After walking out of the passage, Xuan Yi came to the trial tower without stopping. There was a dark red flowing in front of the stone tablet, mixed with soil. It was a shocking sight.

Song Qingxin's entire body went soft as she felt her body being wrapped up. A wave of warmth came from a pair of large hands, and she unconsciously flushed red. Her body twisted a few times uncontrollably, and her face became redder and redder. In the illusion, she only felt the heat.

At this moment, she did not know the urgency Xuan Yi felt inside him. The aura from this pool of blood came from Bai Weiwei. Bai Weiwei was still alive, but she was severely injured!

If they did not hurry, Bai Weiwei's life would not be guaranteed. This was a disciple that he had taken in with great difficulty. Moreover, after spending some time together, it would be a lie to say that they did not have a master-disciple relationship.

The aura coming from the trial tower indicated that Bai Weiwei was inside the tower.

Feeling the twisting of his body, Xuan Yi stopped his steps and looked down. Song Qingxin was constantly twisting her body.

"What did she experience in the illusion?"

He shook his head with a bitter smile and stepped into the trial tower. In an instant, he felt that his cultivation had suddenly dropped and barely stopped until he reached the third level of the foundation phase.

Xuan Yi had heard a little about this trial tower. It was rumored that it was extremely dangerous to enter it with a slim chance of survival. However, if one could kill their way out of it, they would also receive a very generous reward, the genius named Lin Jian on the stone tablet was a sword cultivator whose strength had improved a lot after leaving this place. He had also created a powerful cultivation technique of the gate-killing sword.

At this moment, Song Qingxin opened her eyes slightly.

"What's going on? Why am I at my foundation!" She was shocked. Cultivation was what cultivators cared about the most. How could she not be surprised.

"This is the trial tower. Our cultivation will be suppressed to the our foundation."

"I see. The trial tower is the final forbidden area of the saint's Secret Realm. It's extremely dangerous. It's not too late for us to go out and make preparations before coming in."

Song Qingxin thought for a moment and felt that it was too abrupt. The elders in her family had told her about the trial tower. There were countless powerful traps on the first floor, after her cultivation was suppressed to the her foundation, it would be difficult to withstand these terrifying traps without the help of some heavenly treasures. Moreover, there were many geniuses who did not die here. Those geniuses were all arrogant and people who looked down on the trial tower, as for Xuan Yi's current appearance, no emotions could be seen. Song Qingxin was worried that he would be the same as those arrogant cultivators who looked down on the trial tower.

After all, the trial tower was an existence that was highly valued by the elders in her family.

"There's no need."

Song Qingxin wanted to say something but stopped herself in the end. She shook her head and planned in her heart that if she was in danger, she would use her trump card. Although Xuan Yi had not known her for a long time, he had saved her chastity. To a certain extent, however, something more precious than a woman's life, how could she treat it as if nothing had happened? Especially when she thought of what had happened before, her face became extremely hot.

After making up her mind, the two of them walked side by side on the narrow path. The illusion on the first floor was very complicated. Many of the paths were like mountain paths, and the surroundings were either fire or water. There was also a small path beside which green poison was bubbling, if they were to accidentally stick to it, losing their cultivation would be considered light. If it was serious, the poison would cause the body to die on the spot. Just from this, one could see the danger of the first floor. Song Qingxin's face was pale. Even though she was already very brave, she could not help but to feel worried. It was not only her, Xuan Yi who was walking in front, felt so too.

However, Xuan Yi was calmer. He walked beside the paths that were filled with poisonous liquid with a calm expression. This made song qingxin feel much more at ease.

"Be careful!".

A voice pulled back Song Qingxin's thoughts. She reacted and saw a tiny spiritual snake charging towards her.

She dodged in a panic and was about to counter attack the poisonous snake when a palm print flew out from Xuan Yi's hand. The poisonous snake turned into a puff of green smoke.

"Xuanling poisonous snake..."

Song Qingxin knew this poisonous snake very well. She remembered that there was an elder in her family who was attacked by the Xuanling poisonous snake. Although he was rescued in the end, his cultivation was also reduced because of it. When her elder was bitten, the elder was already half a step into the magic realm. If this poisonous snake bit a cultivator below the golden elixir phase, one would be almost impossible to rescue. While she was still frightened, she could not help but to feel much more at ease as she looked at Xuan Yi's back as he walked forward.

"There are traces of blood here!"

Xuan Yi walked along a small path that was like a half-canyon. The walls on both sides were full of sword energy. There were also some white bones under the walls.

"It looks very dangerous here." Xuan Yi kicked away the skull and took a look at the traces of the sword energy marks on the wall. Judging from the depth and the remaining aura, the power of this sword energy was probably no less than the full-strength attack of a cultivator at the golden elixir phase!

There was a pool of blood on the ground and Bai Weiwei's headband.

Xuan Yi remembered that Bai Weiwei treasured this headband very much because it was given to her by Xuan Yi. No one was allowed to feel it or touch it. Bai Weiwei was even unwilling to take it off when it was bed time. But now, this headband was thrown here.

"This is?"

Song Qingxin saw Xuan Yi pick up the headband, and her expression was confused.

"It belongs to my disciple!" Xuan Yi said coldly. Song Qingxin felt a chill, but at the same time, she had some other emotions in her heart.

She whispered, "Disciple? Is it a female disciple?"

She felt a little uncomfortable because the disciple that worried Xuan Yi was not her.