I became the Open Source Saint Ancestor in the Cultivation World

Ma Ke was unwilling to stay with the beauty, partly because he was afraid of revealing his identity, but also because he was prepared to continue his plundering business.

In the following period, he successively seized nearly ten teams from five other sects besides Qimen Valley, accumulating a lot of experience in fighting against various sects.

What troubled him most were the two teams from the Wanfu Sect. They were incredibly wealthy, bombarding him with all sorts of talismans as if they were free. If Ma Ke hadn't also had plenty of true energy, he really wouldn't have been able to beat them.

Despite some setbacks, the gains for Ma Ke were substantial.

Including what he had before, he now possesses tens of thousands of various high-grade spirit stones, as well as a large quantity of spiritual materials, herbs, and fruits, many of which are over a thousand years old. He also has hundreds or thousands of pills, talismans, and magical artifacts.

If he were to bring these things out, it would undoubtedly help that sect achieve final victory, but that's impossible.

After all, he had risked his life for this, and he owed the Ziyang Sect nothing, so of course he wanted to enjoy it all by himself.

But how to deceive so many Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators is the biggest risk of this trip to the secret realm.

Now, there is only one day left before the secret realm reopens.

Ma Ke did not take any further action, but instead found a secluded place to make final arrangements.

He first took off the outer robe of the Ziyang Sect's outer disciples, then lifted up his inner shirt, took a deep breath, and then used a small knife in his hand to cut a palm-sized gash in his lower left abdomen.

He quickly picked up a storage bag from the side and carefully stuffed it into the wound.

Then, he quickly formed a hand seal, and a fist-sized green ball of light attached itself to the wound. The bleeding stopped quickly, and the wound began to heal slowly.

Such damage, not caused by magical artifacts or spells, is nothing to cultivators, especially since Ma Ke also knows a few wood-attribute healing spells.

In less than an hour, the wound had completely healed without leaving a single scar.

Yes, in this way, he directly stuffed the storage bag containing all his gains into his stomach.

Of course, he knew that this specially made storage bag must have some function that made it impossible for ordinary disciples to keep it so easily.

But Ma Ke was different from them. First of all, he was not an inner disciple and had not been given a storage bag, so no one would carefully check him, an outer disciple.

Secondly, and most importantly, the "Open Source Limitless Skill" has a strong ability to conceal itself; at least it cannot be detected by someone like Su Wanhe, who is in the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

In that case, the storage bag I hid in my stomach shouldn't be so easy to find, right?

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold, and for such a large windfall, Ma Ke felt that the risk was worth taking.

He then dressed again and found a demonic beast equivalent to the fourth level of Qi Refining in a dense forest, which angered the beast and led it to pursue him.

Then, he suppressed his cultivation level to the third level of Qi Refining and fled in a panic.

But ultimately, it was a difference between the early and middle stages. His clothes were torn to shreds, and he had several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

When he felt it was about time, he wounded and scared the meritorious official away.

After doing all this, he quietly waited for the time to come.

About three hours later, a talisman flew into the sky, as if it had suddenly spotted him, and then flew straight down and stuck to his body.

Ma Ke felt his body lighten as he was lifted into the sky by the talisman. Then everything went black, and after a dizzying spin, his vision brightened again, and he found himself above the whirlpool where he had entered.

At this time, people began to emerge from the formation and return to the shore.

Like the other surviving outer disciples, Ma Ke wisely made way for the inner disciples to go first, and after reaching the shore, he huddled in a corner.

As for the inner disciples, some couldn't hide their joy, while others looked dejected, even carrying a sense of resentment.

About half an hour later, all the survivors came out and consciously went to their respective sects.

Ma Ke glanced around and noticed that the number of people had decreased significantly, especially the Ziyang Sect, which seemed to have lost about half of its members, a rather high percentage.

However, this is understandable, since they were targeted by the other five sects.

Xiong Bi and the others were naturally gloating. If it were any other Nascent Soul cultivator from the Ziyang Sect, they probably wouldn't have been able to resist making fun of them. But seeing Lu Zongyan's gloomy face, none of them dared to provoke him.

