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Under Yao He's puzzled gaze, Yun Xi stroked her chin, revealing a wise look in her eyes, "I think we need to send someone out to redeploy some of the remaining guards. That would increase our chances of success."

There are still 14 people guarding them, and as Yunxi said, they do need to be arranged.

But who will be the unlucky one?

"The most important thing is to get Tong Feng away; he's the most capable among these people."

Yunxi felt that even if the six of them combined, they might not be able to defeat a sword cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage in a direct confrontation.

They attacked Li Shuo because he wasn't very bright, and they even used some underhanded tactics. Even so, Ye Jin still suffered a minor injury.

Tong Feng is stronger than Li Shuo, and just by looking at him, you can tell he's not someone to mess with.

The group exchanged glances. Their immediate task wasn't to kill Tong Feng and seal his title, but to get him away first. Of course, the fastest sword cultivator would be the one to complete this task.

Of the group, Ye Jin was probably the fastest, but he was injured.

Qi Jue is also an option...

but……

Yunxi hesitated.

The boy didn't mind at all, raising the Sword of Salvation nonchalantly: "Let me go, I'll be fine!"

At the critical moment, he was incredibly confident: "Du'e can protect me."

The black longsword in the boy's hand hummed softly, and the tiny specks of light flashing on its blade seemed to be giving everyone an answer.

Yunxi was genuinely worried. Normally, she wouldn't mind tricking the other party when there was no real danger, but in critical moments, the young girl was reluctant to let her senior brother go out as bait.

Faced with a choice between Qi Jue, Ye Jin, and even herself, she stroked her chin and quietly extended a snake-blood vine toward the trapped group.

Nightfall asked, "What are you going to do?"

Yunxi didn't answer, but put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

Their location was at the bottom and rear of the cliff, not exactly close to the several innocent prisoners.

Yao Yu, hanging in the tree, was the one with the clearest view of the scene. When he saw a touch of green in his field of vision, he was slightly stunned. Then he saw a snake blood vine creeping towards them like a thief.

He followed the extending vines to the starting point of the snake blood vine, and saw Yao He's figure among several unfamiliar faces. The boy, who had suffered grievances for more than a month without begging for mercy, suddenly had tears in his eyes, bit his lip, and cursed at Tong Feng.

"Why did you stop, you bastard? Keep hitting your dad, you unfilial son!"

"I really regret not shooting you against the wall back then."

"You bastard, I... (…)"

"..."

Yunxi exclaimed in astonishment, "Young hero, you have such talent!"

Shemer said, "He's helping us draw their attention."

Yao Yu successfully called Tong Feng over and made him slap himself, laughing wildly as he was being slapped.

"This is a good opportunity!" Yunxi's eyes lit up. The snake blood vine climbed quickly, winding around the demonic cultivators who were guarding them, and quickly climbed to the base of the group. The tip of the vine carefully touched Song Hemian.

"Um?"

He lowered his head, and the snake-blood vines that had suddenly appeared were clearly different types from those binding them. Song Heming recognized them at a glance, "Yun hope?"

The trapped group was a small team from the Five Sects. The group looked over at the sound and saw a somewhat menacing snake blood vine crawling up behind Song Heming. The tip of the vine touched the snake blood vine that was binding him. When the two vines met, they seemed to see some close friends and relatives, and even intertwined and hugged each other.

Song Hemian's lips twitched: "Are you here to recognize relatives and make friends?"

The next second, the rope binding his forehead was untied.

He quietly flexed his wrist and whispered his thanks, "Thanks."

But Song Heming lowered his eyelashes again: "But we're still poisoned, so I still can't escape."

He said to the snake blood vines surging on his body, "Yunxi, you must hide well. If there is a chance, you should rescue Shen Tingsong first. He can make an antidote."

Song Heming felt that he couldn't be of much help. If he tried to escape on his own, he would not only be unable to get away, but he would also likely cause trouble for others.

In response, the little snake blood vine Laozi placed a round pill into his palm.

"!!!"

Song Heming was stunned again. "What is this?"

Shen Tingsong looked over and frowned: "It's just a Spirit Gathering Pill..."

It wasn't some specially made antidote.

After a month, Shen Tingsong had gained some understanding of poisons and did not believe that the Gathering Spirit Pill could play any role in detoxification.

But Song Heming seemed not to suspect anything and took the pill when no one was looking.

The snake-blood vine pointed in one direction, gesturing several times in front of him. Song Heming asked, "Are you telling me to run that way?"

It tapped twice deftly, indicating that the other party had guessed correctly.

Song Heming nodded solemnly: "If I can stand up, I will definitely do as you say."

Thus, the little vine seemed to have finished all its work, and obediently returned the way it came, without the slightest hesitation.

"???"

Lu Qiwu, who was also waiting for rescue, blinked in bewilderment: "They're gone already?"

"Aren't you going to consider saving me?" Lu Qiwu asked somewhat humbly. "I think I can save you too."

Did Yun hope go through all that trouble to release a snake blood vine, only to remove the restraints from Song Heming, feed him a Spirit Gathering Pill, and then just run away?

Lin Wuwang also fell silent for a moment. To be honest, he felt that his combat strength was slightly stronger than Song Heming's, but since the other party had done this, they couldn't say anything.

He should be grateful that someone risked their life to come and save them.

The scene fell silent again, except for Yao Yu who continued to hurl insults.

Suddenly having the right to speak, Song Heming sat on the ground, stunned: "What happened?"

His face, neck, and entire body were flushed: "It's so hot, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"???"

Shen Tingsong was somewhat incredulous, and after recalling for a moment, said, "It's definitely a Spirit Gathering Pill..."

At the time, it just looked like the spiritual energy was more concentrated than that of ordinary Spirit Gathering Pills.

Even the sect leader of the Medicine King Sect had never seen anyone who had taken the Spirit Gathering Pill and ended up like this. It felt even more unforgettable than the poison from the demon race.

His precious child was waiting for rescue in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits, and logically he shouldn't be finding fault with the Lingxiao Sect at this time. However, he couldn't help himself and asked, "Is there something wrong with her pill?"

Cheng Jiangui seemed to have a lot to say in this regard, and his body trembled slightly.

"Yunxi once entered a secret realm and received the inheritance of alchemy cultivation. He brought out many highly effective spiritual plants that were hundreds or even thousands of years old."

Cheng Jiangui smiled and said, "That Spirit Gathering Pill should have been made using those spiritual plants."