C8 This Is How Antagonists Are Fostered

The road behind them was lost in darkness, and there was no way back.

This time, Qiao Sheng raised his vigilance and paid close attention to the movements around him. However, he did not encounter any more attacks.

After about an incense stick of time, light appeared in front of them. They walked towards the light and entered another world.

This was the world of cultivators. The air was filled with dense spiritual Qi. There were spiritual herbs everywhere. The running stream was light blue in color, and there were small blue fish swimming under the stream.

Every grass and tree contained pure spiritual qi. This kind of scene no longer existed in the current cultivation world; it only existed in ancient times.

He didn't even need to deliberately absorb the spiritual qi around his body. Hsiang Lanxuan could feel the fluctuations of the spiritual qi in his body. He sat down and began to meditate, taking in the spiritual qi that suddenly surged wildly around him.

The Gold also revealed a greedy expression. It stared at the spirit beasts that were running around on the grass without realizing it and couldn't help but swallow its saliva.

"Heh..." Qiao Sheng, who was standing at the side, sneered. His long and narrow phoenix eyes were bone-chillingly cold. He said to the Gold, "You want to eat them?"

The Gold's eyes instantly dimmed, and the other gray eye did not move at all.

It took a step back warily, and the golden scales on its body were faintly discernible.

"You can eat them," The corner of Qiao Sheng's mouth curled up slightly. He just liked to see others wanting to kill him but being afraid of him at the same time.

He continued, "But you have to get one for me. I want to eat it too."

... "" The Gold finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared at Qiao Sheng. It had never seen such a shameless person in the hundreds of years it had been living alone since it left its parents.

Qiao Sheng lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down, and said, "Ten minutes."

"Shameless!" This was the first time since they had signed the contract that Xiao Jin had spoken, and it was still Qiao Sheng who was being scolded.

Qiao Sheng narrowed his eyes, his long and beautiful phoenix eyes filled with coldness, "Half a cup of tea."

"You, you, you, you... Humph!" The Gold pointed at Qiao Sheng angrily, unable to speak for a long time. In the end, with a hateful snort, it turned into a golden dragon and pounced towards the spirit deer that was drinking water by the stream.

In the blink of an eye, a deer corpse appeared in front of Qiao Sheng. In high spirits, he dragged the deer to the stream and began to pluck its feathers and wash it. Of course, he did not waste any time on things that could be done with a small spell, and soon a clean and intact deer was roasted over the fire.

While waiting for the time to mature, he took out a book and flipped through it. There were quite a few books in the storage ring, all bought for him by Ye Qingming, and he had not finished reading them yet.

The only bad thing about this place was the sight of the golden dragon chasing the animals and eating them.

Speaking of food, Qiao Sheng looked up at the venison, which was gradually turning golden yellow. It was a pity that Hsiang Lanxuan would not wake up for a while. He could only enjoy the taste himself.

The Spiritual Force in the space was still surging crazily. Hsiang Lanxuan's body was like a bottomless pit, absorbing the Spiritual Force. The Fate Son was the Fate Son. No matter where one went, one would encounter countless opportunities. Opportunities that others would never be able to encounter even if they spent their entire lives or even died.

By the time the golden dragon returned to its baby form and came over holding its stomach, the venison on Qiao Sheng's side was also done roasting.

"Stay away from me." Qiao Sheng did not even look up as a delicate dagger cut open the tender venison in his hand, "You smell too strong."

... "" The Gold glared fiercely at Qiao Sheng with its glowing eyes. Unwilling but helpless, it turned around and left. Squatting by the stream, it hugged its knees with its hands, looking a little pitiful.

However, Qiao Sheng was never a kind person. His attention was focused on the deer meat.

Naturally, he could not finish eating an entire deer by himself. He had only eaten half of the deer leg, and the rest was stored in the storage ring.

Qiao Sheng thought for a while and walked to the stream. He took a sip of the water and drank it. It was sweet and tasted like mineral water. He caught a few small fish and took out tools from the storage ring. He roasted the small fish on the shelf. After finishing the small fish, Hsiang Lanxuan still did not have any intention of waking up. He reached out his fingertip and tapped his forehead. He got up and walked to Hsiang Lanxuan to set up a spiritual array. After setting up the spiritual array, he lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down to absorb the spiritual qi.

