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Chapter 126 Senior Brother, I'm used to being carefree, and I don't tolerate anyone naggin

Ling Yun casually put the container into his storage ring.

Song Zhixi reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the container box.

In the cultivation world, it is a well-established rule that "heavenly treasures" are obtained by those who are destined to receive them.

Although she and her senior brother might not necessarily be unable to obtain this molten flame stone.

However, since the item had already fallen into the hands of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, she could only accept her bad luck.

If it were any other cultivator of her generation, she could have stepped forward to reason with them and try to negotiate.

However, she couldn't bring herself to ask the previous sect leader for that.

Crimson Sword Venerable noticed the commotion at the exit of the secret realm and flew over.

He glanced around the crowd but didn't see Xiao Yun, and his brows furrowed slightly.

As soon as Zhang Qiao'er saw her father, she rushed over and said as she ran, "Father, Senior Brother... he's still in the secret realm."

Upon hearing this, the Crimson Sword Venerable's brow furrowed even deeper.

Seeing this, Ling Yun comforted him, "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

"Your eldest disciple is already at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and with sword energy protecting him, he won't be in any trouble easily."

Upon hearing this, the Crimson Sword Venerable nodded and turned his gaze to Yan Yun beside him: "What happened in the secret realm?"

Yan Yun spoke with considerable apprehension: "Beneath the mountain of knives, a sea of ​​fire erupts."

"There is something strange about this secret realm."

"If my junior sister and I hadn't come out in time, we would probably have been engulfed by the molten flames."

"If the spiritual energy is exhausted, life or death is still uncertain."

Yan Yun silently swallowed the last sentence.

So as not to anger the Crimson Sword Venerable before him.

Although Yan Yun did not elaborate, how could the Crimson Sword Venerable not realize that this was a sign of the impending collapse of the secret realm?

The wrinkles between the brows of the Crimson Sword Venerable deepened, and his aura gradually became more and more fierce.

Standing beside him, Zhang Qiao'er obediently shut her mouth and stood quietly to the side, unable to help but shiver.

Chen Chen reached out and tugged at Zhang Qiao'er's sleeve, signaling her to stay away from the Crimson Sword Venerable to avoid being injured by the sword energy emanating from him.

Ling Yun watched as the Crimson Sword Venerable was about to go berserk.

He reached out and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly, "I know you're worried about your eldest disciple in the secret realm."

"However, even without me saying it, you should know that it is precisely at times like these that we must remain calm."

"Don't even think about forcing your way into the secret realm. Each secret realm has its own set of rules."

"If you force your way in, it will only cause the situation to develop in an unpredictable direction, and things will only get worse."

At this point, Ling Yun patted the Crimson Sword Venerable on the shoulder again, "Alright, put away all the sword energy on your body."

"There are so many other disciples from other sects here, don't accidentally hurt the children."

Upon hearing this, the Crimson Sword Venerable did not speak, but simply nodded and withdrew his aura.

His gaze was fixed intently on the entrance to the secret realm, as if he wanted to see a hole through it.

Yan Yun sighed softly, "Xiao Yun is such a lucky kid, to have a master who cares about him so much."

Song Zhixi's lips twitched. "Senior brother, do you think my father doesn't care about you enough?"

"If that's the case, after returning to the sect, junior sister, please convey my expectations to your senior brother. What do you think?"

Yan Yun: "......"

Yan Yun put away his magic fan and said nonchalantly, "Don't."

"Junior sister, don't misunderstand your senior brother's meaning."

"I'm used to being carefree, and I don't like it when people nag me."