The moment he sensed the presence, Lu Wuming's lips curled in annoyance.
He knew, of course, that many cultivators had entered this secret realm, so encountering others was only natural.
But as always, what Lu Wuming truly desired was just a world for him and his master, and him alone. He didn't want anyone else to appear, and his emotions remained the same even in this place.
Unfortunately, it was completely different from his situation. Liu Buli's curious nature meant that the moment he encountered such a situation, he would eagerly rush to join the excitement.
Just like now.
Sensing the commotion nearby, Liu Buli wished he could leap directly from Lu Wuming's arms and go investigate himself.
It was Lu Wuming who saw through his intentions and, before he could act, gently pushed him back into his embrace. With a sigh of mild helplessness, Lu Wuming asked, "Master, are you no longer feeling unwell? If the pain has subsided, tell Wuming. It saves Wuming from being so gentle with you, wouldn't you agree?"
The man's voice was deep and dangerous.
Liu Buli understood perfectly what those words implied.
He immediately and obediently tucked his head back, leaning against the other man's chest once more. Liu Buli pouted and said, "Wuming, don't always say such frightening things. You know my curiosity is just stronger than average, don't you? A true man would actively take his wife to join the fun when she's curious. You not only won't take me, but you also threaten me with such words. It seems our husband isn't a good man?"
Liu Buli spoke with a hint of pitifulness.
However, the way he called him "husband" repeatedly made Lu Wuming feel as though his heart was melting.
Their master rarely called him that.
The rare one or two times were enough to make his heart race uncontrollably.
Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm his emotions slightly. Lu Wuming finally sighed, a smile gracing his lips as he replied, "Wife, call me husband one more time, and your husband will take you to see."
Liu Buli never held back when it came to their playful banter. So, he immediately beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and whispered into Lu Wuming's ear, "Husband, can you take your wife to see now?"
Of course, he could!
Hearing his master's words spoken in such a coaxing tone made Lu Wuming feel as though his bones were melting. In truth, he wished to do other things rather than just go and see.
However, he knew very well that his master was exhausted. If he dared to bring up those other matters, his master would definitely turn on him and abandon him. Therefore, to prevent such a situation, Lu Wuming suppressed the thoughts in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and then led Liu Buli towards the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations.
It was exactly as they had guessed; a group of cultivators was indeed engaged in battle there.
However, contrary to their expectations, the cultivators were not fighting monsters, nor the ghost race they had speculated about. Instead, it was a battle between cultivators, fought to the death, with rivers of blood flowing.
The scene startled Liu Buli.
Lu Wuming frowned, the annoyance that had just subsided returning with renewed intensity. He pouted and asked, "What are these people doing? Have their minds been controlled? Or have they simply gone mad?"
After all, outside the secret realm, everyone was bound by their sect's reputation and status. Therefore, even if conflicts arose, they wouldn't be displayed so overtly and violently.
Lu Wuming naturally assumed this was the normal way cultivators interacted, as he had never witnessed such a situation before.
Unlike him, Liu Buli had read the novel. Even without personal experience, he understood the undercurrents at play.
So, after a brief glance at the distant scene, Liu Buli narrowed his eyes. His voice was tinged with a hint of coldness as he replied, "They are fine, and they are not controlled. If you must say, what controls them is their own desires. Wuming, go take a look. They are likely fighting over a treasure. If it's something good, snatch it. If they fight you for it, just fight back, it doesn't matter."
Within the secret realm, there were no issues of sect or status, as casualties were inevitable. Therefore, as long as a treasure appeared, even if fellow disciples fought to the death, it was permissible.
This was an unwritten rule of the cultivation world.
Liu Buli had always known this, but seeing it for the first time still filled him with an indescribable disgust.
It was like watching a group of beasts shed their human skins that they had worn for too long. Their usual hypocritical and sanctimonious demeanor was enough to make one nauseous just thinking about it.
Fortunately, their Wuming was not like that.
Whether in the secret realm or outside, whether in public or in private. Their big dog was always a beast, consistent in appearance and reality, never the slightest bit hypocritical.
In fact, this could be considered one of Lu Wuming's most commendable qualities.
As Liu Buli mused, Lu Wuming on the other side had already nodded, conjuring a soft couch of condensed spiritual energy for Liu Buli to recline on.
Once he was sure his master was comfortably settled, Lu Wuming turned and walked towards the direction of the cultivators.
Just as Liu Buli had guessed, they were indeed fighting over a treasure.
It was a long sword that looked quite ordinary on the outside.
However, anyone with even a slight spiritual sense could feel the malevolent aura and the dense spiritual energy emanating from the sword, which was far beyond what any ordinary treasure could possess.
Lu Wuming raised an eyebrow.
The sword's aura felt inexplicably familiar to him. Although it exuded a cold and wild aura, the blade itself was beautiful and clean.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Lu Wuming instinctively looked back.
His precious master was sitting in place, looking at him with anticipation.
The moment their gazes met, Lu Wuming immediately understood why the sword felt so familiar.
Wasn't this his master?
Exquisitely beautiful, and extremely dangerous.
This was practically a tailor-made item for Liu Buli. If he didn't obtain it, it would indeed be his fault as a husband.