I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

"..."

Holy crap.

Mingxuan has a sharp tongue.

If Mingxuan had possessed the eloquence he has now, would he still be ridiculed? Wouldn't the other disciples not even have the courage to glance at him?

If the timing weren't so bad, Miaomiao would have applauded. Brilliant!

The divine child remained silent for a long time, then realized with difficulty that he could not win the argument.

The priestess could only try to maintain a calm tone, "So, are you mocking me?"

"How could I possibly mock you?" Mingxuan laughed. "After all, you're my direct disciple, and so am I. We both have a bright future!"

"..."

Song Hansheng finally understood why Ye Qiao's words about a bright future sounded so strange. Now that Ming Xuan had spoken to that divine child, he could feel the mocking tone even from a great distance.

The divine child maintained his composure perfectly, without the slightest hint of faltering, and continued to smile as he glanced at Ming Xuan a few times, saying, "I understand."

The other person's gaze held a hint of malice, which was well concealed, but Mingxuan was very sensitive to such malice. He looked up and smiled, "Oh, you knew again? You know-it-all?"

"..."

Song Hansheng almost laughed.

Watching the Changming Sect members confront others is, I must say, quite satisfying.

Seeing that they were no match for Mingxuan, one of the Buddhist and Taoist cultivators cleverly sought the support of the surrounding crowd, inciting them to question him, "Do you, the locked-up realm, have anything to say?"

As the saying goes, one stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The atmosphere at the scene exploded.

"What are you thinking, Moon Purity Sect?"

"And those two from Changming Sect, don't think I don't know you two are talisman cultivators."

"The disciples of the Moon Purity Sect are indeed a bunch of cancers; they should just die already."

"You people are the epitome of treating human life like dirt!"

"Now look what happened! You've killed everyone. You're of high status, so you only need to reflect on your actions and get away with it lightly. But what about the lives of the others? How will you repay them?!"

"Fellow Daoists, do you see this? This is a group of cancerous tumors led by Ye Qiao."

"..." The others were distracted by the string of insults.

Poor Ye Qiao, you're not even here and you still get scolded. Is this the kind of scolding a top star has to endure?

The crowd, filled with righteous indignation, spat at them, nearly drowning them.

Su Zhuo, who was singled out for criticism, couldn't help but feel indignant. He imitated the other cultivators and shouted loudly, "Then the people from Chengfeng Sect and Biyue Sect also entered the secret realm? Why aren't you criticizing them?"

Why are they only targeting them and Changming Sect for criticism? Don't the other two sects need to be criticized?

Si Miaoyan: "...???" Are you being polite, Su Zhuo?

Qin Huai: "???" You're finished.

"..."

Su Zhuo, who had suddenly offended two factions, shuddered. Realizing he had said the wrong thing, he shrank back and remained silent.

People who love a good spectacle were overjoyed, frantically posting on forums and spreading the news.

[So it seems the Moonlit Couple of Yueqing Sect and Changming Sect, and the Feng Shui Couple of Chengfeng Sect and Bishui Sect are real.]

[...what the hell.]

What on earth is going on with these cases?

Why lock up the secret realm out of nowhere? Isn't that just creating trouble for no reason?

"So everyone's gathered here to attack us?" Qin Huai felt it was time to clarify things, and he frowned. "First of all, we don't call ourselves disciples; we have names."

With each question referring to her as a "personal disciple," Qin Huai thought to herself, "Are we, apart from Ye Qiao, unworthy of having names?"

"Secondly, who gave you the misconception that everyone is dead?"

"We were the first to get out because we were fast, not because they were all dead."

Mingxuan and his group were the first to come out. As soon as they came out, they were blinded by the golden light of the cultivators on the outside and the Buddha's disciple, and they were unable to move. As a result, everyone behind them was blocked inside.

Qin Huai's voice was clear, and for a moment the surroundings fell silent.

Someone quickly retorted: "They paid with their lives because of your actions! You should all be held responsible."

"I request that all my close associates be imprisoned in a water dungeon to reflect on their actions."

"Yes, yes, they've broken out of the dungeon before, but this time they're being locked up in the water dungeon!" The water dungeon is much worse than the dungeon; it tortures a person's mind and body, and once you're locked up, you're never in the light of day again.

As the calls grew louder, Mingxuan finally realized what the Buddhist and Taoist sides' purpose was.

There must be Buddhists and Taoists deliberately instigating this group. It seems that the purpose of this trip is to use this action to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Damn, I knew those bald monks had bad intentions.

Sometimes the pressure of public opinion is terrifying. Qin Huai calmed down. Hearing them bring up the death toll, he had nothing to panic about. The young man chuckled, lightly fiddling with the tassel of his sword at his waist, his gaze sharp as a knife fixed on the divine child's face: "Then why don't we tally up the survival rate in this secret realm?"

Qin Huai had participated in many major dungeons, but this was the only time he could guarantee that he had ever seen such a high number of survivors.

The Great Secret Realm was calm for the first few days, but later on, powerful demons at the Nascent Soul and late Golden Core stages appeared one after another. If you were unlucky, you might even encounter a Demon King, which could lead to a 50% reduction in the number of players.

But this time it was different; all the beasts paid homage to Ye Qiao.

"You mean you brought everyone out?"

"No, we're not gods." He denied it quickly.

The voices in the crowd gradually gained confidence and began to shout again: "Who's leading the team? Where's Ye Qiao? Why didn't she come out?"

"What are you yelling about?" Miao Miao exploded, shoving Qin Huai who was in her way: "Get out of the way! I'm going to yell too."

Her voice suddenly rose, her soft tone turning unusually shrill, almost deafening everyone like a whistle: "Ye Qiao is in charge. Of course she has something to do if she doesn't come out. Do you think you're the only one who can yell?!"

Her voice, imbued with spiritual energy, was exceptionally loud, instantly drowning out the person responsible for stirring up the crowd.

For a moment, they remained silent, and the other cultivators in the crowd also unusually kept quiet.

After all, she said that Ye Qiao was the one leading the team.

Her legend is everywhere in the cultivation world.

The divine child frowned, noticing that the people around him had fallen silent. Why?

This situation was somewhat different from what he had anticipated.

As he anticipated, if all went smoothly, he could use the power of the masses to capture and subdue all the disciples as soon as they left the secret realm.

For the first time, the divine child was somewhat uneasy. The young man lowered his eyes and clenched the golden lotus in his hand. Could it be that they really saved most of the people?

impossible.

In the ten-odd days that had passed in the secret realm, not only were there demon kings wreaking havoc, but also evil cultivators they had led in. In his estimation, even whether his personal disciples could come out alive was unknown, let alone a group of ordinary cultivators.

But soon, all his guesses were completely overturned in the next moment.

After a short while, in the quiet atmosphere where no one spoke, all the cultivators inside the secret realm finally used the key to squeeze out of the secret realm.

The moment they saw the light of day again, they almost burst into tears of joy.

But their joy lasted only a few moments before sharp-eyed observers noticed a group of people standing on the perimeter. Their eyelids twitched, and they looked bewildered.

"You're blocking the way outside..."

Holy crap.

The golden light that hit them made their expressions contort. Looking at the monks draped in robes, they tensed, filled with trepidation: "Is this some kind of heretical sacrificial ritual?"