It's impossible to stop.
Shen Qiqi has always felt that shouts like "Stop" and "Hold" are particularly brainless, just like when the enemy and you are fighting fiercely, you suddenly say "My knife is blunt, wait for me to sharpen it, and then we can continue fighting."
In this situation, will the enemy stop fighting to give you time to sharpen your sword?
Definitely not.
So this kind of talk is not only brainless, but also ridiculous.
Shen Qiqi hugged the sorghum and pulled it out.
The elder of Baozhuan Peak in the stone chamber suddenly felt a headache and groaned while holding his head.
At the same time, in the main hall of Wuji Sect, all the elders of the thirteen peaks, except for the elder of Baozhuan Peak, were present. They all stared with eyes wide open, staring in astonishment at the person in the light curtain who was sitting on the ground, chewing a sorghum stalk with relish.
There was silence in the hall.
The girl in the light curtain had finished eating a sorghum stalk before the elders reacted.
The silent hall suddenly became noisy.
"She, did she eat the support point? Am I seeing right?"
"Who says it's not? I also think I might have seen it wrong."
"After so many years of building the secret realm, this is the first time I've seen a disciple dare to eat up the secret realm's support points. This girl is really brave."
"There's no need to praise her so much. You have to know that the secret realm built by Brother Wu is so difficult for even you and me to find a foothold in a short period of time, let alone a young girl who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation? Just as the little girl said, she was tired, drank, saw a sorghum field, and stumbled into it by accident."
“…”
Sounds like a very convincing explanation.
The elders nodded in tacit understanding.
"That's right."
“That’s right.”
"Yuyuan Immortal Venerable's words make sense."
The secret realm built by my family was actually broken by a young girl who had just stepped into the threshold of spiritual practice. It would be embarrassing to tell anyone about it.
Don’t they, the Wuji Sect, have any respect?
Silence returned to the hall. After a moment, a displeased voice said, "Other disciples who come to the secret realm to undergo assessments are sent directly to their destinations after disembarking from the boat. Why did you insist on making this little girl walk such a long way... What does Qiong Cang Immortal Venerable mean?"
The Immortal Venerable Qiongcang is the builder of the secret realm and the master of Baozhuan Peak. His name is Wu Qiongcang.
The female voice that spoke up for Shen Qiqi was that of the Immortal Purple Spirit.
Although she couldn't accept Shen Qiqi as her apprentice anymore, her six senior brothers could.
The senior brother’s apprentice is her apprentice.
Immortal Zi Ling was of course very unhappy that his disciple was bullied.
It was her senior brother who came out to persuade her.
"Isn't it obvious? Master Yuyuan is furious. That old man in the boat has sent countless waves of disciples across the river. Have you ever seen him let any of them off like this? He even mentioned the Earth Immortal Goddess Temple. I suspect that in this trial, everything in the secret realm will be wiped out by this little girl."
After everything is taken away, the secret realm will be useless and a new one needs to be rebuilt. It would be strange if Wu Qiongcang, a lazy guy who would rather lie down than sit, would be happy to rebuild one.
At this time, in the secret realm, after Shen Qiqi finished chewing a sorghum stalk, she set her sights on another one.
Seeing that the fair little hand had already grabbed a sorghum leaf, Wu Qiongcang felt his head buzzing again.
He was afraid that this second support point would also be eaten away, so he quickly waved his sleeves.
Shen Qiqi in the secret realm was immediately sent to a village road.
Shen Qiqi, who was still holding a piece of sorghum leaf in her hand: "..."
You know what, the sorghum stalks are really sweet.
What a pity.
Shen Qiqi tutted her lips regretfully, threw away the sorghum leaves in her hand, and squinted at the village in front of her.
It was evening now, and smoke was already rising from the chimneys of many houses, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
It was not as spooky as expected. The whole village was filled with smoke rising from cooking fires and looked very peaceful.
At this time, under the crooked jujube tree at the entrance of the village, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt was standing there, stretching his neck to look forward.
As soon as he saw Shen Qiqi appear on the village road, the blue-shirted man's eyes lit up and he hurriedly ran towards her. Before he even reached her, he called out loudly from a distance, "Fairy, I've finally waited for you... I'm the village chief of Fuma'ao Village."
With the ghost boatman in front, Shen Qiqi subconsciously looked at the man in front of her who claimed to be the village chief.
It turned out that the other party was not a ghost.
Of course, it’s not a person, but a paper person.
Not only the village chief, but also the women chatting under the shade of the trees, the little kids playing in the mud with their butts sticking out by the edge of the field, the old cow eating grass, the dog barking after the chicken... all are made of paper.
Being able to control paper figurines, and controlling so many of them at once, can only be done by a powerful talisman practitioner... Are there still talisman practitioners in the Wuji Sect?
Shen Qiqi raised her eyebrows in surprise.
The village chief was already urging her anxiously, "Fairy, don't think that everything is fine now, that's because it's not dark yet. Once it gets dark, all those things will come out, on time and without fail... By the way, Fairy, do you need any help from us?" The village chief asked as they walked.
Shen Qiqi then said, "Village Chief, please take me to the Earth Immortal Goddess Temple first."
The village chief, who was walking briskly, stopped when he heard the words, turned his head and stared at her with a strange expression.
Shen Qiqi: "...What's wrong? Is there no Earth Immortal Goddess Temple in your village?"
"..." The village chief sighed, "That's not the case. I heard from the elders in the village that there was indeed a temple dedicated to the Earthly Goddess in the past, but that was a long time ago. Now there's a stage there... Even that stage is now abandoned."
"How come such a good stage is abandoned?" Shen Qiqi asked curiously.
The village chief pulled his hair and said with a look of sorrow, "Is it because that stage is haunted? Fairy, you don't know, our Fuma'ao is a well-known village in the surrounding area. The villagers are also wealthy and have money. They also want to listen to a play every now and then like the people in the city. So everyone pooled their money and transformed the long-abandoned Earth Fairy Goddess into a theater..."
After the theater was built, troupes would come to the village to perform every now and then. On important days such as festivals, the show would start and last for three to five days.
The incident happened on the Lantern Festival two years ago.
The cause was that two opera troupes were competing for business. One of them lost, so it became resentful and poisoned the pot of the rival troupe the night before the performance.
According to the poisoning boss, he originally just wanted to put some laxative in the pot to make them have diarrhea until their legs and feet became weak and they had no energy to sing. But for some reason, the laxative he bought turned out to be a deadly poison.
Of the twenty-nine people in the entire troupe, not a single one survived.
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