Chapter 84 "Friend Su is finally afraid?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces turned unhappy.
There were only two exceptions, Su Xiaoyuan and Fu Shiyu. Su Xiaoyuan knew nothing when she participated in the secret trial for the first time, while Fu Shiyu seemed to be born with facial paralysis and had no expression no matter what happened.
"How unlucky I am to have drawn a survival secret realm..." Someone groaned in pain.
Su Xiaoyuan wanted to ask, but was too shy to speak. Fu Shiyu, as if guessing what she was thinking, explained, "There are two main types of secret realms: exploration and survival. Exploration involves collecting clues and solving puzzles from these traces, while survival involves constantly being attacked by demons. Only those who survive to the end are considered successful."
"Oh, I understand." Su Xiaoyuan nodded. She was familiar with this, Plants vs. Zombies.
She couldn't help but glance outside the door, suspecting that a large wave of zombies was on the way, but it was quiet outside, with only the rustling of trees in the wind, and no chirping of insects or birds could be heard.
"What does it mean to survive to the end?" a female cultivator in red asked in a low voice. "Usually, secret realms give a time limit. Why is there no clue at all in this secret realm?"
No one answered this question, but everyone's faces were covered with a shadow and became more solemn.
What they want to know more is, does this so-called last refer to the last in time, or the last one to survive?
But no one could answer them.
Wang Maoshu returned to the fire, wiped his hands with a fine silk handkerchief imbued with spiritual energy, and threw it into the fire. He looked at Ling Sangrou and said, "By the way, Fellow Daoist Ling, you are a member of the Taiyan Sect. I believe you know something about your sect's secret realm."
Ling Sangrou apologized, "I'm sorry, I haven't been practicing for long and haven't entered the Trial Realm yet."
Wang Maoshu: "Didn't Fellow Daoist Ling ask the master for information before coming to participate in the trial? Well, after all, this is related to whether or not you can pass the trial. It's only natural that Fellow Daoist Ling is unwilling to share with us."
Ling Sangrou remained unperturbed by his provocation. She smiled tolerantly and said, "Tai Yan is a model of the world's immortal sects. How could he be partial to his own disciples? Even if I were to ask, Master wouldn't tell me. Besides, how could I possibly put Master in an unjust position?"
These words were a bit of a slap in the face to Wang Maoshu, but she had a gentle smile on her face and spoke in a polite tone. Wang Maoshu hit a snag and couldn't rashly offend Tai Yan's people, so he could only swallow this loss.
Ling Sangrou said, "However, I did hear from an elder who once trained in Taiyan that the secret trial realms of Taiyan weren't fabricated out of thin air. They were all formed from the memories of generations of disciples slaying demons and monsters. This secret realm must be no exception. You are all knowledgeable and experienced. Have you ever seen this temple, or heard of the demonic troubles associated with it?"
After she mentioned this, Su Xiaoyuan suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Ling Sangrou immediately noticed: "Did this fellow Taoist remember something?"
Su Xiaoyuan did remember a lot.
Trial, temple, demonic threat... putting these keywords together really reminded her of one thing. In the book, the heroine Lin Wan was rescued by Ling Yue Xianzun for the second time during the trial in the secret realm.
That secret realm is the background of the temple, which was formed by the experience of Ling Yue the Immortal Venerable in eliminating demons when he was a teenager. At that time, the Demon Lord was at the peak of his power and arrogance. The mortal world was close to the border of chaos and several states were plagued by demons. The demon cultivators and evil cultivators slaughtered mortals in the territory and occupied cities and villages.
This ancient temple in the deep mountains was not spared. The original monks were corrupted by the evil spirit and became evil monks. They turned the good Buddhist temple into a devil's cave and kidnapped mortals from nearby villages and towns, killing and eating them.
Of course, as a restricted novel with a dark background of cultivating immortals, in addition to blood and violence, various heavy-sex plots are also indispensable.
How could Su Xiaoyuan, a clear-headed college freshman, have ever seen such a thing? She looked at the comments and jumped directly to the end of the copy where Ling Yue Xianzun appeared. She only vaguely remembered that there was an inner world in the secret realm. Not only was it abnormal and hard to describe, but there were also real remnants of the demon cave lurking there.
She didn't know what happened to the other people in the group, because when Ling Yuexianzun came to the rescue at the end, only the heroine was left in the scene.
