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

Seeing so many Buddhist and Taoist priests in robes, they were quite apprehensive.

What is the situation?

It's no wonder the crowd reacted so strongly. It's rare to see Buddhist cultivators appear in the cultivation world. Their robes and attire didn't seem like those of proper cultivators. The cultivators in the secret realm had recently faced a wave of attacks from evil cultivators, making it hard not to think that the heretical sects were holding some kind of special ritual.

After everyone had squeezed their way out of the secret realm, before they could even cry tears of joy, they saw that the exit of the secret realm was blocked by a group of monks.

The crowd gradually became restless and panicked.

Seeing this, Si Miaoyan gently reassured them, "Calm down, they are not evil cultivators."

The question of what kind of special ritual the heretical sect was holding had left the divine child bewildered. His smile faltered for a moment as he saw so many people pushing their way out. His light-colored pupils widened slightly, somewhat shocked by the sheer number of people before him.

An 80% survival rate is an extremely low probability even in Mythic+ dungeons.

It's hard to imagine how such an astonishing probability could be achieved.

The most terrifying thing in the secret realm, besides the ever-changing environment, is the monsters. In such a changeable environment, if there are weapon cultivators, alchemists, talisman cultivators, and a sufficient number of sword cultivators around, then surviving for more than ten days is not a problem.

How was the monster problem solved?

Not to mention, he also brought in a large number of heretical practitioners.

Not only was the Divine Child shocked, but the excited shouts of the people outside also stopped abruptly. They blinked several times, unable to believe what they were seeing, and some even cried out in disbelief, "You're still alive?"

"Then can we still go and die?"

One cultivator retorted irritably, "In your imagination, we're supposed to be getting beaten up by a bunch of demon kings inside the secret realm?"

"..." Damn it, this is more than just imagination, isn't this an established fact?

Who would have thought so many people would survive?

It's no exaggeration to say that the air fell silent the moment people emerged from the secret realm in such a dense crowd.

The Buddhist and Taoist monks who had been instigating the unrest fell silent, and the atmosphere became eerily quiet.

The divine child's gentle expression froze slightly. This unexpected situation had clearly caught him off guard. He subtly pinched his palm, the sharp pain pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts. He asked softly, "How did you get out?"

"Did Ye Qiao do something?"

As if he had thought of something, he suddenly raised his eyes and stared straight at Mingxuan.

It must be Ye Qiao.

It can only be something she did.

After all, it was Ye Qiao who led the team.

Whether it's leading Changming Sect to first place in a century or turning the tide in various secret realms, her command ability is unparalleled in the team.

Qin Huai had previously boasted that 80% of the survivors from the secret realm had survived, which they had scoffed at.

However, the moment the cultivators heard that Ye Qiao was leading the team, they were already pretty much convinced.

Mingxuan didn't answer directly, but instead said something unrelated to the topic, "You all know about the fall of the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race, right?"

"What do you mean?" The divine child frowned, not expecting that the Changming Sect, which he thought was the easiest to bully, was actually a riddle.

Mingxuan quickly jumped to the next question, "Who do you think was the culprit who killed the Demon Emperor?"

The divine child wasn't stupid; he quickly understood: "You mean you want Ye Qiao to do it?"

"Impossible." He smiled enigmatically. "What you're saying seems somewhat unrealistic. What realm is Ye Qiao at, and what realm is the Demon Emperor at?"

If his information is correct, then Ye Qiao is clearly only at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Based on the time of the Demon Emperor's fall, if she was the one who did it, then Ye Qiao's cultivation level at that time should have been in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

A Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages can defeat a Demon Emperor? That defies common sense.

Mingxuan's intention to take all the credit for himself was far too obvious.

Before the Demon King's fall, many cultivators witnessed the scene of all beasts paying homage to him. The news of the fall of a great demon in the Tribulation Transcending stage spread like wildfire, arousing much suspicion.

The majority of the decision was made by the leaders of the five major sects.

Given the Demon Emperor's strength, having already suffered a blow to one of his souls from Ye Qiao's attack, his swift defeat was somewhat surprising, but not impossible.

The swarm of echoing insects behind the divine child also joined in.

"impossible."

"Absolutely impossible."

"You're saying she killed the Demon Emperor? What's your evidence?"

"Don't you guys find it funny to say things like that?"

