About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

"Hmm? It's time?" Yang Yuyao, who suddenly felt the light in front of him, quickly realized that they were coming out. Because he had been fighting with that group of people in front, and he was also concerned about the safety of others. Although he set an alarm to remind him, he ignored it when it rang.

Therefore, when Cuiping Secret Realm sent them out, he was completely unprepared. However, the people in this secret realm were quite gentle, and Yang Yuyao even felt that they just turned off the lights and returned to the outside.

Even his avatar was invited out. Fortunately, because his avatar had cast the selflessness technique on him not long ago, no one noticed its existence for the time being. Yang Yuyao quickly collected all the items of the avatar, removed the avatar, and began to check the conditions of the others.

Not everyone reacted as quickly as he did. Yang Yuyao even heard Ye Qianqian mutter, "Who extinguished the sun?" Li Fengzhi was a little panicked by the sudden darkness. Yang Yuyao saw him walking around in a daze with fear on his face. He then used his spiritual power to light up a little light and walked towards Li Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, we just came out. You can come to my side." Yang Yuyao said to Li Fengzhi.

"Xiaoyao, are you out?" A familiar mellow voice sounded from beside Yang Yuyao. Yang Yuyao turned his head and saw He Qianqing, who had come to his side at some point and was looking at him with a smile.

"Well, Master, we are back."

"Master!"

Yang Yuyao responded to He Qianqing with a smile, and Li Fengzhi ran towards Yang Yuyao quickly in the direction of the light. The light condensed by Yang Yuyao seemed to have a special attraction, and soon, Yi Ziqi, Yang Yuwei, Yang Yuxuan, Ye Qianqian, Jiang Hong, and other cultivators also gathered here one after another.

Perhaps it was because chasing light had become a way of survival engraved in human genes. After all, for diurnal animals like humans with poor night vision, a night without clear vision was extremely dangerous. Even though the ability to see at night was greatly enhanced after becoming a monk, this influence still continued to affect the monks of the human race.

Yang Yuyao noticed that the number of people now was much less than when they entered the secret realm, and the dead seemed to be left in the secret realm. Because of the uneven strength and the good and bad luck, there were basically people who could never get out of the secret realm. But among the people who were left in the secret realm this time, I don't know how many of them died at the hands of the short-bearded monk and his men.

"Xiaoyao, why aren't you wearing a mask?" He Qianqing asked. Even though the light Yang Yuyao condensed with his spiritual power was only as bright as a candle, it still made Yang Yuyao's face breathtakingly beautiful. It also illuminated the eyes of the people around him who were staring at Yang Yuyao like hungry wolves.

He Qianqing stood beside Yang Yuyao, and slightly released the pressure that he had restrained to avoid scaring Yang Yuyao's brothers and sisters and friends, in order to intimidate those who had ulterior motives. These people recognized Yang Yuyao and naturally knew who he was. The intimidation was effective, and many people turned pale.

"I'm talking to someone, and I took off my mask temporarily to prove my identity." Yang Yuyao explained to He Qianqing, and then he looked around for Dai Chaosheng. Although it seems a bit of a waste of talent to find a sound editor to record the music used in Xunlian, if the other party doesn't mind the trouble, he should not mind making a little money, right?

After all, if you specifically invite those famous mortal musicians to play, the price is not cheap. And those who can become music cultivators, even if their level is the lowest, will not be worse than those famous musicians. Moreover, Yang Yuyao does not need to use spiritual power to play these songs, he only needs to play one song from time to time as a daily entertainment.

"Dai Daoyou," Yang Yuyao finally found Dai Chaosheng's figure who was hidden by others, so he put on his mask again and walked towards him. "Regarding the invitation I just mentioned in the secret realm to invite you to do some part-time music performance and recording, what do you think? If you can't reply to me immediately, would you be willing to leave your contact information with me? You can answer after you understand the details."

"Of course you can, but I only have the sound transmission jade slip." Dai Chaosheng, who was not sure whether Yang Yuyao was serious just now, is now extremely sure that he is serious.

"The sound transmission jade slip will do." Yang Yuyao used Xunlian to exchange contact information with Dai Chaosheng's sound transmission jade slip. When he said goodbye to Dai Chaosheng and turned around to return to He Qianqing, he saw the monk named Zhai and his fellow disciples staring at him, and for some reason, the monk named Zhai held the veil but did not put it back on.

"What do you want to ask, fellow Taoists?" Yang Yuyao asked after returning to He Qianqing's side. His mind was occupied by other things before, but now he could take a closer look at the beauty of the cultivator named Zhai, who was said to be second only to him.

The first impression Yang Yuyao had of this person was that he had a pair of very dark eyes. He could indeed be called a beauty, but from Yang Yuyao's point of view, it was more appropriate to call him a handsome guy than to describe him as beautiful. As for the difference in appearance... Yang Yuyao felt that they were not on the same track, and there was no point in comparing them.

