If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

It seems that the commanding commander from just now was not him at all.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy drink before?"

Xie Buci wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and resumed his smug look.

Ye Wushang's expression was complicated.

Xiao Fan's eyes flickered.

Ye Changfeng seemed to be deep in thought.

Although they won the battle, the humiliation and shock of being "dominated" by Qingquan Peak were deeply imprinted in their hearts.

Is this senior brother, who usually only knows how to drink, actually the most hidden dagger of Qingquan Peak?

"Phew... I'm exhausted."

Mo Chengyue got up from the ground, pretending to rub his waist while sneakily stalking the pile of war puppet remains.

"Are all the big shots resting? Then leave this small task of cleaning up the battlefield to me."

He spoke politely, but his hands moved so fast that they were just afterimages.

This is an ancient war puppet!

Although it was smashed, the black iron and refined gold, the power core, and the joints engraved with runes were still intact.

Those are treasures that money can't buy!

"This core is still usable... keep it."

"This breastplate is made of top-grade black gold... Keep it."

"This finger... well, it can also be used as a dart. Keep it."

These miscellaneous items were stuffed into Mo Chengyue's storage bag.

"Hey! That's my loot!"

Ye Wushang finally realized what was happening and, looking at Mo Chengyue's skillful yet heartbreakingly ruthless "scavenging" technique, jumped up and down in anger.

He was the one who put in the most effort, so why is it that the support characters are the ones who get the benefits in the end?

This is a huge loss!

"What do you mean, yours or mine?"

Mo Chengyue righteously stuffed a huge fragment of a shield into his storage bag, while also blocking Ye Wushang's view with his body.

"Who was it that just asked me to give them a buff? Don't you know that's called workers' compensation?"

"Besides, taking these scrap metals back home and then sorting and recycling them is a hassle."

"I'm helping you clean up the trash and doing environmental protection! Can't you be a little more open-minded?"

Looking at Mo Chengyue's shameless face that said "I'm the one who suffered a loss".

Ye Wushang felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

This Clear Spring Peak...

They're all incredibly talented!

They're all shameless!

However, just when everyone thought the crisis was over and was ready to breathe a sigh of relief...

"Click".

A soft clicking sound came from underground once again.

The sound was very soft.

But everyone present was a cultivator with excellent hearing.

Mo Chengyue's hand, which was picking up trash, suddenly froze.

Xie Buci's action of drinking the wine froze in mid-air.

Qin Wanzhuang gripped the broken sword tightly in her hand.

Everyone stiffly turned their heads to look at the three coffin pits that had just been filled in.

Suddenly, a dense cluster of red lights illuminated the depths of the previously pitch-black cave entrance.

It's not three points.

It's three hundred points!

They were densely packed, like a pack of wolves in the dead of night, sending chills down one's spine.

"Everyone..."

Mo Chengyue swallowed hard, a smile that looked more like a grimace appearing on his face.

"If I told you that there's a terracotta army pit down there... would you believe me?"

next second.

The earthquake trembled.

Countless identical war puppets, exuding the same terrifying aura, surged wildly from the ground like a black tide...

"I don't believe you, you big idiot!"

Nightless's roar echoed through the sky.

"Has this fucking stirred up a hornet's nest?!"

If what happened before was hard mode, then now...

It fast-forwarded straight to Hell difficulty!

Looking at the dense, dark mass, only one thought remained in Mo Chengyue's mind:

Destroy it, hurry up.

Even a dog wouldn't play this trial!

"when--!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing made Mo Chengyue's teeth ache.

The phantom of the Xuanwu Shield in his hand suddenly darkened, and he slid backward several feet, his two feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"I can't hold on any longer!"

Mo Chengyue looked at the puppet army surging in like a black tide and let out a desperate wail.

"This isn't a terracotta army, it's a zombie apocalypse!"

The war puppets that crawled out of the ground were not as terrifying in size as the three big guys before, but their numbers were outrageous.

Moreover, they are completely unaware of pain and fatigue.

Even after its head is cut off, the remaining body will still swing the broken blade and pounce to bite.

"Third brother! Stop howling!"

Xie Buci had lost his previous carefree demeanor.

His flamboyant pink peach blossom robe had been torn into rags, and the longsword in his hand, named "Question of Love," was chipped and dulled.

"If those lumps of iron get in, we'll all be turned into mincemeat!"

Xie Buci unleashed a palm strike of lightning, blasting away a battle puppet that was attempting to ambush Qin Wanzhuang.

But before he could catch his breath, the gap was instantly filled by two other war puppets.

This is simply an endless nightmare.

"Senior sister! Where's your ultimate skill? Isn't it on cooldown yet?"

Mo Chengyue turned his head and shouted at Qin Wanzhuang.

Qin Wanzhuang is currently in a state of extreme rage.

A smear of black engine oil on her cool, aloof face was worse than death for someone with severe mysophobia.

"Get out of here! You filthy thing!"

Qin Wanzhuang unleashed a blinding burst of blazing sword energy from the broken sword in her hand.

"Blazing Sun - Scorching the Heavens!"

boom!

A fan-shaped wave of fire swept out, instantly turning the dozen or so war puppets in front of it into molten iron.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt metallic smell.

But after this attack, Qin Wanzhuang visibly swayed, her face as pale as paper.

My spiritual energy is depleted.

"No, we'll be worn down if this continues."

Wenren Ji appeared behind Mo Chengyue at some point, his voice still deathly still, but the ancient sword in his hand was trembling slightly.

He's almost at his limit.

On the other side...

Although Ye Wushang, Xiao Fan, and Ye Changfeng were still struggling, they were at their last gasp.

Ye Wushang's spirit stone bag was almost empty.

Xiao Fan's rebirth cheat also seemed pale and powerless in the face of sheer numbers.

Ye Changfeng's sword intent was worn down to nothing more than instinctive slashing.

despair.

True despair loomed over the safe zone.

Some disciples with poor mental fortitude even began to give up resistance and close their eyes to await death.

"Damn it, am I really going to die here?"

Mo Chengyue gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He hesitated.

Should we use that trump card?

Although once that thing was used, his carefully cultivated "honest man" persona within the Hehuan Sect would completely collapse.

It might even attract the attention of those old monsters.

But compared to life, what does a persona matter!

Mo Chengyue's hand quietly reached to the deepest part of the storage bag, where an ancient and broken black command arrow lay.

At this critical moment.

"Zheng—"

A clear and melodious pipa melody suddenly pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, clearly penetrating everyone's ears.