Moreover, what if the Loose Cultivator City really turns against the other sects because of this and sides with the Demonic Cultivators?
Now the only option is to cut our losses and shift the blame onto these disciples; we absolutely cannot damage the sect's reputation.
Upon hearing this, Wen Qingyuan's smile grew even more mocking. He watched them play innocent as if it were a joke, tossing his hair and rolling his eyes: "Sorry, we can't contact them. I opened a comment section before, but they closed the access. Now we can't contact them at all."
"Ancestor Wen Qing! Aren't you afraid that the disciples of the Loose Cultivator City will be in danger? You should know that this is a joint operation by four sects. Although no one from the Loose Cultivator City has died, their strength is undeniable. If anyone dies, don't blame us!"
Wen Qingyuan scoffed, "If you're not strong enough, you deserve to die. I'm so open-minded, why are you all panicking? Don't let it come to this when we, the Loose Cultivator City, beat up the people from all the sects, and then you accuse us of bullying the weak."
Yu Gangzi of the Canglang Sword Sect was initially worried, but seeing Wen Qingyuan's confident demeanor, he guessed that she must have a backup plan, so he smiled and agreed: "That's right, you can't be so hypocritical. All the cultivators in the Central Continent are watching. Is the Ziwei Heavenly Palace, the righteous leader, such a gathering place for petty people?"
Chen Lingzi was so angry he almost fell over backwards!
Why is even Yu Gangzi helping Wen Qingyuanzu?
Or perhaps he felt that since their Canglang Sword Sect had caused trouble before, they probably had no hope of cooperating with the Loose Cultivator City. Now, they were just trying to drag one of them down with them. If they couldn't have a good time, they would make sure the other sects couldn't have one either.
No matter how angry Chen Lingzi was, he couldn't contact the disciples in the secret realm if Ancestor Wen Qing didn't grant him access.
As the night deepened in the Xuan Guang Mirror, countless sect disciples quietly rose under the cover of darkness, took out their magical artifacts, and surrounded the mobile cave.
Just then, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Loose Cultivator City hurriedly ran out of the door, looked around shyly, and took small steps into the dark forest.
Everyone was overjoyed, but also felt a little contemptuous—Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot disperse their spiritual energy with their bodies. If they do not abstain from grains and eat, they are still like ordinary people and need to go through a cycle of food.
Senior Brother Sheng from Crystal Palace, who was in charge, said in a deep voice, "Kill this person first, but don't let it slip."
Everyone curled their lips. The strength of the Loose Cultivator City is so weak, so what if it's exposed? Can they still beat them?
Senior Brother Sheng waved his hand, and a sharp sword aura shot towards the cultivator!
The crowd in the square looking at the Xuan Guang Mirror couldn't help but exclaim in alarm, "Be careful—"
Pfft.
With a soft sound, the cultivator didn't even have time to react before the sword energy pierced through his chest, causing him to fall backward, instantly and irrevocably dead!
That easy?
The disciples were overjoyed. The one closest to the man reached out and touched the Qiankun bag. A moment later, he picked up a bulging bag, waved it at the crowd, and the disciples' eyes instantly turned red with envy.
A whole Qiankun bag?
So many good things!
In their moment of madness, they couldn't comprehend why, despite the deaths, the cave dwellings of the scattered cultivators remained as quiet as ever.
Driven by impulse, he jumped up and rushed towards the cave, swinging his sword at the defensive formation: "Break their barrier, drag them all out and kill them!"
"Kill them and take everything!"
Senior Brother Sheng couldn't stop them, so he reluctantly followed. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head: "By the way, where's Junior Sister Feng? Why didn't I see her just now?"
But before he could think any further, on the other side, the disciple who had picked up the Qiankun bag didn't continue. He happily tore open the bag, looked inside, and was dumbfounded.
"Why is it all dirt?"
Looking at the cultivator lying dead on the ground, he wasn't a corpse at all; he was clearly a lifelike wooden puppet!
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