"We came here to thank you. We didn't have time to thank you for your help last time, and you saved us again this time. We don't know if we can meet again next time, so we hurried here to thank you." said the monk named Zhai.

"You're welcome." Yang Yuyao replied. He felt that this man was indeed very strange. It was Li Fengzhi who first rescued the monk named Zhai, and he did not intervene in the battle with the bird-shaped monster. Although he did help the monk not long ago, he was not the only one who helped these people, and his help was also indirect.

So many people helped their fellow disciples... Why did this monk named Zhai choose to thank him first instead of others? Was he looking for a topic to talk to him? Or was there some other reason? Yang Yuyao was puzzled, but he did not feel any ill will from these people.

"By the way, which sect are you from?" Yang Yuyao asked casually. He guessed that they should be from a local sect in Dan Country. Although there are only four of them now, Yang Yuyao knew that there were at least six of them when they came. For so many people to come from the same sect, it could only be that this sect was not too far away from the secret realm.

After all, the lowest-level cultivator, Shi, has only just established his foundation, which is usually not enough for independent practice in a sect, so it is naturally impossible for him to invite other fellow disciples to explore a secret realm far away from the sect. Even if the sect they belong to allows this, Yang Yuyao has a feeling that Zhai, Jing, and Mu are willing to take these junior brothers with them under such circumstances.

Especially the cultivator surnamed Zhai, he didn't seem to care that much about his fellow apprentices, except for the good-looking Jindan-stage apprentice surnamed Mu. Their appearance here together seemed more like an arrangement by the sect.

"We are from the Duantian Sect." The cultivator named Jing replied, completely unaware of the waves that his words would stir up in the hearts of Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing.

"So the Duantian Sect is in Dan Country?" Yang Yuyao said in surprise, and secretly used the camera function of Xunlian to confirm whether these people also used the evil method of raising infant essence. However, from the confirmation results of his Xunlian, they did not use the method of raising infant essence, they were at the realm of pure water.

"Have you heard of our sect?" asked the cultivator named Mu in surprise.

"I have met a cultivator who is said to be from the Broken Sky Sect before." Yang Yuyao replied, carefully observing the expressions of the four people. Judging from their proud expressions, they did not seem to know what the cultivators from the sect of the same name mentioned by Yang Yuyao had done.

After estimating that he would not be able to get any more information about the Duantian Sect from these people for the time being, Yang Yuyao ended the conversation with them and said goodbye to them.

He couldn't wait to return to the flying boat and take a good bath. Although Yang Yuyao's body was still very clean with the help of the cleaning magic in the past few days, bathing was his habit, and he enjoyed the relaxation brought by bathing, which was something that magic could not bring him. Yang Yuyao knew that his master had a lot to say to him, but it would not be too late to talk about it later.

The flying boat that He Qianqing brought did not provide a special place for people to bathe, but this was not a big problem. Yang Yuyao had other ways to solve this problem. He didn't even need a bathtub.

Thinking about it now, Yang Yuyao felt that his thinking was a bit rigid. People in this world liked to use bathtubs when bathing, but he was a cultivator. Even if he wanted to take a hot water bath, he didn't necessarily need a container to hold water. Of course, it would be best to have one, but it didn't matter if he didn't have one.

The place for bathing was naturally chosen in the room they were staying in now. These rooms on the flying boat were suites with curtains separating the activity area and the rest area. The resting area was the bed, which had a relatively small space, while the space left in the activity area was quite large.

Probably because the people who took the flying boat were all monks, so enough space was left for them to practice martial arts in their rooms. So if they wanted to find a place to lie down, it would naturally be no problem at all.

Perhaps it was because he was used to being in the same room with He Qianqing. Even though He Qianqing was in the room, Yang Yuyao did not hesitate to take off his clothes, pinched his fingers and cast a spell to summon water of just the right temperature to wrap his body, and washed it calmly.

Hearing the sound of water, He Qianqing, who had been telling Xuanzhen Sect leader Song Ci and others that their disciples had safely left the secret realm, raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound of water. The scene in front of him made He Qianqing's pupils tremble, and he covered his red face with one hand and hurriedly looked away.

Admittedly, he had seen his extremely beautiful Taoist partner bathing many times, but the wooden barrel always covered most of her body. Even so, he could not control himself and had sex with her.

And now, from He Qianqing's perspective, his boy seemed to be lying in a crystal ball, his black hair slowly fluttering in the water, with a special beauty. The clear and transparent water revealed the boy's skin, which was pink due to the water temperature, and the ripples of the water blurred the lines of his torso from time to time, as if the boy was covered with a special veil, reluctant to resist but also welcoming.

He Qianqing was absolutely certain that if he continued watching, he would not be able to endure it any longer, so he had no choice but to hide in the rest area behind the curtain and kept chanting the Heart-Clearing Mantra to himself.