I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

Without giving Song Yao a chance to refuse, she turned and left.

The group passed through a dense pine forest, where the fog thickened and the path underfoot turned into a muddy mountain trail.

The entrance to the Demon Realm is located at the foot of a cliff on the northern slope of Tu Ling Mountain. Although it is called an entrance, it is actually just a thicker fog than other places.

Zhu Zhao stopped in front: "Stay alert. Don't wander around once you're inside. You'll be responsible if anything happens."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and stepped into the gray-white mist.

The mist swirled around her, then quickly closed in, as if swallowing her whole.

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Mingran was the first to step forward, her steps quick and hurried, and the disciples behind her followed in haste.

Song Yao was the last to arrive, slowly stepping into the fog.

The mist was cold and damp, and the blue light of the Azure Water Sword barely illuminated the ground three feet below.

After walking about a dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up, revealing rows of low adobe houses.

This must be the village that was trapped.

"Why are there only the two of us?!"

Mingran's voice came from behind, filled with barely suppressed tension.

She stood three steps away from Song Yao, clutching her sword, looking around frantically. "Where is everyone else?"

Song Yao shook her head: "I don't know."

In some demon realms, the energy field is chaotic, and the teleportation at the entrance can indeed randomly drop people into different locations.

"Never mind, this village isn't that big, let's go look for it!"

This wasn't Mingran's first time hunting demons. After a moment, she calmed down slightly, drew her sword, and said, "Let's go. Maybe I can kill the demon before anyone else!"

After taking a few steps, I realized something was wrong.

She turned around abruptly and saw Song Yao squatting in the corner, her eyes shining: "Wow, Qiuqiucao!"

Mingran: "Huh?"

"Autumn Grass, one plant can be sold for five spirit stones."

It can be used in both talismans and alchemy.

It's rare to see such things within the Nine Saints Hall territory, yet there are so many here.

Five yuan per plant, forty plants for two hundred yuan, which is equivalent to a monthly allowance. It's hard not to be tempted.

Mingran: "?"

Was what Second Senior Sister just said meant for the dog?

I've already warned you that this place is dangerous, dangerous, dangerous! You absolutely must not be greedy for the treasures.

What's wrong with her? She's here, greedily eyeing some kind of Autumn Grass that costs five spirit stones per plant?

I had shamelessly considered her a formidable rival!

Mingran hesitated, then finally waved her sleeve and said coldly, "Then don't wander around here. I'll come back for you after I break through the demon realm!"

"it is good."

Song Yao nodded haphazardly, then earnestly begged her, "If you see more Qiuqiu grass elsewhere, could you come and let me know?"

Mingran: "...Understood."

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Perhaps nourished by some demonic energy, the autumn grass here is growing vigorously.

Song Yao buried herself in digging for a while, then suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

There was no sound, no footsteps, no breathing, not even the rustling of clothes, but she could clearly feel two pairs of eyes staring straight at her.

The feeling of being stared at sent a tingling sensation from the back of my head all the way down my spine.

She turned her head suddenly, her nose brushing against the nose of the person behind her.

Two children, a boy and a girl, were standing very close to her, bending slightly over, almost touching her back, their eyes fixed on her every move, watching her intently for who knows how long.

The moment their eyes met, the two children straightened up and took a half step back.

The boy's eyes instantly reddened, and his voice, soft and choked with sobs, pleaded, "Sister, can you help us?"

The girl stood behind him, clutching the hem of his clothes. Her eyes were dark, with pupils so large that the whites of her eyes were almost invisible. "My mother fell into the well."

Song Yao stuffed Qiuqiucao into her bosom, stood up, patted the mud off her knees, and glanced into the distance.

I hadn't noticed, but this demon realm has already begun to expand.

Did Second Senior Sister and the others manage to deal with those twin demon sisters so quickly?

Those two village children were undoubtedly there to hunt her down.

She remembered that these villagers were transformed from spiders, and their yards were their spider webs; once you stepped into them, it was difficult to escape.

Without further ado, we should go and meet up with everyone first.

She was just about to leave when her gaze suddenly fell on the gold locks around the necks of the two children, and she stopped in her tracks.

and many more.

These demons, having lured and killed so many cultivators, must surely be hiding many treasures left behind by them.

The two children watched in disbelief as the aloof young monk before them instantly changed his expression, revealing an almost gentle demeanor: "I love helping others! Which well did your mother fall into?"

Boy: "...It's right here in our yard."

"lead the way."

The two children's home was at the end of the village, a cluster of single-story houses squeezed together.

As Song Yao stepped onto the village road, secretive gazes were cast from the houses on both sides, like wild beasts lurking in the shadows, spying on her.

"Creak—"

A door was pushed open.

The simply dressed villagers gradually emerged from the courtyard, their eyes fixed intently on Song Yao.

Soon, the village road was filled with people, who followed Song Yao silently.

When Song Yao stopped at the courtyard gate with the two children, there was already a long line behind her.

Song Yao looked back and was truly shocked.

Is this what they call scarcity marketing?

She was the only prey, yet she hunted so many.

The little boy clearly noticed too, and hurriedly opened the courtyard gate, urging, "Sister, come in quickly, my mother is still in the well."

Before he could finish speaking, an old man squeezed out from the crowd.

"Oh dear, Taoist priest!"

He stretched out his withered hand and lunged at Song Yao, stumbling and falling in front of her. "Daoist Master, my son's leg is injured and bleeding profusely. Please take a look!"

Once it happened, it happened again. As if suddenly brought to life, the villagers surrounded Song Yao, wailing and crying.

"Master, there's someone else too! My elderly mother is sick! She seems to be dying! Please help her!"

"I...it seems there's a demon in my house. Could you please take a look?"

"Master, my daughter-in-law is about to give birth!"

"..."

The scene was chaotic, with hands reaching out to grab Song Yao, pulling her around unsteadily.

Song Yao coughed twice loudly and stepped forward to maintain order: "Please calm down, please calm down. I won't stand by and watch you all die, you can rest assured, but..."

The situation was finally brought under control, and the villagers held their breath and listened attentively to what she had to say.

Song Yao continued, "However, as everyone knows, we cultivators value fate above all else!"

She glanced at the jade bracelet on the woman's wrist, then slowly said, "Whoever brings me more fate, I'll naturally go to their house first."

The woman followed her gaze, instantly understanding, and took off the bracelet from her wrist, placing it in her hand: "Daoist Master, come to my house first, I have more, I have many more."

The others were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, taking off their various valuables and stuffing them into Song Yao's arms: "Daoist Master, I have some too! Look at this one, mine is even better!"