As for the golden dragon, let it stand guard outside the Spiritual Array. Hsiang Lanxuan wouldn't die anyway.

Cultivation had no time, and Qiao Sheng was not sure when it would end. Maybe a month, a year, ten years, or even a hundred years. If that was the case, they would probably have to stay in the secret realm and wait for the next time it opened before they could leave.

He wondered how Ye Qingming would be when he woke up.

Hsiang Lanxuan woke up earlier than Qiao Sheng. As the Fate Son, he had directly advanced from the Golden Core stage to the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. He seemed to have the intention of breaking through.

Hsiang Lanxuan looked at Qiao Sheng, who was beside him, with a complicated expression. At first, he respected this Martial Uncle, who was respected as an elder. The name of the Martial Uncle, Qingshang, would more or less stir up a ripple in the cultivation world. After all, he was already so talented at such a young age, so he could not be considered a genius. However, Martial Uncle was very cold and indifferent. He did not care about anything other than cultivation. He had been in seclusion for many years, and as time passed, the new generation of cultivators did not know him.

If it hadn't been for that, Hsiang Lanxuan might still have regarded Qiao Sheng as a role model for his efforts.

Qiao Sheng was too cold. Cultivators indeed paid attention to keeping their hearts clear and their desires aloof from the secular world, but for someone like Qiao Sheng, it was inevitable that they would feel cold.

But now, Hsiang Lanxuan could not understand Qiao Sheng. He did not know why Qiao Sheng had suddenly entered the secret realm with them, and Qiao Sheng was always protecting him, whether intentionally or not. This made his hair stand on end.

Hsiang Lanxuan did not spend any more time thinking about it. Instead, he began to observe his surroundings. Qiao Sheng had set up a barrier, and the barrier's power was already very weak. Outside the barrier, there was still a blue sky and white clouds. The Spiritual Force was abundant, but there were almost no living creatures to be seen. In the distance, there was a golden dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws in the air.

He came out of the barrier and called out to the golden dragon: "Gold."

The golden dragon turned at the call, and with a low growl flew down to reveal a boy of about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in pale gold linen, with two braids tied with gold ribbons, and a baby-fat face. The only imperfection was that one of his eyes was gray and dull.

As his cultivation increased, Hsiang Lanxuan's connection with his beast pet became closer and closer. He could clearly feel the energy fluctuations coming from the golden dragon's body. It was as if an invisible net was suppressing his true strength, and he could explode at any time.

He thought that perhaps it was because his current cultivation base was still too low.

"Hsiang Lanxuan."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind him. He turned around and said, "Martial Uncle."

Qiao Sheng frowned and swept his gaze across Hsiang Lanxuan. "You have reached the Nascent Soul stage. Not bad."

... "" But he didn't look happy for Martial Uncle at all.

Of course Qiao Sheng was unhappy, because it had already been twenty years since they had sat outside casually, and ten years had long passed. He did not even know if the ten years after Ye Qingming came out of seclusion were alive or dead.

Moreover, Qiao Sheng raised his hand and touched his neck. Immediately, he lowered his hand with a frown. The back of his neck was in great pain, but there was no wound. The barrier had been destroyed when Hsiang Lanxuan went out. He could not find any clues.

"The most important thing right now is to find the exit to the secret realm first." Qiao Sheng temporarily put down the doubts in his heart and suggested to Hsiang Lanxuan.

Hsiang Lanxuan was a Fate Son. Even if the secret realm was hard to come by in hundreds of years, he could still appear again under the effect of the halo of the Fate Son.

"Alright, Martial Uncle." Hsiang Lanxuan also felt that it was more important to find the exit first. There was no doubt that if Zhou Xiyue and the others hadn't encountered any other situation back then, they would have gone out a long time ago. Now that only the two of them were still in the secret realm, they had to go out no matter what.

Qiao Sheng nodded and immediately left Hsiang Lanxuan alone. He followed Hsiang Lanxuan slowly. He was not the main character. Without a halo, he would not be able to find an exit even if he wanted to die. Hsiang Lanxuan was here, so of course Hsiang Lanxuan was the one to do this.