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Two hours ago.

In a side courtyard.

Xia Yu of the Medicine King Sect buried his face in his knees. While his fellow disciples were working hard to save people, the young boy was dozing off in front of the door, sleeping soundly.

Song Hemian stretched and felt quite comfortable after receiving the rescue.

He was the last one to be sent out; there were no other patients left in the side ward.

"See you later, my good brother."

Song Heming greeted Shen Tingsong in a friendly manner, then noticed Xia Yu at the door. His mischievous side suddenly kicked in, and he tiptoed over...

Song Hemian whispered menacingly in Xia Yu's ear, "Help! Ye Jin has set it on fire!"

"?"

Xia Yu woke up with a start, jumped up in a daze, and took dozens of steps back, crying out, "Ahhhh, I don't want to get burned..."

"..."

A cold wind blew by.

The boy walked a few meters away from the side courtyard, faced the door, and fell into a deep thought of doubt.

"It's...it's out?"

This was the little boy's first time seeing the light of day since entering the secret realm. His eyes instantly welled with tears, and he covered his mouth, sobbing, "I'm finally out! I can go have a snowball fight now!"

Shen Tingsong: "..."

"It seems the patient is gone, and our mission is over."

Shen Tingsong touched the adorable little worm on his wrist, and as soon as he finished speaking, the alchemy disciples beside him cheered.

"Finally, we can go out..."

"Who among my family members understands? Before leaving the sect, my master told me that the Five Sects Grand Competition was just for us to rest. But during this time, I've been refining pills every day, which is no different from when I was in the Medicine King Sect."

"No, no, no, there's a difference. They don't provide food here."

His junior brothers and sisters were all innocent and naive, and they had indeed suffered during their time in the side courtyard. Almost everyone was extremely busy, and even Shen Tingsong felt that his alchemy skills had improved a lot.

Shen Tingsong smiled and said, "Let's go!"

All they saw was a group of alchemy children simultaneously running towards the door, tumbling and scrambling onto the soft snow, each one turning into a living snowball.

Shen Tingsong was quite helpless and was the last to leave.

Upon seeing this, the monks at the temple gate said softly, "You may go in now."

Enter? Enter Wuxiang Temple?

Shen Tingsong blinked. Before Song Heming, he had received Lu Qiwu and learned some of the game rules from him, knowing that the task had to be submitted by everyone together.

but……

Shen Tingsong glanced helplessly at his junior brothers and sisters who were acting crazy outside, and said, "No rush, no rush."

Let the kids play for a while; after all, they, as cultivators, don't care about winning or losing the trial.

Moreover, none of the other main staff members have been admitted yet; only they have. If they encounter danger, none of them have the ability to protect themselves.

On the other side, the refugees in the shelter also began to cheer.

With the last Song Hemian released from inside, the artifact repairman's task was completed.

Qin Huan asked, "Senior Brother, can we go in now?"

Lu Qiwu was reluctant to go in before because he was worried about his junior brothers and sisters.

If they don't go in now, the young people will be having too much fun.

The moment Song Heming emerged, Lu Qiwu hoisted a massive snowball onto his shoulder, revealing a menacing villainous grin: "Hehehe~"

"Prepare to die, young man."

Fortunately, Song Heming had years of experience in getting beaten up for being a jerk, so he was well-prepared. With a "whoosh," he ran in an arc on the snow.

The two began chasing each other again, entwined and fluttering about.

Shen Tingsong said weakly, "Don't get hurt."

Shen Tingsong stated, "I don't want to go back."

Upon hearing this, the chief disciples of the renowned sects simultaneously stopped in their tracks, realizing that the other party was right.

Song Hemian said, "Good brother, let's fight again another day. I will definitely fight you to the death."

Lu Qiwu nodded and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting. However, lacking much formal education, he hesitated for several seconds before replying, "You are female, I am male."

Shen Tingsong: "..."

There was still a lot of dry firewood left outside the disaster relief shelter. A passing swordsman collected the firewood and delivered it to the temple gate.

About two hours later, as the temperature in the temple rose, the tasks of the many sword cultivators finally came to an end at the last moment.

After delivering the last batch of firewood, Qi Heng sprawled out on the snow and asked, "Have you finished all the tasks?"

The talisman cultivators repaired the walls, the sword cultivators chopped firewood, the alchemy cultivators treated the sick, and the weapon cultivators built shelters for the disaster victims.

The characters' tasks are like four side quests within the same main storyline of a game; they seem unrelated, yet they are all interconnected.

One viewer commented: "Actually, everyone in the mission of Wuxiang Temple is one. Building shelters for disaster victims and providing medical treatment were actions taken by Wuxiang Temple after it took in refugees. Chopping wood and repairing walls were actually attempts to restore Wuxiang Temple, make the temple warm again, and ensure that the paintings on the walls are passed down..."

After many years, people seem to be seeing the past of an ordinary and simple temple again.

Since the start of the trial, nothing major has happened; all tasks have proceeded peacefully and gently.

Rather than an obstacle course, it's a test for the participants...

It's more accurate to say that the Wuxiang Temple Secret Realm is seeking help from the outside world. All that they have accomplished is the obsession that those people couldn't let go of even after they died.

"This secret realm is a dream that Wuxiang Temple has built for itself, a redemption that the secret realm itself has been yearning for for many years."

Before the words were finished, a large group of contestants walked into Wuxiang Temple together.

Inside, there were two completely different scenes.

Musō-ji Temple appears clean and spotless on the surface, but...

Song Heming rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was as if he saw another dilapidated Wuxiang Temple, with blood flowing like a river, behind the clean temple.

The two temples slightly overlapped in view, like two different worlds.

Song Heming subconsciously stopped in his tracks. "How could this be?"

No one could answer the boy's question.

"What's our next task?" he asked again.

It was quiet all around.

The monks who were originally guarding the temple gate and responsible for giving them tasks also disappeared one by one with the wind.

Lu Qiwu instinctively grabbed someone, his fingertips slightly hot, but he only touched a blurry figure.

The secret realm trembled, and dark clouds appeared on the horizon.

"Be careful!" Lin Wuwang's expression changed slightly, and the Xuan Sword instantly appeared in his palm.

The next second, a huge black rock fell from the sky.

He leaped up, drew his sword, and shattered the boulder.

Behind the giant rock, a dense, dark mass of demonic cultivators stood atop the clouds.

The roar was sharp and piercing.

Yue Rou shrank behind Lu Qi Wu in fear.

But then they saw a huge black tiger descend from the sky, about to step on the shelters they had painstakingly built for the disaster victims.

"No...don't..."

Feeling the situation firsthand, Yue Rou instinctively spoke up to stop them.

The moment the girl stepped out, tiny lights appeared on the shelters for the disaster victims.

Black Tiger was thrown back and moved towards the temple.