"Of course, there is."

Wuji confidently answered on behalf of his junior sister.

When it comes to something as important as immortal artifacts, such matters are naturally not made public. Only a small group at the pinnacle of the cultivation world is qualified to know. As Jiang Heng's eldest disciple, Wuji was privy to many secrets that others were unaware of, and he had planned to share these with his junior sister.

The origin of the Luoxian River (The Fallen Immortal River) is far too mysterious—it appeared suddenly ten thousand years ago, and to this day, no one can explain it. It's as if it emerged out of thin air in this world.

In the past ten thousand years, this secret realm has opened ten times. It is said that immortal artifacts appeared only six times, and only two were successfully brought out.

One was the Hunyuan Umbrella, which the Lishan Sect obtained by sacrificing four of its genius disciples three thousand years ago. The other was the Huanxian Bell, brought back to the Yunsian Sect by Jiang Heng and Qiao Chu over nine hundred years ago.

These two immortal artifacts have since become the core treasures of the Lishan and Yunsian sects, allowing them to hold the top positions in the cultivation world, with no one daring to challenge them.

When Zhang Yiyi heard that her master and her martial uncle had indeed brought back an immortal artifact from the Luoxian River, she immediately perked up. As expected, her master and martial uncle were the most amazing!

Calculating the time, it seemed the next opening of the secret realm was imminent. Since her senior brother brought up the Luoxian River today, could it be that he was planning to send her there?

"Senior brother, is the secret realm about to open again?" she asked. "Which disciples is the sect planning to send this time?"

"That's right. We received word that the secret realm will open in at most a month, and all the major sects have begun sending their disciples," Wuji replied, looking at Zhang Yiyi. "It doesn't matter how the sect arranges things. Before entering seclusion, Master instructed me that this secret realm is both a great opportunity and a place of grave danger. Whether or not you go is entirely up to you."

The Luoxian River is extremely perilous, not only because of the dangers within the secret realm itself but also due to the threat of disciples from other sects who may kill to steal treasures.His junior sister had not yet established her foundation, and her level was lower than others, making the risks for her even higher.

To be honest, Wuji didn't want Yiyi to go. While immortal artifacts are important, his junior sister's life is even more valuable.

Even if there was a chance of bringing back an immortal artifact, it wouldn't belong to her personally. It would have to be handed over to the sect, and at best, she would receive sect points or other rewards. The immense risk she would bear wasn't worth it.

Besides, the Yunxian Sect already had the Huanxian Bell that Master and Martial Uncle had brought back. Whether or not they acquired another artifact didn't matter much to him. However, these were things he couldn't say to his junior sister.

Master had strictly warned him not to interfere with any of her decisions, as even a slight mistake could ruin her opportunities and fortune.

"I'll go!"

Without much hesitation, Zhang Yiyi made her decision as soon as she heard this.

Cultivation isn't just about training in isolation. One must also travel, broaden their horizons, seek opportunities, and accumulate insights. Staying in one place for too long won't lead to growth.

Apart from hunting demon beasts in Wanze Mountain, she hadn't had any real training experience. This time, she wanted to challenge the secret realm of the Luoxian River and see for herself.

Seeing Zhang Yiyi's firm decision, Wuji said no more and instead gave her a detailed explanation of the basic situations inside the Luoxian River secret realm.

These were based on the experiences of Master and Martial Uncle when they ventured there, and while it couldn't cover every danger, it might help her avoid some of them.

Two days later, Zhang Yiyi, fully prepared, set off with the sect's other members on a flying boat. The Yunxian Sect selected only three disciples for this trip into the secret realm. Given the dangers involved, the sect couldn't afford to send all of its outstanding disciples. Besides Zhang Yiyi, the other two were Zhang Tongtong, who was at the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage, and Mo Yan, who was at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Perhaps driven by the competition with her cousin, Zhang Tongtong had become more diligent and grounded in her cultivation over the past few years. Her entire demeanor had matured significantly, and she no longer cared as much about her reputation.

Mo Yan, on the other hand, was the direct grandson and disciple of Mo Tianjiu, another powerful figure in the Yunxian Sect. He usually kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public, so it was the first time Zhang Yiyi and the others had seen him in person.

On the flying boat, after the third elder who was in charge gave the general instructions for the mission, he sat down to meditate, leaving the three young disciples to get acquainted. After all, once inside the secret realm, they would need to work together and assist each other. The more they understood one another, the higher their chances of surviving the dangers ahead.

This wasn't just for the sect's benefit but also for their own safety—it was no trivial matter. "Greetings, Senior Brother Mo. I'm Zhang Tongtong, a disciple under True Saint Yang of the Inner Nine Peaks. I hope Senior Brother Mo will look after us during this journey."

Zhang Tongtong was the first to break the silence, speaking politely and sincerely, and her every move was graceful and charming.

Mo Yan merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment and then turned his gaze toward Zhang Yiyi, who was sitting a bit farther away, as if waiting for her to speak next.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiyi followed suit and greeted him. "Hello, Senior Brother Mo. I'm Zhang Yiyi, a disciple under True Saint Jiang Heng."

As for whether or not she needed his protection, that didn't matter much.

Everyone knew their own priorities. As long as their interests didn't clash, she believed that neither Mo Yan nor Zhang Tongtong would abandon her lightly. But in the face of great danger, when people could barely protect themselves, they certainly wouldn't have the time or energy to care about others.

"Are you two sisters?"

Perhaps it was the similarity in their names, but Mo Yan's gaze shifted between Zhang Yiyi and Zhang Tongtong, scanning them both.

The fact that Zhang Yiyi was also a personal disciple of a True Saint didn't surprise him. After all, the struggle between Jiang Heng and Qiao Chu for their disciples had caused quite a stir, and even if he rarely paid attention to gossip within the sect, he couldn't have completely missed it.

"She's my cousin."

"She's my cousin."

Both girls answered simultaneously, their responses almost identical. Yet their expressions remained indifferent, with no trace of sisterly affection.

"As expected, you really are sisters. Such tacit understanding."

Mo Yan chuckled and didn't comment on the obvious lack of closeness between the two. "Once we enter the secret realm, I'll look after you two as much as I can, but in the end, it'll be up to you. Since you've volunteered to enter the secret realm on behalf of the sect, I'm sure you understand this."

There was nothing wrong with what he said. After all, they were merely fellow disciples with no deep ties. This was their first proper meeting, so it was already generous of him to offer this much.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother Mo. We won't drag you down."

Both girls responded in unison, once again showing an uncanny level of tacit understanding. Since they had decided to go, they had made all the necessary preparations, including being ready for the worst.