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on the ground,

Outside the courtyard wall.

Countless stick figures have been successfully depicted.

A light appeared before the group of talisman cultivators.

A monk not far away pushed open the gate and said softly, "You may go in now."

"but……"

The monk warned, "If you choose to go in, you may not have the chance to leave the temple before you leave the secret realm."

"And once you walk in, your mission is complete."

"???"

Lu Qiwu could barely understand the first half of the sentence, thanks to his clever mind.

He was puzzled by the second half of the sentence: "What does it mean?"

The monk looked expressionlessly toward the side courtyard, where several injured talisman cultivators were still imprisoned.

The monk said, "You all accepted the mission together. If you don't complete it together, those people will be considered to have failed the mission and will be sent away directly."

Lu Qiwu: "!!!"

In other words, there were a total of sixteen talisman cultivators who accepted the mission, but only twelve are currently standing in front of the monk.

If all twelve of them go in together and complete the mission, the other four will be teleported out of the secret realm due to mission failure.

The several talisman cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

"So we have to wait for them to come out before we can complete the mission together?" Qin Huan concluded.

The boy frowned, puzzled. "That's quite a peculiar request."

The monk closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Fortunately, most of the talisman cultivators on the field were from the Wuji Sect, and those who were injured were Lu Qiwu's junior brothers and sisters.

Lu Qiwu pursed his lips and said, "Then let's wait!"

"And..." he genuinely felt, "completing this mission wasn't really our achievement."

They didn't do much. At first, they just focused on drawing on the wall, drawing it over and over again. It wasn't until the mural changed that they were able to successfully color it and became the first group of contestants to complete the task.

Chu Ling nodded in agreement.

The girl rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head: "I think this mission is something the Lingxiao Sect did."

After all, the only character in the painting with exquisitely detailed facial features is a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect.

It's like someone else has gone through a lot of hardship to fight a monster, and finally brought it down to its last drop of blood, and then they steal the kill.

After a deep discussion among the few talisman cultivators who were relatively inexperienced in worldly affairs, Lu Qiwu ultimately made the decision: "This is an opportunity that came to us for free, so let's wait a bit~"

This is what Lu Qiwu thought:

If the people from Lingxiao Sect had arrived before the injured came out, the opportunity would rightfully have been theirs.

But if they hadn't arrived before the injured were released, then Lu Qiwu couldn't be blamed for getting the scraps.

The young man raised an eyebrow at his junior classmates with a smug grin: "How about it? My plan is reasonable, isn't it?"

"!!!"

The audience was deeply shocked: "These kids are far too naive..."

Instead of seizing the obvious opportunity, they obediently waited for their companions, all while still thinking about the Lingxiao Sect.

"Only the Wuji Sect could do this..."

Someone said, "These talisman cultivators all belong to the same sect, so there's no need to worry that any of them will be too greedy and choose to break in on their own."

If it were sword cultivators who completed the mission at this time, there would be four sects: Fenglei Sect, Qingyun Sect, Yuntian Sect, and Fanyin Sect. If these sects could not trust each other to this extent, they would probably all rush in, and the wounded would come out with them.

"..."

"..."

The remaining talisman cultivators had nothing to do at this point.

Lu Qiwu then led his men to check on his four precious junior brothers and sisters who were skilled in weapon crafting.

The four children were having a great time playing in the snowdrift, building houses like they were playing house.

"!!!"

Chu Ling's eyes lit up, and she ran over, shouting, "Want to play in the snow? I want to play too! I want to play too! Count me in!"

Lu Qiwu: "..."

"I'm bored anyway," Qin Huan said, extending her hand in a friendly manner, "I'll join too~"

The talisman cultivators found flexible new employment and joined the artifact cultivators in building houses.

As Song Heming passed by, he kindly gave them some sturdy tree branches to use as a foundation, and exclaimed, "Your sects have such a good relationship."

Fu Xiu's mission is complete.

The alchemy cultivator's mission has made new progress.

The repair work is a bit slow, but fortunately, more people have come to help now.

Song Hemian sighed again, "We've chopped pile after pile of firewood, enough to fill Wuxiang Temple, but they still think it's not enough."

I don't know where the endless supply of firewood came from on the back mountain.

With two small snowballs on his head, Lu Qiwu asked in a friendly manner, "Could you send over some more firewood?"

Song Hemian nodded, saying nonchalantly, "Okay~"

Those who completed their talisman cultivation tasks first didn't choose to go in directly, so there was naturally no need for the sword cultivators who hadn't finished their tasks to be in a hurry.

There are only four weapon repairmen, so they should be taken care of.

After a brief moment of thought, Song Heming summoned several of his brilliant junior brothers. The disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sect had secretly changed their mission, from delivering firewood to Wuxiang Temple to delivering firewood to the weapon cultivator.

Yue Rou was moved to tears: "Waaah, once the houses are built, I'll give each of you a room."

There was enough firewood, and Song Heming even brought over some large stones.

Upon hearing this, the boy proudly put his hands on his hips and volunteered, "Then you have to build me a big one!"

Now that they had firewood, the craftsmen huddled together and thought it over briefly. They decided to change their approach: pile the snow outside to make thick snow walls, and build the houses in the middle with firewood. They also used some small craftsmen's materials that they had brought with them, and by piecing together these materials, they could make the houses more sturdy.

Two more days passed.

The four craftsmen painstakingly built a sturdy little house.

Yue Rou frowned and whispered, "What if we don't have enough firewood?"

They were just like the sword cultivators on the field, all competitors. Yue Rou felt she had no right to ask others for help.

The young craftsman standing beside him tiptoed to place the few good pieces of wood on the roof, and said with a smile, "It's alright, we'll take our time, and we'll finish it eventually."

The weapon-wielding youth had a good attitude: "If there really isn't enough wood, my junior brother and I will go chop wood with the sword cultivators tomorrow."

With a "buzzing" sound.

After striking up a conversation with the disaster victims at their small wooden hut, I noticed light coming from inside.

A bewildered Bai Lai walked out from inside.

"???"

"????"

The group looked at each other, bewildered.

Bai Lai rubbed her eyes, her big eyes instantly turning into fried eggs. "I'm out! Waaah, I'm finally free!"

Bai Lai pulled out a clean handkerchief from somewhere, bit it into her mouth, and said tremblingly, "I will definitely reform myself and start anew."

Yue Rou: "..."

Yue Rou looked to her left, then to her right, incredulously recalling her mission: "So? The disaster victims in the mission? Are you guys?"