At that time, the heroine was controlled by the real demon in the secret realm and forced to get married. Fortunately, the Immortal Master Ling Yue noticed the unusual movement in the secret realm, rushed to eliminate the demon, and saved her.
She was wearing a wedding dress and was saved by the marshal at a critical moment. The suspension bridge effect was at its peak. She was so handsome that she would fall in love with him at first sight.
Could it be this secret place?
But logically speaking, this plot should take place during the sect competition a few months later.
She really wanted to make some contribution to everyone and provide some useful information, but unfortunately, she was not sure whether it was the same secret realm. Secondly, even if she was sure, she could not help much. She did not know when the danger would appear, nor did she know how to avoid it.
Things in the other world are even harder to say. If it turns out to be a false alarm, and she tells people about it, people will worry for nothing. But if it really happens, how will she explain that she was spoiled?
She shook her head hurriedly: "No, no..."
Ling Sangrou smiled faintly: "It seems that I was too suspicious. I saw the look of surprise on your face just now, and I thought you knew something."
The others had not paid much attention to a Qi Refining Stage cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, but after hearing what she said, they all turned their attention to Su Xiaoyuan, looking thoughtful.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by them, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only lower her head and act like an ostrich.
The taciturn man beside her suddenly spoke up: "You are a genuine Taiyan sect member and you know nothing about anything. How could she know?"
Su Xiaoyuan was frightened and hurriedly pulled his sleeve quietly.
That's the heroine, the lucky girl of the whole book. If you mess with her, you will automatically accept the identity of cannon fodder. Although the book is not very dark in the early stage, the cannon fodder will not have a good ending.
Ling Sangrou glanced at him and smiled apologetically, "Fellow Daoist Fu and Fellow Daoist Su are friends in need. Naturally, they know her better than I do. I'm sorry for being so presumptuous."
She bowed to Su Xiaoyuan and said, "I apologize for any offense caused by my unwarranted speculation."
How could Su Xiaoyuan dare to accept the heroine's gift and ask her to bow her head? The result might be that she would be kicked out.
She was about to say it was okay when a female cultivator in purple snorted.
The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, with an honest and kind appearance, but her words were sarcastic and scathing. "Fellow Daoist Ling, why bother to be so humble to someone like her? She's a Qi Refining Stage cultivator from the He Huan Sect, but she dared to enter the Dragon Ridge Peak Trial Realm. Who knows if she's connected to some powerful being?"
She glanced at the group and said, "Perhaps we are all here to play with the powerful confidante."
Su Xiaoyuan blushed: "I don't have any, I came here to sign up on my own, I don't know any powerful people..."
"Fellow Daoist Tao, please don't make such unfounded statements," Ling Sangrou said sternly. "How could our sect leader be so corrupt and give such an advantage to those with ulterior motives? As the saying goes, 'A hero is not judged by his origins.' Fellow Daoist Su must have some extraordinary qualities."
Su Xiaoyuan had no special qualities. The more she was praised, the more insecure she felt. She shook her head and said, "Fellow Daoist Ling, you're too kind. I really just came here to try my luck... I've never left my own sect before..."
She swallowed the rest of her words halfway through.
Self-proof is useless. No matter how you explain it, they will only believe what they believe.
Ling Sangrou suddenly remembered a small thing.
Once, she went to deliver alchemy materials for her master. When she walked near the alchemy room, she heard her master communicating with someone. She vaguely heard a few words, "You are in Yunyu Sect" and so on. Although her master did not say who the person was, the tone was casual and familiar between peers. Among the several peak masters in the sect, only her third uncle Mingxin Yuanjun was away, and the person opposite was very likely her.
I heard that Third Master had a penchant for hunting beautiful women. Could this girl be related to him? It wasn't completely impossible.
But if she really was Third Uncle's person, why would she just follow her back to the sect? Why would she have to suffer in the secret realm? Besides, how could she pass the Qi Refining Stage?
She looked thoughtfully at the man beside her.
It is very difficult to hide a person's background and upbringing. This person's appearance and demeanor do not seem like that of a low-level cultivator, and he has all the intentions of protecting the Hehuan girl. Maybe he was sent by the third uncle specifically to protect her.
Whether it is or not, she can't offend her anyway.
Besides, the girl in front of me looks innocent, but there is no innocent and clean person in this industry. Maybe her thoughts are deeper than anyone else.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Su. I believe Fellow Daoist Tao just slipped up." She carefully concealed her contempt and comforted her softly, "It's a rare fate that we entered the same secret realm as companions. We should work together and support each other."
