The Pavilion Master's expression changed drastically. The only elder in the pavilion who had some knowledge of formations had already tried, but he couldn't stop the formation or break it at all.
"Senior, we, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, were blind and offended you before. We beg you to forgive us. If you can help us get through this crisis, we will never make things difficult for you again."
Fang Ruotang looked at the Pavilion Master speechlessly.
"You're all going to be wiped out, why would I be afraid you'll make things difficult for me? Besides, if I were afraid, would I have come here?"
The Pavilion Master looked troubled, but gritted his teeth and said, "How can you possibly help me, Senior? I will do anything that my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion can do."
【My lord, don't agree! Clearly, no one in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion can break this formation. Let's wait until they're drained of their energy before we come out and reap the rewards.】
Fang Ruotang ignored the idea suggested by Xiao Jingzi.
He maximized his profits, but Fang Ruotang couldn't bear to watch so many people die in front of her. Her eyes darted around, and she already had an idea in mind.
"Really? Any conditions are fine?"
"Absolutely true."
The Pavilion Master agreed, and the other Wanjian Pavilion disciples all looked at Fang Ruotang with hopeful expressions.
Fang Ruotang said with a smile, "What if I get your Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to submit to our Tianyi Sect?"
"How dare you!"
The elder who had been using those two words earlier spoke again.
Fang Ruotang's expression changed, and she pouted, saying, "Fine! It's you who didn't want me to save you, not that I'm abandoning you to your death."
As she spoke, she took out a magical artifact and tossed it into the air.
A huge golden bowl was turned upside down, quickly enveloping Fang Ruotang and her group.
Before the people of Wanjian Pavilion could even react, Fang Ruotang and her group had vanished from the spacious open ground, leaving only a golden shield.
The Second Elder's face darkened. He hadn't expected the person opposite him to be so unreasonable. Even in business, there's usually some back and forth, but this person was offering a fixed price.
“Sect Master, this formation is too powerful for me to handle. If we stay inside it, our cultivation will be drained.”
The only elder in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion who had some knowledge of formations said this.
The sect leader had a gloomy face. He was highly skilled in cultivation, and he had sensed the weakening of his spiritual power from the beginning, which was why he asked for help without hesitation.
After all, if they stay in this formation for even a little longer, their cultivation will suffer a loss, which they simply cannot afford.
"Sect Master, why don't we pretend to agree to her first, and then..." another elder transmitted his thoughts.
The pavilion master responded through gritted teeth.
"Fool, whether it's the Human Emperor Banner she took out against Liuli just now, or the defensive magic weapon she has now, they are both magic weapons of Heaven Rank or above. Didn't you notice what's different about the Human Emperor Banner in her hand? She doesn't even need to cripple the enemy to directly absorb them. If she used the Human Emperor Banner against you and me, could you win?"
The elder remained silent.
He can't handle it.
"My cultivation level?" A junior disciple who had just established his foundation suddenly dropped to the Qi Refining stage and cried out in panic.
His words tore open a crack in the fear in the hearts of the Wanjian Pavilion disciples.
One by one, they began whispering among themselves.
"Won't I die here? Do the sect leader and the others have any ideas?"
"The Pavilion Master and the others have no way, but the group from earlier had a way, and they wanted our Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to submit to their Heavenly One Sect."
Although the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion cultivates the way of the sword, not everyone there is unafraid of death. Or rather, there is no one in this world who would choose to take the path of death when they know there is a way to live.
Not to mention the disciples inside the pavilion struggling, they dared not utter a sound.
Even the Pavilion Master remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on the enormous magical artifact before him.
Inside the ritual implement, Fang Ruotang and her group were already eating, drinking, and chatting.
"If they don't agree, you really won't save them?" Wenren Ya was a little curious. She felt that given Fang Ruotang's personality, he wouldn't really stand by and watch someone die.
“We will rescue them, but I don’t want to rush to save them. This place is the same as Mengxi City. I want to take over this place. It will be safer for our disciples to come here in the future. Also, if any cultivators from Yun Shen Continent want to go to our place, we will know immediately.”
Fang Ruotang felt a pang of guilt watching over a sect where over a thousand people perished within the demonic array, but she also didn't want to miss such a golden opportunity to expand the sect.
"I'm afraid that if we save someone, we might end up making enemies." Ye Wuxia frowned. Although she didn't think Fang Ruotang's choice was wrong, she wouldn't easily judge the character of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
Fang Ruotang asked in confusion, "Why? I don't know them at all, and I have no obligation to help them. They wanted me to save them, and I made a request. It was a fair transaction. They didn't agree, and I didn't force them to buy or sell. It was all a voluntary act."
"If they dare to repay kindness with enmity, I will expose their evil deeds and let everyone in the entire Cloud Deep Continent despise them. Then we'll see who dares to befriend the people of the Myriad Swords Pavilion." Fang Ruotang was already furious just imagining that she might have saved a bunch of ungrateful wretches.
While they were talking inside, a lively argument was taking place outside.
The elders started talking all at once.
Some people said, "Let's just give her the spiritual vein of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. I don't believe she can resist such a huge temptation."
“If we die, not only will the spiritual veins be lost, but all the cultivation techniques treasured in the pavilion will also belong to her, as well as our sword tomb.”
"The sect leader of Tianyi Sect looks young, but his mind is so vicious?" someone said angrily.
The pavilion master looked over and asked a question in return.
"If you were in our shoes, would you give us this choice?"
The Pavilion Master of Wanjian Pavilion harbored no resentment towards Fang Ruotang whatsoever; on the contrary, he was even somewhat surprised by her kindness.
After all, any sect leader would only watch from afar and wait until the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was destroyed before coming out to reap the rewards.
The elder being questioned felt as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.
This kind of sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight is something that only old people who have lived for five or eight hundred years have done. When it happens to them, that's called a stroke of luck.
"Is there nothing to discuss? We can agree to anything else she wants," the only female elder of the Myriad Swords Pavilion said solemnly.
She glanced at her disciples and saw that they stood behind her with equally tense faces, not saying a word, their expressions showing complete trust and obedience to her commands. She couldn't bear to see these disciples perish along with her.
"I'm afraid not. After all, if she wanted to talk, she wouldn't have separated herself from us so decisively, leaving us no chance at all." The Pavilion Master saw this clearly.
His gaze swept across the room, and almost everyone present wavered, but no one was willing to be the first to commit such a blasphemous act of betraying their ancestors.
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