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As luck would have it, these three demonic cultivators were also sword cultivators, following him through wind and rain, and stepping on countless rune arrays with him.

Only sword cultivators can catch up with Song Heming, and only one person can fly on a sword. If another person is added, the speed of the plane will decrease, and it will be impossible to catch up.

They had to chase after it themselves, and they didn't bring any talismans or cultivators with them.

Moreover, the talisman array here is biased; Song Heming only suffers minor scratches when he steps on it, while they suffer serious injuries. When Yun hope and the others arrive, these three demonic cultivators feel even more aggrieved.

If Song Hemian was dressed in rags, the other three had already turned into beggars.

Qi Jue couldn't help but widen her eyes: "What did you do to them?"

"..."

Xiao Song was innocent, Xiao Song was wronged, Xiao Song pitifully hid behind them. Unlike Yao He, he had completely integrated into the Lingxiao Sect, as if he was about to open his mouth and acknowledge his senior brothers and sisters at any moment.

Without a word, Ye Jin snatched the sword from him, then paused for a second, looking down at his palm, and felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

Emboldened by this small moment of relief, he drew his sword and charged into battle.

Song Heming cheered from behind, "He's the one who hit me, Ye Jin, beat him up, beat him up..."

"..." Yunxi felt like her job had been stolen, and suddenly kicked him: "You go fight too."

He blinked, his hands empty and his mind blank, when suddenly a clean mustard seed bag was thrown at his face.

The mustard seed bag was filled with many familiar swords, all of which he had discarded.

In addition, there was a bottle of antidote pills, several bottles of qi-restoring pills, and a small stack of talisman paper. All the essential little treasures were neatly organized and handed to him in one go.

Song Hemian felt like he'd peed his eyes: "Waaaaah, Nightfall..."

Nightfall froze, saying nothing.

He was even more moved and decided to repay her with his body: "Once I get out, I will become a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, and from then on you will be my senior brother."

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

"..." Nightfall's lips twitched: "There's no need for that."

Although cultivators' swords aren't expensive, Song Heming always picks the best quality ones. Over the years, the number of swords he's snatched from him could circle the Lingxiao Sect, so Ye Jin doesn't feel like he's losing too much money.

Yunxi, however, felt she was losing out, and leaned over to help while muttering under her breath, "Third Senior Brother, I came to rescue Song Heming to make money."

Yunxi said that prices in Wanlingyuan have risen, and that a mustard seed bag is worth a lot of money. Now, Lin Wuwang is not even worthy of owning a mustard seed bag.

Song Hemian was bewildered, and echoed Yun hope's dissatisfaction: "That's right, why shouldn't you take my money? Are you looking down on me? My master is super rich."

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

Song Heming was actually a little embarrassed to ask them to rescue people and give away their treasures, so he offered, "You can name your price. My master will pay you after we get out."

As he was playing, he spotted a recording stone, clearly for connecting to an external screen. He quickly shoved his handsome face against it, waving his wicked little paws: "Master, Master, did you hear that? Remember to pay me when I get out!"

"..."

Song Heming picked up the recording stone and waved it at the group: "My master gave his tacit approval!"

"..." The Fenglei Sect Master rolled his eyes at Cheng Jiangui, whose face was flushed red, and gritted his teeth: "Shut up, you smarty-pants."

Having gained experience fighting demonic cultivators, and with numerous rune arrays around them, plus Xie Mo quietly offering guidance and reminders, the group worked together seamlessly and defeated three demonic cultivators before Mo Qingcheng arrived.

Ye Jin picked up the demonic cultivator's mustard seed bag as well, and somewhat awkwardly tossed it all to Yun hope: "Here, take it all, is that alright?"

Yunxi wagged her invisible little tail, her eyes shining brightly: "I'll listen to you. From now on, you're my senior brother."

Nightfall: "..."

"Now?" Yun hope glanced around, then turned back to sense Mo Qingcheng's direction. "Let's run!"

What was left for Mo Qingcheng was just ordinary smoke bombs; Yun Xi also had limited items, and there weren't many of these little treasures left.

The smoke bomb was not offensive; it was just that Mo Qingcheng had suddenly been enveloped in the fog and was on high alert, which caused her to stop and observe for a while. Now she had come out and was coming over with her knife.

"Wait……"

Yao He surveyed his surroundings, frowning. "Why are there so many formations here?"

As expected of Song Hemian, he arrived at almost the edge of the Myriad Spirits Abyss. Even Li Shuo, who was so aggressive in the secret realm before, hadn't reached this area. No one had passed through here yet, and it looked unusually quiet.

Xie Mo had a vague feeling: "These formations seem to follow a pattern."

I can't quite put my finger on it, but...

It felt so familiar; I had unexpectedly wandered into this place, and surprisingly, I felt a strange sense of peace.

Seeing this, Yunxi said, "Then let's walk forward a bit."

Sooner or later, we'll run into Mo Qingcheng and the like. It doesn't matter whether we run into her sooner or later. Besides, Yun hope has some new information here.

There are many snake vines in this location. The elders in her family told her that there are treasures and hidden opportunities here, just like the previous hidden secret realm.

If there's danger, just try another secret realm; it's not a big problem.

The group quickly banded together, like a gang stealing sweet potatoes, and sneaked inside.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect chuckled, "They really are a bunch of carefree kids."

With Mo Qingcheng in such danger behind them, they still started to team up to explore the secret realm.

The scene suddenly shifted, and Yunxi snatched the recording stone from Song Heming's hand, turned the camera towards herself, and gave her family a live broadcast angle. She even waved at the recording stone, saying, "Master, Master, can you see me?"

Cheng Jiangui nodded frantically, even more excited than her: "I saw it! I saw it!"

After a short while, Yunxi took out a large book of IOUs from her storage bag, picked out a few and showed them to Cheng Jiangui: "This is all the little money I've earned, did you see it?"

"?" Cheng Jiangui's smile froze.

The IOU in the picture is clearly written in black and white.

Lin Wuwang owes 5 spirit stones.

Lin Wuwang owes 3 spirit stones.

Lin Wuwang owes 6 spirit stones.

……

It wasn't that it was targeting Lin Wuwang, it's just that he bought a lot of things. After all, as the number one genius of the five sects, he was under a lot of pressure here, and buying more treasures was better than nothing.

There were too many shoppers at the time, so Yunxi didn't have a chance to add up his total debt. Instead, she wrote out IOUs one by one. Holding the photo stone, she raised her small hand as if whispering to her best friend: "Master, while we're away, don't be idle. Help me renovate my house and build another floor on top. You can pay for it first, or just ask other sect leaders. Don't be polite with me."

Cheng Jiangui: "..."

Song Hemian peeked half his head out from the camera and said, "My master is rich."

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