The female cultivator surnamed Tao looked at Ling Sangrou with admiration, clearly already enveloped by the heroine's halo: "Fellow Daoist Ling is right, I made a mistake."
Wang Maoshu saw that everyone seemed convinced and fearful of losing his position, so he was anxious to reclaim his leadership. "Fellow Daoist Ling is right. It's getting late, so let's discuss tonight's division of labor. I just checked in the back, and there are six meditation rooms for rest and meditation at night."
Everyone's expression changed slightly.
Only Su Xiaoyuan was confused: "You mean two people want to stay in one room, right?"
She volunteered: "Friend Fu and I will share a room."
Anyway, she was worried about Fu Shiyu's injuries and planned to take care of him. It would be convenient to stay in one room. Anyway, she brought the camping artifact from the world of cultivation.
Except for Fellow Daoist Fu himself, everyone else had a strange expression.
The purple-robed female cultivator even sneered.
So Su Xiaoyuan knew that she must have made a common sense mistake.
Ling Sangrou said, "Fellow Daoist Su, this must be your first time participating in this kind of secret realm trial. These secret realms are usually dangerous at night, so one person needs to be selected to keep watch."
Fu Shiyu glanced at her coldly. "Monsters in these secret realms usually attack after midnight, but they won't kill everyone at once. Secret realms usually have safe houses set up with formations. One person per room, so six rooms for seven people is not a coincidence, it's intentional."
He glanced at everyone and said, "It's just about who gets chosen to die."
Su Xiaoyuan suddenly understood. She had also read several infinite flow novels, so she understood it after hearing this.
His words were like tearing off everyone's fig leaf. Except for Ling Sangrou who was able to maintain her expression, everyone else felt a little embarrassed.
Fu Shiyu had a look on his face that didn't want to waste any more time talking: "Tell me, how do we choose? Voting or drawing lots?"
Drawing lots is certainly fairer, but fairness means that everyone is at risk. If it is a vote, of course the most useless and the most lagging ones will be eliminated first, and most people will be safe.
Wang Maoshu said, "Let's vote for the sake of fairness."
He was not afraid of offending those two useless bastards.
He took out a stack of blank talisman paper from his Qiankun bag and asked the people around him to distribute it: "Use your spiritual power to write your name on the talisman paper and throw it into the fire."
Ling Sangrou looked embarrassed and lowered her voice to the purple-robed female cultivator beside her, "Everyone is a companion. It would be a shame to put anyone in danger..."
She looked at Wang Maoshu: "Can I give up?"
Wang Maoshu smiled faintly: "Don't we want to be good people? If everyone was like Fellow Daoist Ling, would we still vote?"
"Fellow Daoist Ling was just asking, is it necessary to provoke such a long discussion?" The female cultivator surnamed Tao immediately charged forward, "Fellow Daoist Ling is simply too generous."
Su Xiaoyuan didn't hear clearly what they were arguing about. She was holding the talisman paper and feeling troubled.
Since it is a vote, in the end one of her and Fu Shiyu will definitely be chosen.
Fu Shiyu's cultivation is higher than hers, but his right arm is injured and he can't even open the medicine bottle, let alone fight monsters. It's hard to say who is more useless between the two, so it's hard to guess who these people will choose.
She gathered her spiritual power between her fingers, quickly wrote her name, then crumpled the talisman into a ball and threw it into the fire.
Soon all the talisman papers were burned to ashes, and the voting results emerged from the fire.
Fu Shiyu got three votes and Su Xiaoyuan got two votes.
This was within her expectations.
Surprisingly, Ling Sangrou actually got two votes.
The heroine herself was fine, but the female cultivator surnamed Tao couldn't sit still anymore: "How come Fellow Daoist Ling has two votes? Fellow Daoist Wang, is this talisman paper damp?"
Ling Sangrou said, "Don't misunderstand, Fellow Daoist Tao. I cast one vote myself. Since I can't abstain, I can only settle for the next best thing."
The female cultivator surnamed Tao was completely captivated by the heroine's charisma: "Fellow Daoist Ling is so noble and upright that I, Tao, feel ashamed of myself."
If only the heroine were the heroine, Su Xiaoyuan would admire her a little.
I just don't know who cast the other vote.
Ling Sangrou was also very curious.
Was it Wang Maoshu? He wanted to get rid of her because he felt his position was threatened?