The six leaders from various sects—Lei Yunhe, Xiong Kai, Cui Wanfeng, Wu Zhiyao, Ruan Qinglan, and Liu Baichuan—also gathered together.

"It seems that this realm will belong to the Giant Sword Pavilion again. My Heavenly Imperial Sect congratulates Fellow Daoist Xiong in advance." Seeing that the Giant Sword Pavilion's forces were the best preserved, Wu Zhiyao of the Heavenly Imperial Sect cupped his hands and said.

"The Giant Sword Pavilion is full of talented people; I'm afraid we'll have a hard time competing with them," Liu Baichuan of the Myriad Talismans Sect chimed in.

"Fellow Daoists, you flatter me." Xiong Kai waved his hand, but could not hide the joy on his face.

Based on past experience, as long as the Giant Sword Pavilion's forces are not inferior to those of other sects, they can basically win.

Because the Giant Sword Pavilion is recognized as having the strongest overall combat power among those of the same level, they are naturally more daring and adventurous in the secret realm.

Therefore, as long as the losses are not too great, the gains will naturally be greater, especially since the Ziyang Sect, which posed the greatest threat, suffered considerable losses this time.

He glanced at Lei Yunhe, whose face was not looking too good, and said, "However, we are not comparing the quantity, but the value. Perhaps the Ziyang Sect, which seems to have suffered the most casualties, has obtained an extraordinary spiritual material and surpassed us in one fell swoop."

"Fellow Daoist Xiong is right. Perhaps my Qimen Valley also has a chance," Ruan Qinglan chuckled.

"Exactly, exactly. Until the very end, no one can say for sure."

"Fellow Daoists, you're really good at making sarcastic remarks. These young disciples represent the foundation of an entire sect," Lei Yunhe sneered.

"Let's not delay any longer, let's prepare to tally the results." Xiong Kai didn't want to provoke the other party any further, so he quickly changed the subject. After all, there was still Lu Zongyan there. If there was anything happy to be had, they should try to go back and enjoy it.

Immediately afterwards, each of the six sects selected six Golden Core cultivators, divided them into six teams, and began to tally the gains of each sect in order to determine which sect had achieved the final victory.

In front of these Golden Core seniors, one inner disciple after another took out the spoils from their storage bags, and even the Nascent Soul stage disciples couldn't help but stare.

Because the rare and precious materials in the secret realm are of great benefit not only to the sects but also to those of them in the Nascent Soul stage, that is why each sect attaches such importance to them.

"One thousand-year-old Blue Spirit Fruit from the Giant Sword Pavilion... five hundred-year-old Black Core Ginseng roots."

"One 1,300-year-old Azure Lotus of the Wanfu Sect... and nine 100-year-old Azure Spirit Fruits."

"One 1200-year-old Cold Marrow Grass of the Ziyang Sect... and three 100-year-old Blue Flame Fruits."

"One 1,100-year-old Dragon Blood Grass of the Heavenly Gate... five 100-year-old Frost Fruits."

"Three catties and two ounces of Xuan Jade Ink Crystal from the Heavenly Puppet Sect, which has been around for 1,400 years... and four 100-year Rejuvenation Fruits."

"Two catties and three ounces of Qimen Valley's 1,300-year-old earth vein spiritual milk... seven 100-year-old Chiyang Lingzhi mushrooms."

……

It seemed that every disciple who came out had a good harvest, until a disciple from the Giant Sword Pavilion awkwardly took out a spirit fruit that was only two hundred years old from his storage bag, without even a jade box.

"Hurry up and take it out, don't dawdle." The Golden Core elder of the Giant Sword Pavilion frowned and urged him directly.

"No, that's all." The disciple's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and everyone who heard it was taken aback.

"That's it? What have you been doing for the past month?" The elder of the Giant Sword Pavilion looked incredulous.

Although such situations have occurred before, those who manage to survive a secret realm, unless they are extremely unlucky, would not have gained so little.

"It was robbed by people from Qimen Valley a few days ago," the disciple said truthfully.

The elder of the Giant Sword Pavilion was stunned again. Someone stole your things and didn't kill you. How nice of him!