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

The twin ghosts' expressions froze.

lead the way?

How did it become about leading the way?

Isn't it for giving directions?

Song Yao took a few steps, and seeing that no one was following, she turned back and tilted her head: "What's wrong? You won't go?"

"Your mother raised you all these years, and you won't even show yourselves the way?"

"Why is my life so miserable, having to be stuck with two ungrateful wretches like you..."

The twin ghosts couldn't even cry anymore.

Is this monk sick?

When did you ever keep them?

This must be a demonic cultivator!

However, the Azure Water Sword behind her was glowing faintly, and the twin ghosts dared not speak out in anger. They could only get up with resentment and indignation and lead the way.

The four eyes rolled around.

The further in you go, the more the ancient trees become intertwined, their gnarled branches spreading upwards in dense clusters, almost weaving the entire sky into an impenetrable net.

The light from the sky was fragmented and became even darker.

Even the wind in the forest carried the fishy smell of decaying leaves and damp earth, chilling one to the bone.

The negative effects of poor health become apparent at this time.

I'm afraid of the cold.

In her past life, even in the harsh environment of the underworld, she could still fight three hundred rounds with people.

The loss of one's soul is indeed a bit troublesome.

Song Yao sighed softly, stopped in her tracks, and took out a thin cloak from her mustard seed bag and put it on.

When I looked up, I realized something was wrong.

Suddenly, the decaying leaves beneath my feet began to rustle, and the vines coiled around the tree trunk seemed to come alive, their dark thorns shooting out from all directions.

She dodged, and the thick, tough vines instantly intertwined, forming a cage around her in the blink of an eye, trapping her inside.

The twin ghosts abruptly stopped, their crying expressions shifting in an instant.

They slowly turned around, their two mouths splitting open again, like extremely unruly children, their dark eyes surging with undisguised malice.

"whee."

Two shrill childish voices intertwined, echoing eerily through the forest: "Mother, this is a man-eating tree. It'll probably try to devour you soon. Just die here in peace. After you're gone, we'll find a better one..."

The sound abruptly stopped the moment Song Yao touched the vine cage.

The vines swelled and thickened at a visible speed, like an enraged venomous snake that suddenly released its cage, turned around, and pounced towards them.

The twin ghosts' sinister smiles froze instantly, their dark eyes filled with unexpected terror.

Before they could even scream, their limbs were tightly bound by vines, and they were hanging upside down in mid-air.

Thorny vines dug deep into their withered flesh, the stench mingling with their mournful screams, sending chills down one's spine.

Once they regained their senses, the little cultivator who should have been trapped walked up to them again, his gaze level with theirs.

Her delicate and pretty face was so close in the dim light, her long eyelashes drooping, and her breath carried a faint fragrance. Her voice was tinged with disappointment: "I thought I was your best mother."

"You guys are really naughty."

The twin ghosts were momentarily stunned, then struggled violently and begged for mercy: "Mother, Mother, we were wrong."

"Mother, we were just joking with you."

Song Yao smiled.

These twin ghosts were smarter and more cunning than she had imagined; she wondered how many people they had eaten.

Before she could even think about what to do next, a fierce argument suddenly erupted not far away, mixed with the crisp sound of swords clashing.

A fight broke out.

Song Yao raised her eyes and used her divine sense to follow the sound, passing through layers of shadows to get a general idea of ​​what was happening.

Chen He was surrounded by five disciples dressed in the attire of the Northern Shaking Sect. His swordplay was completely suppressed, and a bloody gash appeared on his shoulder. He was in a sorry state, struggling to advance and retreat.

Now that everyone's here, we can't just ignore our own sect's junior brother.

It's just inconvenient to do it yourself.

Song Yao withdrew her divine sense and turned to look at the twin ghosts hanging upside down in mid-air by vines: "I'm not such an unreasonable person. If you two behave well and do your mother a small favor, your mother will naturally not treat you unfairly."

The twin ghosts, their skin reddened from being strangled by the vines, immediately nodded and cried upon hearing this, their joined heads almost turning into rattles.

Two weak, childlike voices mingled together, hurriedly replying, "Mother, we'll be good! We'll all listen to Mother!"

As soon as the vine loosened, the twin ghosts fell down with a "thud".

After giving her instructions, Song Yao took a few steps, then turned back, a half-smile on her face, and said, "You didn't run away again, did you?"

The twin ghosts hurriedly tried to shake their heads, but since their heads were connected, they couldn't master the skill. They said in a panic, "No, Mother, don't worry."

This cultivator can even control the man-eating tree, let alone the other plants in this secret realm.

run?

Can they escape?

The twin ghosts watched Song Yao's departing figure with tears in their eyes.

If I had known that going to her would turn out like this, I would have preferred to starve myself for another five years.

-

When Song Yao arrived at the point of conflict, Chen He had already been knocked to the ground, his clothes covered in blood, his breathing disordered, but he was still tightly gripping the bright white spirit stone in his palm, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The disciples of the Northern Shaking Sect on the opposite side formed a semi-circle.

The one leading the group appears to be Lu Mingxuan, the third disciple of the Northern Shaking Sect.

He toyed with the sword, a gentle smile on his face, and said politely, "Junior Brother Chen, the opportunities in the secret realm are predetermined. This Spirit Stone has pure spiritual energy, which is in harmony with the cultivation techniques of our Northern Shaking Sect. You are alone and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to protect it. Why don't you entrust it to us for safekeeping? That way, we won't waste the opportunity of this treasure."

Chen He gritted his teeth, his gaze hardening like ice, glaring at them fiercely: "I found this Spirit Stone first! In this secret realm, everyone relies on their own abilities. How can you take advantage of your numbers and forcefully seize it?"

"Junior Brother Chen is wrong."

Lu Mingxuan's smile remained unchanged, his tone still calm, yet every word carried a sense of pressure: "You've participated in so many competitions, don't you understand the rules of the secret realm?"

He stepped forward slowly, his demeanor composed: "In the secret realm, it is the capable who obtain it. If you cannot protect this spirit stone, it means you are not worthy of enjoying it. Why ruin our relationship for such a small opportunity?"

"Furthermore, you are here alone. We are just sparring with you according to the rules. If you know what's good for you, you can avoid suffering these physical pains."

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward the people behind him.

Several disciples of the Northern Shaking Sect drew their swords, ready to step forward again.

Just as the cold light appeared, a soft voice suddenly emerged slowly from the shadows of the trees beside them, interrupting: "Wait, wait."

Everyone paused and turned to look.

The slender girl, carrying a sword and shrouded in a large cloak, walked through the encirclement of the Northern Shaking Sect disciples as if no one else was around.

He walked a few steps to Chen He's side and held out his hand to him: "Give me the Spirit Stone."

Chen He blankly handed over the shimmering white spirit stone in his hand.

Song Yao took the stone, stuffed it into her mustard seed bag, and then looked up at the Northern Shaking Sect members, a lazy smile curving at the corner of her eyes: "Alright, now we can get started."