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Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Several cultivators, including the Grand Elder, were busy tinkering and hammering around a broken teleportation mirror.

The image on the recording stone showed only eight teams of demonic cultivators wreaking havoc in the Myriad Spirits Abyss. It seemed that since they couldn't find anyone else, they had nothing better to do than challenge themselves in the secret realm. In particular, the man named Li Shuo, who was leading a talisman cultivator from the Xiao family, had officially begun to venture into the secret realm. The talisman arrays were being broken and the demonic beasts were being killed fiercely, and their points were also rising rapidly, already reaching first place.

The spectators came here to watch the righteous disciples slaughter everyone, not to see the demonic cultivators dominate the world. After a few days, most of the spectators left, leaving only a few bored people still watching the spectacle.

The sect leaders and the Yao family remained where they were. Cheng Jiangui stared at the screen, realizing that as a purebred ox-horse sword cultivator, he couldn't offer much help in this situation. He could only prop his head up with his hands and sigh deeply, "Why isn't it fixed yet..."

With such a major accident occurring suddenly, almost all the powerful artifact cultivators that could be summoned in an emergency were brought to the scene.

The Grand Elder hadn't slept for a whole month, so naturally he wasn't in a good mood. He glared at Cheng Jiangui with annoyance and said, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering."

Cheng Jiangui gave a small snort, looking quite unconvinced.

The person who should be most anxious is the head of the Yao family, since more members of the Yao family have been taken in. However, the head of the Yao family has not said a word. He just stands there with his back straight and his eyes fixed on the screen. If it weren't for the occasional sound of his breathing, one would really think he was a stone sculpture.

The Wuji Sect had also sent quite a few disciples, all of whom were the sect's most prized and trusted disciples. The Wuji Sect Master was even more distraught, frantically scratching his head: "The Lingxiao Sect's children are the safest right now. What's the rush? We should be the ones in a hurry!"

"You don't understand." Cheng Jiangui pursed his lips, then couldn't help but sigh, "I have a bad feeling about this."

After all, those little brats from his sect haven't shown up for a month.

If a child is quiet, they must be up to no good.

He'd been feeling really uneasy these past few days, a chill running down his spine, as if his mischievous child was about to be born.

On the screen, numerous righteous disciples were imprisoned together at the foot of a cliff in a corner of the Myriad Spirits Abyss. They were bound tightly and divided into groups. Among them, Yao Yu of the Yao family was the most outspoken. He was hung from a tree. He had been tortured beyond recognition by the demonic cultivator named Tong Feng, but he stubbornly refused to beg for mercy. Despite being covered in blood and gore, he continued to curse.

Song Heming, Lin Wuwang, and Lu Qiwu were tied together. Their storage bags had been confiscated the day they were taken into custody, and they had also been given a weakening pill by the demons, leaving them completely powerless. They listened to Yao Yu cursing for a whole month and couldn't help but comment, "To be honest, I admire him a little."

Despite both being poisoned, Yao Yu still had a very loud voice, which Song Hemian actually found quite enjoyable, but he couldn't help but worry about this stubborn young man.

Lin Wuwang touched the rope behind him, using the group's huddled arrangement to conceal his movement, and whispered to Shen Tingsong beside him, "Have you figured it out yet?"

From the first day they were tied up, Shen Tingsong had been studying the poison pills they took every day. Hearing this, he hesitated slightly, then nodded: "Antidote pills are actually easy to make, but I'm also poisoned now, and my mustard seed bag has been taken away, so I don't have a chance to refine pills."

It's practically impossible to rely on Shen Tingsong's method of refining the antidote.

The effects of the Weakness Pill last about a day. Their only option now is to untie the ropes and hide for a day and a night until the effects wear off before making a comeback. However, this plan is not easy to implement, as there are more than thirty pairs of eyes watching.

Hearing their whispers, Tong Feng's eyes showed disdain: "Stop thinking about it. It's been a month, and you're still thinking about running away? Ha, wishful thinking."

Tong Feng even openly told everyone, "The ropes binding you are special snake blood vines cultivated in the Blood Demon Secret Realm of the Demon Clan. Even the most powerful sword cultivator would need at least several hours to break these ropes."

Hanging from the tree, Yao Yu continued cursing: "So what? Someone will definitely come to save us. When that happens, I'll kill you all, you sons of bitches of demonic cultivators, one by one, I'll kill you all."

Tong Feng narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to deliver an extremely vicious whip strike.

"Snapped!"

"Hahaha~" Yao Yu laughed in fury, his scarlet eyes wide: "Kill you all, kill you all..."

"Smack..."

Amidst the sounds of whipping and cursing, Song Hemian couldn't help but express his admiration for the boy once more: "A warrior!"

"Are we just supposed to wait to die?" Song Heming was somewhat dejected, glancing at Mo Qingcheng, who was still collecting their treasures in the mustard seed bag not far away.

The mustard seed bag was restrained, and it took Mo Qingcheng a month to remove the restraints, which was just enough to take out the contents. She took out many treasures from Lin Wuwang's mustard seed bag, and also obtained hundreds of bottles of pills that Shen Tingsong had painstakingly refined.

The woman's slender fingers reached into Song Heming's mustard seed pouch and took it out right in front of him...

A mysterious sword.

Two mysterious swords.

……

Twenty-six mysterious swords.

"???"

A series of clanging sounds came from the ground, leaving Mo Qingcheng puzzled and confused.

Others also didn't understand.

Zhou Baichuan nudged him, looking confused: "Are you doing wholesale Xuanjian swords now?"

Song Hemian: "..."

"This is what a normal sword cultivator should bring." Song Heming subconsciously straightened his back and began to defend himself: "Unlike you, who brought all your possessions with you. If someone robs you, you won't even have anyone to complain to."

His storage bag was very simple, containing only what he would need in the secret realm. Unlike Lin Wuwang, who, if you didn't look closely, you would really think that he had put the entire Qingyun Sect into his storage bag.

Lu Qiwu nodded in agreement: "That's right, there's very little in my mustard seed bag too."

After taking Song Heming's mustard seed bag, Mo Qingcheng looked down on the ordinary Xuan sword on the ground and left it there unattended. She then went to ask for Lu Qiwu's mustard seed bag.

A small stack of messy runes, a few rune pens, and a pile of unused rune paper—it certainly looked like what a proper rune cultivator should have.

until……

Mo Qingcheng pulled out a set of neatly folded clothes from inside.

Her lips twitched, and she rolled over again.

Two sets,

Three sets...

A total of twenty-eight ready-made garments.

The woman threw the mustard seed bag into the fire.

Lu Qiwu: "..."

The silence on the field seemed deafening at that moment.

He looked up at the sky, a little guilty: "See? I told you it was rare..."

"It's rare..." Zhou Baichuan said sarcastically, "You two, one selling swords and the other selling clothes, are you planning to set up a stall in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits?"

Lu Qiwu: "..."

Song Hemian: "..."