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The most outrageous answer is often the most correct.

Xie Mo pushed open several doors to the side rooms, but they were all cold and empty.

Nightfall instantly burst into flames above his head: "I'm good at starting fires."

Xie Mo's eyelids twitched, and he quickly went over to put out the fire, saying weakly, "It's not serious enough to burn down the house."

Xie Mo thought for a moment, then randomly found a wall and knocked on it twice: "It should be a fire wall. We just need to find the stove."

The mischievous kids finally had a serious task to do. Taking advantage of the time, they pushed open every single door.

Finally, Su Yuanshuang was the first to find the kitchen.

The kitchen was located very close to the firewood. Inside were several clean stoves. When a fire was lit here, the heat would be transmitted through the passage behind the stoves to the fire walls in each room.

Xie Mo pushed Ye Jin inside, saying, "You're good at lighting fires, you do it!"

Nightfall's lips twitched.

This isn't the kind of fire he wanted to start.

However, for the sake of the mission, the boy grumbled and reluctantly said, "Alright then~"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qi Jue pulled out three chickens and eagerly handed them over, saying, "Third Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother."

Nightfall: "..."

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect rubbed his temples: "Are you all determined to eat this roasted meat?"

Qi Jue replied matter-of-factly, "You need to be well-fed to have the energy to work!"

"Junior sister, don't you think so?"

The boy wanted to find a companion with a steadfast heart, but after asking the question for several seconds, no one answered.

Qi Jue turned his head in confusion: "Junior Sister?"

"Where is Junior Sister?"

Su Yuanshuang pointed expressionlessly to the side, to a bed in a small room.

The child and the baby whale lay down obediently, both covered with their little blankets.

Yunxi grumbled, "Third Senior Brother, watch the temperature, don't let it get too hot, or I'll turn into a roasted vine!"

Nightfall: (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

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

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect overturned Cheng Jiangui like a table, yelling, "Can't you guys be serious for once?"

Yunxi slept peacefully with her hands folded over.

Qi Jue quickly spoke in a low voice, afraid of waking his junior sister.

At this crucial moment, the young man acted as a sweet fourth senior brother, cautiously whining to Ye Jin, "Junior sister and Dun Dun are both asleep, so those three roast chickens are all mine."

Three lines appeared above Night Ember's head.

The senior apprentice sighed wearily, his expression unusually arrogant, and said, "Move the firewood."

"Okay~"

Qi Jue happily ran to the woodshed and fiercely carried one pile of firewood after another.

Judging from his appearance, he probably won't do anything serious today until he gets to eat this roast chicken.

Xie Mo and Su Yuanshuang exchanged a glance.

Xie Mo suggested somewhat helplessly, "Since all the doors to these houses are open, why don't we team up and go inside for a bit?"

Su Yuanshuang nodded: "Okay."

So the group began to divide the work and cooperate.

Su Yuanshuang and Xie Mo were in charge of checking the empty rooms, Ye Jin was in charge of starting a fire and roasting chicken, and Qi Jue was in charge of moving firewood.

Yunxi was in charge of sleeping...

The little girl was genuinely tired. For some reason, since entering this place, she hadn't done anything particularly strenuous.

In other words, he caused a few troubles, did some simple modifications to the murals in the main hall, and built a room for the firewood...

Logically speaking, these trivial matters don't require much spiritual energy and are certainly not as tiring as fighting.

But Yunxi felt she had exhausted herself, so she groaned and went straight to sleep.

Three referees stood side by side outside.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect sighed and said, "Fortunately, the Lingxiao Sect has many people."

"???"

Cheng Jiangui, on his deathbed, sat up abruptly, pointing at himself in bewilderment: "Me? Does our sect have many people?"

It's not that there are too many people, leaving some people with nothing to do.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect secretly rolled his eyes, not wanting to explain further.

With no one to play with, Cheng Jiangui found a room next to his little apprentice and obediently covered himself with the blanket.

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

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect hurriedly patted his chest, inwardly offering himself a frantic attempt at self-consolation.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, anger will make you sick and no one can take your place...

The Grand Elder of the Medicine King Sect yawned. He was still quite concerned about the progress above, so he found a corner to squat down and look at the photo stone.

It's not fair to say that the Lingxiao Sect doesn't do anything serious. After all, the children there are either chopping wood, building houses, or raising snakes. In short, none of them are very serious.

The Grand Elder of the Medicine King Sect, with his hands clasped in his pockets, said, "This Wuxiang Temple is probably some kind of shady secret realm."

But some people manage to find a legitimate way out in an unorthodox secret realm.

For example, those who cultivate weaponry, with the help of sword cultivators and talisman cultivators, successfully built one large house after another.

Many previously injured contestants walked out of there.

Perhaps it was luck, but among those contestants who came out first, four were talisman cultivators.

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and said to the person beside him, "Senior Brother, it seems we can complete our mission now."

"What mission?" Lu Qiwu poked his little head out from the snow.

Without waiting for the situation to continue, the young man waved his hand and once again angrily rolled up his sleeves: "Let's not talk about the mission for now, I'm going to kill that bastard Song Heming today."

While their junior brothers and sisters were busy building houses, the two chief disciples of the Wuji Sect and the Fenglei Sect found an open space and started a snowball fight.

Song Hemian swung his arm like a whirlwind and fiercely threw a snowball at Lu Qiwu's face.

Young Fu Xiu puffed out his cheeks, got on all fours, supported himself with his arms, and his long legs dug at the snow like a calf.

"..."

"..."

The young talisman cultivators successfully met and stood in a row outside.

Qin Huan tucked her hands into her sleeves. "They were hitting so hard that I felt bad about stopping them."

Chen Yi: "..."

The unlucky senior brother is having a snowball fight, while the unfortunate junior sister is building a snowman.

Chu Ling busied herself among a group of houses, helping Yue Rou build a snow-covered statue of Song Heming. To commemorate Song Heming's merits, the statue was almost as big as the house itself.

Chu Ling put her hands on her hips triumphantly, "I'm a little genius too!"

The weapon-wielding cultivator clearly had enough firewood, so the sword-wielding youth stopped helping and sent the remaining firewood to Wuxiang Temple.

Lin Wuwang looked up and saw wisps of warm white smoke rising from the direction of the temple.

Zhou Baichuan appeared beside him, wearing the same puzzled expression: "Strange?"

Zhou Baichuan said, "There was definitely no smoke here when we were doing the mission just now."

Qi Heng nuzzled his nose in their direction, smacked his lips, and said, "It smells so good!"

A plume of white smoke rose up—

A unique roasted chicken flavor.

Qi Heng was shocked: "Wuxiang Temple? Isn't it full of monks? Who ate roast chicken?"