Chapter 67: Leaving the Secret Realm, Victory or Defeat

While Song Qiuyue was questioning Ye Qingxue, Yan Qingxuan also finished listening to the report from Bai Xiruo and the other two women.

What the three women said was not much different from what Ye Qingxue had said.

The only difference was that the information provided by the three women contained one more detail than Ye Qingxue's.

That was that Wang Jianqiang had a powerful bird with him.

A bird capable of suppressing an ordinary mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, this piece of information was conveyed via voice transmission, so no one else heard it.

"How much do you want to add?"

Hearing Song Qiuyue's provocative words, Yan Qingxuan's gaze flickered; she pondered for a moment before speaking, appearing somewhat hesitant.

Seeing this, Song Qiuyue became even more confident.

With a flip of her palm, a Jade Slip appeared in her hand, "This Jade Slip records a soul defense technique called the Soul Forging Art."

"I want to wager this technique against your Blazing Profound Dragon Spear."

Hearing Song Qiuyue's words, Qing Feng and Yun Zhongque were both stunned.

Even Jia Wenchang, who was incredibly irritable due to the total annihilation of his sect's Disciples, could not help but click his tongue.

This Song Qiuyue was too ruthless.

The Blazing Profound Dragon Spear was also one of Yan Qingxuan's signature Magic Treasures.

Although it could not compare to the Xuanming Lihuo Ring, it was far more powerful than an ordinary Magic Tool.

If she were to lose both the Xuanming Lihuo Ring and the Blazing Profound Dragon Spear at the same time, it would undoubtedly be a major blow to Yan Qingxuan.

"Your appetite is quite large; aren't you afraid of choking to death?" Yan Qingxuan said coldly.

Song Qiuyue sneered, "Enough nonsense. Soul defense techniques are the most precious of all techniques; using the Soul Forging Art to trade for your Blazing Profound Dragon Spear is more than enough."

Yan Qingxuan's expression was hesitant for a while, but after a moment, she gritted her teeth hard, "Fine, I will bet against you."

"Fairy Yan, I, Qing, would also like to participate in this gamble; I wonder if you dare to bet again."

At this point, Qing Feng could finally no longer sit still.

What Song Qiuyue could think of, he could also think of.

This gamble was practically robbing Yan Qingxuan.

Since that was the case, why couldn't he get a piece of the action?

Everyone was here; they couldn't just watch Song Qiuyue pick up money, could they?

"What do you want to bet?"

Yan Qingxuan looked at Qing Feng and said coldly.

Qing Feng smiled slightly and took out a Jade Slip, "This is my Wan Jian Sect's Sword Cultivation Technique; its value is far above that of an average Magic Treasure."

"I am not greedy either; I will take a small loss and use this treasure to bet against your Crimson Cloud Treasure Skirt."

The Crimson Cloud Treasure Skirt was considered a relatively superior defensive Magic Treasure.

But compared to the Wan Jian Sect's Sword Cultivation Technique, it was indeed slightly inferior.

On this point, Qing Feng was not exaggerating.

Yan Qingxuan's expression sank, as if she wanted to refuse, but she seemed unable to lose face; she gritted her teeth hard and said icily, "Fine, I will bet against you!"

"Fairy Yan is straightforward."

Qing Feng laughed heartily, his heart already overjoyed.

He had been salivating ever since Yan Qingxuan and Song Qiuyue first started their bet.

Fortunately, he had finally managed to get involved at the last moment.

This free Magic Treasure had finally been caught.

Seeing that Qing Feng had also placed a bet with Yan Qingxuan, Jia Wenchang could no longer be bothered with his irritation.

"Fairy Yan, I also want a Magic Treasure... no... I mean I also want to bet with you; do you dare?"

"Are you all treating me like a fool?"

Yan Qingxuan looked at Jia Wenchang with a gloomy expression.

"Hehe, Fairy, why get angry? If you don't dare to bet, just say so, and I, Jia, will simply not bet."

Yan Qingxuan snorted coldly.

"Not dare? I, Yan Qingxuan, have cultivated for so many years and have never once been timid; speak, what do you want to bet?"

Jia Wenchang's expression turned joyful, as if afraid Yan Qingxuan would go back on her word, and he took out a Jade Slip, "I want to use the Zhengyang Sect's Explosive Force Technique to bet against your Purple Spirit Earrings."

"Fine, I will bet against you!"

Yan Qingxuan nodded.

Hearing this, Jia Wenchang felt invigorated.

