would look even more disheveled; his original clothes had been scalded by the lava and had long since been thrown away.

"Don't argue, you are Mo Zheng!"

Before the old man could speak, Li Xiran exclaimed in surprise, "It's Mo Zheng, the one who has comprehended the essence of martial arts!"

Don't argue!

It was Mo Zheng, who had been dead for four months, the Mo Zheng whom the sect leader valued highly!

The old man stared at the dirty young man before him, his face full of astonishment, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

An eerie silence fell over the valley.

"You're still alive! I can't believe you survived four months in that secret realm!"

The old man, regaining his senses, immediately became excited. He knew, of course, the significance of such a genius still being alive for the entire Hun Tian Sect.

Four months, a full four months! In the history of the Hun Tian Sect, no one has ever been able to stay in the Hao Tian Secret Realm for so long!

"Quickly, report this to the sect!"

"oh oh!"

Li Xiran nodded hurriedly and was about to head outside.

"Use emergency signals!"

The old man urged anxiously, "Don't fight it out. This is absolutely the most urgent matter. The sect leader waited for him here for a whole month back then, which shows how much he cared."

Not to mention he's been here for so long, who knows what kind of opportunity he might have gained, so how could he dare to waste even a moment?!

"well!"

Li Xiran hurriedly took out a bead from his pocket, chanted incantations into it, and then poured his inner energy into it. The bead suddenly shattered and disappeared in a white light.

"Oh, right!"

After sending the message, Li Xiran slapped his forehead as if he had remembered something and said, "Uncle Zhou, we still need to verify his identity. We can't just assume he's Mo Zheng and that's the rule."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dao finally snapped out of his shock and nodded slightly, saying, "That's right. According to the sect's rules, all disciples must have their identities verified after leaving the secret realm to avoid any unexpected situations. Nephew Mo, please take out your identity token. If you have lost it, come back to the sect with us to verify your identity."

There are many secret realms in this world. Some of these realms are inhabited by natives and special monsters. Historically, there have been instances where these monsters disguised themselves as disciples and came out to cause great destruction. There have even been instances where they joined forces with other sects and kingdoms to venture into secret realms, only to be discovered as spies. That is why the rule of verifying one's identity after leaving a secret realm exists.

Mo Zheng didn't take it seriously. He took out his true disciple token from his treasure pouch, infused it with a little internal energy, and immediately the token emitted a faint white light.

When this token was made, it was infused with the person's hair and blood, and it cannot be used by anyone other than the person who created it.

He threw the token over again.

The old man examined it carefully and saw the two characters "Mo Zheng" engraved on it. He felt relieved and explained with a smile, "It really is Junior Nephew Mo. I hope Junior Nephew Mo will not take offense. It is all a rule set by the sect."

After saying that, he didn't mind Mo Zheng's sour smell anymore. He walked straight up to him, handed the token back with both hands, and even had a hint of flattery in his expression.

Li Xiran was shocked to see this. He knew that this meticulous senior uncle was a true master of the Visceral Realm. Although he was usually amiable, he had never been so humble to his disciple.

However, when he thought of Mo Zheng's age, that he had grasped the essence of martial arts at the age of eighteen, he suddenly realized something.

"It's alright, it's alright. I understand the sect's rules, but—"

Mo Zheng looked at himself and said with a wry smile, "Is there a bathhouse nearby? I'm not presentable in this state."

Zhou Dao and Li Xiran couldn't help but laugh; Mo Zheng's appearance was indeed quite disheveled.

"Senior Brother Mo, there's a hot spring behind there. I'll take you there."

Li Xiran unconsciously used honorifics, even though he was much older than Mo Zheng and had already graduated from the Martial Arts Academy.

In a spacious training ground of the Hun Tian Sect.

Yuan Tiansi was practicing swordsmanship, holding a dark black longsword.

His movements were extremely slow, as if even a three-year-old could dodge them, yet there was a sense of harmony with the heavens and earth. What was even more strange was that, despite the slow swing of his sword, there was still a sharp sound of air being cut through, exuding a powerful aura.

"Sect Master! Sect Master!" Urgent calls suddenly came from afar.

"Um?"

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Yuan Tiansi stopped, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face.

When any martial artist is cultivating, they are most afraid of being disturbed by others. And everyone in the Hun Tian Sect, even the Cold Sword Martial Saint, would not disturb him at such a time unless there was something to do.

Something serious must have happened.

He sheathed his longsword and waited quietly. In just a few breaths, a figure appeared in front of him.

The person who arrived was Xiao Ling.

At this moment, this expert at the Internal Organs Realm was panting heavily, his face showing extreme excitement, and he was holding a black bead in his hand.

"The Message Orb? Xiao Ling, what urgent news has made you so excited?" Yuan Tiansi asked.

The communication spirit orb is extremely precious. The resources required to transmit a message are equivalent to 100,000 taels of silver. Even though the Hun Tian Sect is a large and powerful family, it cannot use it for daily communication. Only extremely important messages are transmitted through this communication spirit orb.

"Sect Master, good news!"

Xiao Ling exclaimed excitedly, "Mo Zheng, he's come out of the Haotian Secret Realm!"

"What?" Yuan Tiansi was stunned.

"Mo Zheng, Mo Zheng is out. He stayed in the Haotian Secret Realm for a full four months and has just come out!"

Xiao Ling activated the communication pearl and said, "Listen!"

Soon, Li Xiran's voice came through the communication bead. The message was that the Haotian Secret Realm had opened and a disciple who called himself Mo Zheng had emerged from it.

Yuan Tiansi, who had been disturbed while cultivating, was suddenly filled with surprise and joy.

Mo Zheng was a disciple he held in high regard.

He also bestowed upon him a divine weapon.

I thought I had perished in the Haotian Secret Realm, but unexpectedly, the path took a dramatic turn, and I emerged from there!

This is such a wonderful surprise!

Four months is an unprecedented length of time for anyone in the entire Hun Tian Sect. In that Hao Tian Secret Realm, this little guy must have made some unexpected gains, at least no less than Fang Yang.

"Quickly, let's go to the place where the Haotian Secret Realm opened right now. I need to see him!"

Yuan Tiansi looked anxious, but just as he was about to leave, he remembered something and said, "Go and inform Liu Qing of this news, and tell him to go now as well."

In a guest room on the front mountain of the Hun Tian Sect.

Liu Qing was drinking tea, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

After spending nearly two months on Huntian Mountain, he gradually accepted the fact that Mo Zheng had died.

Although he didn't believe that Mo Zheng had died in the Haotian Secret Realm, it was the truth, and what could he do if he didn't believe it?

"Alright, let's set off back to Liangzhou tomorrow," Liu Qing murmured.

"Senior Brother Liu Qing!"

An urgent call came from behind, and then the door was kicked open. A woman rushed in; it was Xiao Ling.

"Junior Sister Xiao, what's wrong?" Liu Qing asked, puzzled.

"What's wrong? Your precious disciple is out!" Xiao Ling said with a smile, "Mo Zheng just came out of the Haotian Secret Realm!"

"What?!"

Liu Qing, who had just been feeling sad, widened his eyes upon hearing this, his face filled with disbelief.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the teacup slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

However, Liu Qing had no time to care about that; instead, he asked incredulously, "He—he's still alive?"

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