Chen Lingzi and the Crystal Palace Master, among others, felt somewhat guilty and dared not look at Ancestor Wen Qing any longer. They turned their heads towards the Xuan Guang Mirror, saying as they did so:

"These disciples are very timid and will not dare to do anything wrong again, so you can rest assured, Wen Qing."

In the Xuan Guang Mirror, the disciples of the Loose Cultivator City put on a grand show in front of the other sects, leaving everyone else looking humiliated and resentful.

"We were trying to help them out of kindness, how could they do this to us! The Loose Cultivator City is truly despicable!"

"I really want them to suffer a lot of bad luck. Just looking at them makes me furious..."

"How come they were able to collect so many supplies?"

"They only got away with it because of the Fog Sea! The Fog Sea is safe, unlike us, who have traps, monsters, wind, rain, and thunder. If our sect had gone to the Fog Sea, we would have been better off than them!"

As they explored the barrier, the group grumbled with grim faces, growing angrier and angrier, and their dissatisfaction with the loose cultivator city only intensified.

The barrier wouldn't open until tomorrow, so they had no choice but to go back. As they turned the corner, they saw the people from the scattered cultivators city had built a huge mobile cave, which they piled up on the cliff.

The cave dwelling is a magical artifact with a folding space formation. It doesn't look big from the outside, but it has a lot of space inside.

Disciples from the loose cultivator city were coming and going at the entrance, and a bonfire was lit with venison roasting on it, sizzling and emitting a fragrant aroma.

Tong Su sat in the middle of the group, fiddling with a skewer of grilled meat, and said with a smile, "Speaking of grilled meat, there's a kind of lemon fruit in Southeast Asia with a sour and fragrant juice, and there's a kind of cumin celery in the Western Regions with a fragrant and strong aroma. Both are great seasonings for grilled meat..."

In the distance, the disciples of the various sects couldn't hear what they were saying at all; they only saw them laughing and joking, as if they were talking about something funny. Suddenly, everyone burst into laughter, scrambling and grabbing at each other.

"They're definitely laughing at us!" A female cultivator from Ziwei Heavenly Palace felt deeply humiliated, her eyes reddening. "Why? So many of our fellow disciples have died, and they're here having fun!"

"Exactly, they have no conscience! I really can't stand them..."

"I really want them to suffer, to see if they can still laugh then."

The disciples grew angrier as they talked, gathering in small groups to complain. One of them, in a fit of rage, gritted his teeth and said, "They collected so many resources, and each of them is so despicable! When we get out, with their outstanding achievements in front of us, won't we become the ones who lose face?"

Feng Yinyue deliberately scolded softly, "Everyone, please stop talking nonsense. Our elders taught us to be knowledgeable and reasonable, and we can't let each other be jealous. They can collect so many things because we haven't worked hard enough, and our elders won't know. If it were me, I would just work hard from now on, so please don't be angry."

The words seemed to be meant to comfort, but every word was deliberately meant to stir up the discontent in everyone's hearts.

Before anyone noticed, they barely managed to suppress their anger and set up a spirit-gathering array to meditate and rest. However, the aroma of roasted meat gradually wafted in, making their mouths water. They managed to remain calm, but their eyes kept drifting towards the brightly lit area.

whispering sound.

What a worthless glutton! As a cultivator, he doesn't abstain from grains and still eats greedily. What a disgrace!

If it were them, they wouldn't eat a single bite, even if they jumped off this cliff.

But it smells so good...

They lived in luxurious and exquisite mobile cave dwellings, while they themselves meditated in a simple place under the open sky.

They were eating barbecue and drinking wine, their bodies filled with all sorts of magical bags, yet they were short of supplies, scattered in number, and lacked everything.

Damn this city of rogue cultivators!