Thinking of the high-quality Magic Treasure he was about to obtain for nothing, his mood, which had been incredibly frustrated by the total annihilation of his sect's Disciples, improved quite a bit.

The four of them added to their wagers and established new bets.

This scene left the four women—Bai Xiruo, Wang Yu Yao, Mu Lingxi, and Ye Qingxue—completely dumbfounded.

Others might not know what the situation was inside the Secret Realm.

But they knew it clearly.

Lin Xian'er had long since been captured by Wang Jianqiang.

Song Qiuyue, Qing Feng, and Jia Wenchang were adding to their wagers and making bets; wasn't this just handing treasures to Yan Qingxuan?

Yan Qingxuan was truly able to endure.

She actually didn't laugh out loud on the spot.

Thinking of this, the four women looked at Song Qiuyue, Qing Feng, and Jia Wenchang—who were all smiles, thinking they had taken a massive advantage—and could not help but feel a bit of pity in their hearts.

I wonder if they will still be able to laugh in a few more minutes.

As if hearing the inner thoughts of the four women, a ripple of Space Power suddenly spread out at the exit of the Secret Realm.

The next moment, a disheveled figure shot out.

"It's Lin Xian'er!"

Seeing this figure, Song Qiuyue, Qing Feng, and Jia Wenchang all burst into laughter at the same time.

"Yan Qingxuan, you have lost."

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet."

"Hand over the wager."

The three of them looked at Yan Qingxuan, their faces full of excitement.

Yan Qingxuan's expression was somewhat mocking, "The three of you, the exit has not yet vanished, so how can you be so certain that you have already won?"

"Lin Xian'er has already walked out alive; the Storage Bags of everyone who perished in the Secret Realm must be on her person. What do you have to win with?" Song Qiuyue sneered.

Yan Qingxuan shook her head, "Wang Jianqiang from my sect has yet to appear, yet you are so certain the Storage Bags are on Lin Xian'er."

"Stubborn resistance."

Yan Qingxuan let out a cold laugh and looked at Lin Xian'er, "Xian Er, tell her, are those Storage Bags on you..."

Before her voice could finish, a spatial fluctuation surged once more, cutting off her words.

No way... there is someone else?

Her voice faltered, and she exchanged glances with Qing Feng and Jia Wenchang, a bad premonition flashing through their hearts simultaneously.

As the fluctuations of Space Power at the exit became more pronounced, an old man with a hunched figure walked out from the spatial opening.

On his shoulder, a small green-feathered bird lay lazily.

After the old man walked out.

The entrance to the Secret Realm reached its time limit and gradually became blurred.

In a mere three breaths, it completely vanished from sight.

Seeing this figure, everyone except for Yan Qingxuan, Bai Xiruo, Wang Yu Yao, Mu Lingxi, Lin Xian'er, and Ye Qingxue could not help but be stunned.

Wang Jianqiang had actually walked out alive, and his clothes were tidy and he appeared composed.

Apart from his complexion being somewhat pale, as if he had expended a great deal of physical strength, there was not a single scratch on his entire body.

Comparing this to the disheveled state Lin Xian'er was in when she walked out, the sense of unease in the hearts of Song Qiuyue and the others grew even stronger.

"Lin Xian'er, are the Storage Bags of those who perished in the Secret Realm on your person?"

Song Qiuyue looked at Lin Xian'er and asked again.

However, compared to just a moment ago, her voice was no longer filled with confidence, but instead carried a hint of trepidation and anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xian'er shook her head bitterly.

"How could they not be on you?"

Song Qiuyue's expression changed, and she became somewhat panicked, "You are a dignified Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivator; could you not even snatch them from an old piece of trash at Qi Refining Perfection?"

Hm?

Hm?

As soon as Song Qiuyue's words left her mouth, the Hehuan Sect Disciples present all revealed looks of astonishment.

In their memories, was Wang Jianqiang's cultivation not only at the Qi Refining Third Layer?

When did he break through to Qi Refining Perfection?

At the same time, Wang Jianqiang was feeling somewhat angry.

This woman's mouth was too vile.

Facing Song Qiuyue's questioning, Lin Xian'er sighed helplessly, "The bird on his shoulder is too strong, I..."

As she spoke, she shook her head again.

Upon hearing this, Song Qiuyue looked at the small bird on Wang Jianqiang's shoulder, seemingly understanding something.

She suddenly felt the world spinning and nearly collapsed to the ground.