Someone in the crowd laughed out loud. It was obvious that they were people sent by the Buddhist and Taoist sects to stir up trouble. As their laughter rang out, the disciples exchanged glances and chose to remain tactically silent, listening to the laughter of the rogue cultivators rising and falling around them.

Sometimes the best option when faced with ridicule is to remain indifferent.

Collective silence and no response will make the other party seem like an idiot.

Of course, this is on the premise that someone is silent with you; otherwise, being silent alone will only make you seem like you've been scolded and become withdrawn.

The effect of the silence of the group was significant; the monks who had laughed along were like clowns jumping around, unable to laugh in this awkward atmosphere.

Seeing the atmosphere become awkward, Si Miaoyan slowly defused the situation: "Actually, whether you believe it or not is up to you, and not up to us. Isn't that right?"

She subtly raised the corners of her lips and said calmly, "The key point now is that there are about eight hundred survivors in the secret realm. As far as I know, this is the highest number of cultivators ever to emerge from a known great secret realm in the cultivation world."

"So, on what basis do you condemn us based on the claim that human life is worthless?"

What does 80% mean? In everyone's expectations, it's already extremely lucky that they didn't all die.

They were imprisoned in the desolate Cloud and Mist Secret Realm, where no one could hear their cries for help. In their eyes, all cultivators were no different from the dead.

Who would have thought there would be such a twist?

The astonishing number of survivors caused even the most knowledgeable cultivators to gasp in surprise.

Not only were they surprised, but this unprecedented situation was also completely outside of the God's calculations. The young man looked slightly embarrassed and could sense that the crowd that had been incited was beginning to back down.

A cultivator murmured in a dreamy tone, "Actually, closing down the secret realm is indeed a bit excessive."

"But..." he changed the subject, his emotions rising, "Ye Qiao must have her reasons for doing this!!"

—Shut up, you brainless fan of Ye Qiao.

"Yes, yes, we should be forgiving when we can. They've had it pretty tough too."

Putting everything else aside, if the cultivation world encounters troubles that it can't handle, the first person to descend the mountain will definitely be a direct disciple of the sect.

It's one thing to talk about condemning them and make empty threats, but when it really matters, we're counting on these people.

How could they possibly throw them into the dungeon? The Buddhist and Taoist sects might be willing, but the cultivators wouldn't be.

The divine child lowered his eyes slightly, maintaining a faint smile on his face, almost wanting to kill someone because of the repeated provocations of these fence-sitters.

His long eyelashes drooped, casting shadows that obscured the gloom in his eyes.

Why didn't all of these disciples die in the secret realm?!

He had personally set up the scheme but failed to keep them in the secret realm. It would be difficult to find a suitable excuse next time. He knew very well that if he couldn't take them all away this time, he might never find a suitable excuse again.

Now we can only seize the opportunity and take down all of them.

A Buddhist cultivator accused, "Just because you saved the vast majority of people, you think you can close the secret realm? Is this the logic of your great sect?"

Song Hansheng laughed: "What can we do then? Why don't you have someone arrest us and put us in jail?"

"..."

The cultivation world is currently in dire need of manpower, and it is unrealistic to send them all to jail.

The divine child also knew this.

Trying to capture everyone at once without a sufficient pretext is unrealistic.

However, his thoughts shifted slightly, and he realized that many of the cultivators present were his people.

A group of disciples from the late to peak Nascent Soul stages, plus a few alchemists with little resistance, could not be completely defeated in one fell swoop when faced with overwhelming numbers.

"Since you refuse to listen to reason and are forced to drink the penalty cup, then don't blame me for acting on behalf of Heaven." The divine son raised his eyes, disregarding whether it was reasonable or not. His usually gentle voice suddenly turned murderous: "Take them down!"

"The direct disciples of the Changming Sect, the Chengfeng Sect, and the Yueqing Sect, sealed off the secret realm and disregarded the lives of innocent cultivators." His voice turned cold, and under the glow of the golden lotus, it truly had a somewhat sacred quality. "Since you show no remorse, then I will give you an explanation."

Holy crap.

Mingxuan finally understood what he was trying to do by holding the lotus flower in his hand. It turned out that the golden lotus flower was there to set the mood. Without the flower as a backdrop, Mingxuan would have laughed at the nonsense the other person was spouting.

However, at this moment, no one could laugh anymore. Countless magical artifacts floated around, and talismans and swords were all ready.

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited.