In recent years, the common people of the Four Realms have been terribly bored.

This is because there hasn’t been any high-quality gossip in the cultivation world for quite some time.

Although what happens within the Void Realm is certainly worth discussing and attention-grabbing, it is a secretive place.

Only a select few elite families have access to it, and even if earth-shattering events occur inside, they aren’t made public to avoid causing panic.

As a result, for the lower families and the vast majority of ordinary people, there hasn’t been any interesting news for a long time.

The last topic that sparked public debate was… well, the last one was the Hundred Clans Conference.

But that was ages ago.

The Hundred Clans Conference is held once every ten years, and who knows when the next one will be?

The people of the cultivation world live peacefully, but on the long path of immortality, they do hope for some fresh news now and then.

The Song family seemed to have noticed the restless hearts beneath the people’s calm exterior and decided to make a big move.

They announced, through all their inns, teahouses, auction houses, and treasure pavilions, that they would soon reveal a shocking secret that would shake the entire cultivation world!

The people sipping tea in the teahouses exclaimed, “What?”

They were handed a small promotional booklet.

The booklet was thin, only a few pages long, but each page was inscribed with a simple revealing spell.

A young man in a green robe and tall hat read aloud the title on the booklet’s cover: “Fangs.”

“Eh? Is the big secret the Song family is about to reveal related to the Beast Clan?”

“Fangs? That’s a strange title, not really in line with the Song family’s usual style.”

But as they opened the booklet, the contents became more familiar—typical of the Song family’s sensational style.

As the pages turned, the revealing spells inscribed within were triggered, causing bold, red, and flashing lines of text to appear in the air.

“Exposing the filth and darkness of the Golden Clan!”

“Disgusting things you never knew!”

“Clashes among the elites! The dangers of the cultivation world! The fall of humanity! The betrayal of friendships!”

“…”

The onlookers began discussing, with subtle smiles on their faces.

“I knew it. This is the Song family’s style.”

“So, what’s the story this time? It’s the first time I’ve seen the Song family go all out like this. They used to hand out flyers printed on rough paper, but this time they made a whole booklet with spells inscribed. Impressive.”

“The revealing spell isn’t really a high-level technique, though, right? Anyone in the Qi Refining stage can do it.”

“But inscribing it on every page of so many booklets is still impressive.”

“Judging by the slogans, it’s probably another romance drama among the younger generation of elite families. Something like defying a family-arranged marriage or forcibly seizing a lover. This time, though, the young one’s background must be more prestigious. A member of the Golden Clan is big news indeed,” someone commented sagely.

“This time, it might be different. Look at this line: ‘A once-in-a-millennium prodigy emerges in the immortal world, upholding justice and sweeping away darkness!’ Judging by the title, it seems to involve a genius from a noble family. And since it mentions upholding justice, it’s likely about some rebellious child who clashed with their elders and exposed some dirty secret of the family.”

“Brother, your insight is sharp; that sounds quite plausible! It matches the previous slogans perfectly!”

The person then smiled modestly, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely, “I’m getting on in years and my cultivation hasn’t progressed, so I’ve been a loyal customer of the Song family for over ten years. I’m very familiar with their tricks.”

Everyone looked on with admiration, greatly satisfying the old man’s vanity.

The Song family had used this trick many times—it was old, but it worked, and people always fell for it.

The atmosphere in the cities became lively. The difference this time was that the Song family went all out!

Instead of focusing just on the Eastern Region, they expanded their efforts to all four regions.

On their pamphlet, they used eye-catching slogans on the front, while the last page revealed the time and place where the mystery would be unveiled, promising a special guest appearance.

“What kind of special guest? One of their storytellers from Huicui Hall?” the young man chuckled, flipping through the booklet casually.

The girl next to him shook her head, “The Song family is running out of new tricks. The most interesting thing they did was at the last All Clans Tournament…”

Mentioning the All Clans Tournament made them both pause, as if it struck a shared memory.

The young man took out a jade slip, infused it with energy, and it played a scene he had watched countless times—a red-robed goddess stepping on golden lotuses, her face stained with blood, her features fierce and sharp.

The young man murmured, “It’s been years since Fairy Ruqing entered the Void Realm. She was once the most famous female immortal in the four regions. Has she really disappeared just like that?”

“She’ll come back!” the girl said firmly, nodding to emphasize her words. “Someone like Fairy Ruqing won’t just vanish. When she reappears, it’ll be just like the stories—earth-shattering!”

The young man and girl were not just siblings by blood; they also shared a common passion: they were devoted fans of Qin Ruqing, the “First Female Cultivator of the Four Regions.” They had once passionately chased after every jade slip featuring her competitions.

But as the All Clans Tournament ended, many geniuses entered the Void Realm, and Fairy Ruqing gradually faded from public view.

Life in the Void was far removed from the outside world.

Their older siblings, once fellow fans, got busy with family affairs and matured into responsible adults, preparing for the next tournament.

Only these two still waited, clinging to the hope of seeing Ruqing again.

The mention of her brought back the young man’s heartbreak—after all, who in the Eastern Region’s noble families hadn’t admired Fairy Ruqing?

“Should we still go to see what the Song family is revealing?” the sister asked.

“It’s a rest day anyway. We might as well check it out,” the young man said indifferently.

The Song family chose to reveal their secret at their largest and busiest teahouse, Huicui Hall.

Of course, true to form, the Song family would also broadcast the event across their other venues, charging a fee for the transmission.

The only difference was whether one experienced it live.

The siblings timed their entrance into Huicui Hall just right, but it was already packed.

“So many people!” the young man frowned.

“We’re regulars!” the sister huffed. “Let’s find Manager Six and ask him to get us a spot.”

Over the years, most of their allowance went into buying Qin Ruqing’s jade slips.

They were loyal paying customers of the Song family.

But the Song family had too many wealthy patrons; there was always someone willing to spend on entertainment instead of cultivation.

In the end, Manager Six couldn’t find them a proper seat.

After much persuasion and a bit of charm from the sister, he finally gave them… a small stool.

“Just sit by the third-floor column; there’s enough space to squeeze in a few small stools, and you’ll still get a clear view of the projection stone,” the older brother suggested.

The younger sister wrinkled her nose in disdain, feeling it was beneath her.

After all, cultivators rarely experience physical discomfort like their legs going numb—they just wanted a more comfortable experience.

Yet, she still found herself sitting on the small stool, her body betraying her desire for comfort.

The young man stood beside her with his arms crossed, a cold expression on his face.

Last year, the Gathering Pavilion underwent major renovations, and the central display screen was upgraded to a higher-quality spiritual jade, which was said to produce clearer and larger images using projection stones.

They waited for quite a while.

There were so many people crowded into the space that the air stopped circulating.

The younger sister, feeling drowsy, covered her face and kept asking, “Brother, has it started yet?”

She was indeed a regular at the Gathering Pavilion. When all the lights suddenly dimmed, she didn’t even lift an eyelid.

“Same old trick!” she commented lightly, not even bothering to open her sleepy eyes.

She didn’t get a response from her brother but noticed a change in the rhythm of his breathing. “Brother, did you see who the Song family brought out as their big guest this time? Who is it? Surely it’s not the old storyteller from the Gathering Pavilion again, is it?”

Her tone was relaxed, with a hint of teasing, as if she wasn’t particularly interested in the major secret that the Gathering Pavilion was about to reveal.

It was something she could take or leave.

Receiving no response, she curiously opened her eyes and leaned forward to peer through the crowd.

The spiritual jade screen, now fully operational, began to project an image:

A soft, wave-like purple-gold lotus flame gently swept across the screen.

The younger sister froze.

It was a flame she had never seen before, yet it felt strangely familiar.

Her heartbeat quickened.

The young man clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the center of the screen, where a sliver of anticipation—so absurd it almost made him laugh—began to build.

What was he hoping for?

He wanted to mock himself for being so foolish, but the next second, his eyes widened in shock.

He blurted out, “… Fairy Ruqing!”