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The secret realm of Wuxiang Temple has its own consciousness; every plant and tree within it is a manifestation of that realm.

This trial is designed to be an immersive dungeon experience. While completing the dungeons, participants will also need to fulfill the tasks assigned to them by the secret realm.

For example...

After overcoming numerous hardships, the group finally managed to cross the cliff and gradually gathered in front of the temple.

The main gate was tightly closed, and several young monks who looked very serious lined up in two rows, waiting at the temple entrance.

The first to arrive were people from the Yuntian Sect.

The monk stopped him and began to assign him a task: "It's been freezing cold lately, and we're running low on firewood at the temple. Could you please help us go to the back mountain and chop some firewood?"

Li Huan nodded obediently and led his junior brothers and sisters to chop wood.

The second sect to arrive was the Wind and Thunder Sect, and their mission was the same as that of the Cloud Heaven Sect.

The third group to arrive was from the Medicine King Sect. The monk looked up and smiled calmly, "Several of the senior monks in the temple were recently injured while out and about. Please follow me."

The disciples of the Medicine King Sect were led to a small gate not far from the temple, where a group of sick people were staying.

There is no passage leading into the temple; their mission is roughly to rescue the sick.

Shen Tingsong frowned in confusion.

The junior disciple next to him whispered, "Could it be that Wuxiang Temple assigns tasks based on the contestants' major professions?"

"Maybe!" Shen Tingsong thought for a moment, then led his junior brothers to begin their mission.

The truth is indeed as they thought: Wuxiang Temple is a secret realm where different people are treated differently; depending on one's profession, the small tasks received will be different.

Fu Xiu's task was to help restore the ancient paintings on the temple walls.

Lu Qiwu was the first to protest: "We draw talismans, not paintings."

The monk lazily raised his eyelids, ignoring him.

Very well, the protest failed.

The task of the equipment repairman was even more outrageous: to build several shacks for refugees to live in next to the temple.

"???"

Besides Yun hope, the only other participants were four adorable little weapon cultivators from the Wuji Sect. Yue Rou and her three junior brothers stood outside, looking bewildered with their hands tucked in.

Ye Jin's task was the same as Song Hemian's: chopping wood.

But Nightfall didn't move.

"Is the temple cold? Or lacking fire?"

The boy squatted outside, thinking for a long time, before a fire suddenly appeared above his head. "I don't need to chop wood," he said. "I can make plenty of fire."

The great demon's attributes were different from ordinary people. As soon as Night Ember lit the fire, he immediately buried himself in it.

Several monks quickly set up a large formation.

The monk turned the prayer beads, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy descended, enveloping the rebellious child.

The several weapon repairmen who were squatting nearby making plans all showed shocked expressions.

At this moment, several elders of the Medicine King Sect finally arrived outside the temple gate.

They witnessed together the scene of the demon child breaking into the temple.

The Grand Elder couldn't help but sigh, "Wuxiang Temple was once known as one of the most difficult secret realms to enter, and now it seems that it truly lives up to its reputation."

The little devil with flames on his head couldn't roll in by himself.

This made the other kids who shared his idea of ​​breaking in terrified.

Lin Wuwang took a half step back and said rationally, "Let's go chop wood!"

The disciples of Qingyun Sect left.

Ye Jin was knocked back several meters, tilted his head, and showed no anger at not being able to enter the temple, but rather an excited little expression of someone fighting with him.

The young man flipped his palm, and a Yao Guang sword, completely out of character for him, appeared in Wuxiang Temple.

The Grand Elder of the Medicine King Sect was even more shocked. He couldn't help but purse his lips and sigh to the person next to him, "It seems this competition has really been holding this kid back."

In the past, Ye Jin would not have wanted Yao Guang Sword to appear.

Now look what's happened! He's throwing out his trump card right away; it seems this kid's been wanting to fight for a long time.

The monk looked up at the Yao Guang Sword, and paused for a moment while holding the prayer beads in his hand.

The eight monks at the entrance instantly changed positions, transforming from the basic formation to a more powerful advanced formation.

Pink light descended from the sky, and the Jade Light arrived, causing ten thousand swords to resonate. Even the Du'e Sword, which was far away on the cliff, trembled.

Qi Jue glanced over there and sighed, "It feels like if we don't act soon, Third Senior Brother is going to turn them into red bean paste!"

Cheng Jiangui: "..."

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "..."

There are no memory stones inside Wuxiang Temple, but in order to continue the competition, the judges each left more than a dozen memory stones on themselves when they went down to the secret realm, hiding them wherever they went to present the most realistic picture to the audience outside the venue.

The original plan was to place the image-recording stones on the contestants, but considering the many unknown opportunities within the secret realm, they didn't want their disciples to receive too much attention from the outside world while gaining those opportunities.

The current plan was decided after several arguments. The referee will carry the recording stone and hide it. This way, it will not be too different from the previous secret realm, and there will be no need to worry too much about the disciples' personal opportunities being exposed.

At that time, the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect and Cheng Jiangui, two powerful sword cultivators, pitifully huddled in a corner, staring at the image transmitted back from the other side by the recording stone.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect couldn't help but rub his temples and asked, "Cheng Jiangui, are all your disciples this fierce?"

Cheng Jiangui blinked, scratched the back of his head innocently, and looked a little shy: "I don't know~"

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "..."

A little head peeked over, extremely curious about the scene before them, staring eagerly in their direction: "What? What did Third Senior Brother do?"

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect quickly pushed the little head away: "You are not allowed to look."

Yunxi pouted, "You're stingy."

The little girl grumbled and complained, no longer wanting to play with them, and took out her token to summon Nightfall.

When the news was received, the boy had already successfully begged a monk through his own efforts.

The monk who had been killed turned into an illusion and vanished instantly at the temple gate, appearing on Danxiu's rescue list.

Shen Tingsong: "..."

Shen Tingsong asked, "Hasn't the entire Lingxiao Sect arrived yet?"

Not only did not all members of the Lingxiao Sect come, but they were also about to jump off a cliff.

Ye Jin received the message. Actually, he hadn't had a good time yet, but he wanted to play with his junior sister and the others.

The boy pouted, nodded hesitantly, and reluctantly said, "Alright then~"

Ye Jin, carrying the Yao Guang Sword, grabbed the person and left.

As he was leaving, the boy glanced lightly to the side and saw Song Hemian happily running this way with a large bundle of firewood on his back.

Ye Jin raised an eyebrow and, without saying a word, sent over the still-burning flame in his palm.

Song Hemian felt an unusual warmth.

If it gets any warmer, he will die along with that monk.

Of course, to ensure the fairness of the competition, Ye Jin did not only send warmth to Song Hemian.

The young man moved with incredible agility, weaving past several sword cultivators carrying firewood.

Within a few seconds,

Those on the cliff could see flames shooting into the sky over there.