Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 763 The Only Pure White Jasmine Flower in the Cultivation World (9)

Life is precious, but reputation can be thrown away.

Zhihan never felt there was anything wrong with cherishing his own life, and his master had also taught him to love life.

The Hundred Flowers Gathering was thus destroyed by Xiong Bufan. The fate of the several Divine Lords in charge is now unknown, and the only one who can speak to them is Zhihan.

Several sect leaders who were familiar with Zhihan came up to him and asked, "Divine Lord, what do you think of this Hundred Flowers Festival?"

Zhihan looked at Xiong Bufan, wanting to ask for her opinion.

Xiong Bufan stared at the sword she had just knocked away. She felt it looked vaguely familiar; it could probably fetch a good price if sold…

Knowing he wouldn't get anything out of them, Zhihan dismissed the sect leaders, saying, "Let's wait for now. The opening of the secret realm requires the magic power of Fairy Twilight."

Although the elders of the immortal sects were unwilling, they still said, "Yes."

Every year during the Hundred Flowers Festival, a large secret realm is opened for disciples to enter in search of cultivation resources, and the immortal sects also make comparisons.

With several key figures dying or fleeing this year, opening the secret realm is indeed quite difficult.

The major sects are destined not to be able to enter the secret realm today; they can only wait and see if there are any other options.

Lan Xi had already knelt down in fear when he saw Xiong Bufan destroy the killing formation with a single cannon shot. Should he thank Xiong Bufan for sparing his life along the way?

Lanshan is currently trying to figure out if he can make everyone forget that Xiong Bufan came to the Hundred Flowers Gathering with them.

Xiong Bufan put the Dawn Sword behind him and then said, "Son, I'm hungry."

Zhihan was just about to discuss with the sect elders how to open the secret realm when she heard this and frowned. "If you're hungry, go find something to eat. Besides, haven't you started abstaining from grains yet?"

Xiong Bufan: "You are unfilial."

With a loud "boom," a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, heading straight for Zhi Hantian's head.

It's clear that the oath we just made had an effect.

Zhihan couldn't dodge and was slashed until he was charred inside and out. When he came out of the killing formation, his clothes were already torn, and now they were even more tattered, making him look like a beggar in the mortal world. At this moment, his hair was standing on end.

Xiong Bufan silently moved away from Zhihan, afraid that the lightning might miss its mark next time. "I'm hungry."

Zhihan was furious, but he could only grit his teeth and say, "Someone, take the Ancestor to Twilight Fairy's residence for a meal. I'll be there in a bit."

Two celestial maids walked up from below the stage. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Ancestor, please."

"Um"

Xiong Bufan leisurely followed them away from the Hundred Flowers Gathering's location. Compared to the deaths and injuries of Wu De Shenjun and the others, and their betrayal, Xiong Bufan only had a slightly dirty hem.

This victory was not just a small one, it was an overwhelming one.

Su Mu was dismembered, so Xiong Bufan naturally took over Su Mu's living quarters and food; no other place seemed quite suitable.

Zhihan spoke with the leaders and elders of various immortal sects. Everyone expressed their concern for Martial Virtue God and Twilight Fairy, but what they cared about most was when they could enter the secret realm.

Not all immortal sects are close to the Hundred Flowers Gathering; some sects need to use the Immortal Travel Boat to depart a month in advance.

They would be extremely unwilling to return empty-handed this time.

The key to the secret realm has always been held by Su Mu. Zhi Han doesn't think he can find the key again. The man is already ashes, let alone the key.

Now we can only look for spares; we can't let all the major sects go to waste.

But finding the key to open the secret realm is another question altogether.

Zhiwei, Zhiran, and Wude ran in three different directions, their flesh and blood growing as they ran, until they were finally running naked in the forest.

It had been so many years since I'd felt this kind of crisis. I just didn't know who that woman was, how she managed to take on four opponents and achieve a complete victory, and how the Dawn Sword hadn't even hurt her.

As Zhiwei ran, she pondered whether that woman was the reincarnation of the Twilight Goddess.

After all, since the death of the Twilight God of War, no one has ever made the Dawn Sword act as a protector of its master.

Surrounded by menacing monsters, Zhiwei used wood as a sword to kill several low-level monsters. After binding the leather bag to her body and covering several vital areas, she began to fly on her sword.

That woman was incredibly powerful, even stronger than the Twilight God of War in his prime, not to mention the deadly magic weapon she possessed.

The other two had the same idea, but they were unlucky when they ran away, encountering several groups of people. Zhi Ran and Wu De could only cover their faces while running, afraid of being recognized.

However, in the immortal realm, people are mostly identified by their aura, so it's unlikely that the two of them would be overlooked.

Xiong Bufan kept stuffing food into his mouth. The fruits from the immortal realm were delicious, tender, juicy, and rich in spiritual energy.

The fairy maid pretended not to see anything and kept bringing food to Xiong Bufan, including fairy fruits that Twilight Fairy was preparing to juice and apply to his body for nourishment.

Kongkong also took a piece of the immortal fruit and ate it. This cultivation world is indeed full of treasures, even ordinary fruits are so delicious.

Zhihan returned to her residence, changed her clothes, and then came to find Xiong Bufan.

"Father,"

Xiong Bufan: "Can you serve me some hot dishes? I want to eat a hot meal."

These cool fruits won't fill you up.

These words would certainly be misinterpreted in other contexts, but since they were spoken by Xiong Bufan, they make people feel sorry for his son.

Zhihan: "Father, hot dishes are earthly food, and it is not good for our cultivation if we eat them."

Xiong Bufan kicked him, saying, "It's a waste of your cultivation if you can't eat the food you want. Go find it for me now."

Zhihan: "Father."

"Calling me 'Dad' won't help. If you don't prepare anything, you're being unfilial."

Thinking of her previous experience of being struck by lightning, Zhihan couldn't bring herself to refuse. She could only try saying, "I'll prepare it for you."

Father, do you know where the key to the secret realm is?

"I don't know, I need to eat."

"It's father."

Zhihan staggered a bit when she left. What should we do next?

If they really can't get into the secret realm, then the position of the immortal sect's overlord is very likely to be lost. What should the immortal sect do then?

Xiong Bufan didn't care about many things; she just wanted to know when she could have a hot meal and when she could complete her mission and leave the cultivation world.

The original owner's mission was exceptionally absurd, something Xiong Bufan had never encountered before.

Kongkong suddenly remembered something, “Bufan, there’s still a part of the Demon King that hasn’t been dealt with. Do you want to take care of it? That way you can become stronger.”

Xiong Bufan shook his head, "I'm not going, I need to rest."

Interstellar weapons are already invincible, so why bother with training? After all, technology changes the world.

Xiong Bufan doesn't want to move if she can rest. Honestly, she has been cultivating in the small world for two hundred years and is already very tired. Moreover, she just had a fight and now desperately needs to replenish her energy.