No, her cultivation level is second only to his among these people. Even if he wants to take action, he won't do it so quickly. She is still useful to him.
Her eyes scanned around and paused on Su Xiaoyuan.
It looks like it's her.
Did that test just now offend her? This is too vindictive.
Ling Sangrou didn't want to offend Third Uncle and make enemies, but after all, she was also the disciple of the master of a peak, and her status was not comparable to that of Third Uncle's plaything.
Even if I really meet her, I won't be afraid.
Moreover, this secret realm tests one's character, and no one can find any fault with her actions. However, the Hehuan woman lost one point because she couldn't hold back and voted for her.
Don't reveal your true identity in front of Third Uncle Master, or she will dislike you.
Wang Maoshu said, "Now that the night watchmen have been selected, fellow Taoists, please go and meditate and rest."
Meditating in the safe formation can absorb spiritual energy to restore cultivation. Everyone couldn't wait to get up and walk towards the Zen temple at the back.
Soon, Su Xiaoyuan and Fu Shiyu were the only ones left in the dilapidated Buddhist temple.
The man had put on the black cloak again at some point, with the hood covering his radiant face. Su Xiaoyuan felt a little more at ease.
"Why don't you leave?" Fu Shiyu turned his head and asked her.
"I'll keep watch with you." Su Xiaoyuan said.
Fu Shiyu didn't show any sign of being moved, and even became colder, with an aura of keeping strangers away.
Are you afraid that she won't be able to help and will even be a hindrance?
"I won't hold you back," she promised quickly.
When she realized that this was not convincing, she added, "When the demons come, run to the safe house and I will hold them back."
Fu Shiyu took off his hood: "Why are you so nice to me? Is it because I saved you?"
As soon as Su Xiaoyuan saw his face, her brain stopped functioning normally. Her face quickly heated up, as if her head had turned into a hot boiler, and it seemed as if white steam was about to come out of her ears.
She nodded blankly.
Fu Shiyu said coldly, expressionless, "I didn't turn back to save you in the forest. It's because once the monsters have their sights on a target, they'll fight to the death. If I don't use you as bait to eliminate them completely, they'll come after me once they catch you."
After he finished speaking, he looked up and found that the girl was staring at him blankly and nodding, as if she had drunk too much Moon Flower Wine. He angrily put on his hood and turned away.
After covering her face, Su Xiaoyuan was stunned for a while, and finally returned to normal. She remembered what he had just said: "It doesn't matter what you did, no matter what your heart was. No matter why you saved me, you saved me anyway."
"If someone else had saved you, would you have done the same?"
Su Xiaoyuan didn't know what he was angry about, and why he dragged other people into it. Maybe this beautiful woman just had a bad temper.
We can be tolerant, we can be tolerant.
"There's no point in assuming. The truth is, it was you who saved me."
The man looked at the fire and raised his eyelids again: "Do you know someone named Ling?"
For some reason, her savior was so rude to the heroine that she almost covered his mouth subconsciously, fearing that the world's will would hear it and make him cannon fodder.
"No, how could I know Fellow Daoist Ling?"
Instead of saying directly that he didn't know him, he asked back, which shows that he was guilty.
Fu Shiyu: "Then why were you blushing and dazed when you looked at her just now?"
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment before she remembered that when she was introducing herself, she suddenly found that the heroine was sitting opposite her. She was shocked and couldn't help but think of the long and large-scale erotic scenes in the book. She felt like a social failure who had been hiding under someone else's bed the whole time and was suddenly caught by the real person.
It’s really not that she likes to watch these things, but the heroine always thinks of Bai Yueguang’s deeds at times like this.
"Am I... am I blushing? Maybe it's because Fellow Daoist Ling is so handsome. Who doesn't like to look at a beautiful woman?" Su Xiaoyuan made an excuse.
Fu Shiyu glanced at her and said, "Then you might as well look in the mirror."
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant. Was he praising her beauty?
Anyone would be flattered if they were praised for their beauty by such a stunning beauty, but unfortunately, she didn't have a natural face, so she felt unworthy of it.
Just then, the cry of a night owl was heard outside.
"It's almost midnight," she came to her senses, "I'll help you re-bandage your wound, and then you should hurry up and get some sleep."
"Can you heal wounds?"
"Not really," Su Xiaoyuan said, "but I can still treat wounds."
Although she was not a professional medical practitioner, she had learned some basic first aid knowledge from Kaishan on the boat, so she could handle the current situation.
But there were cobwebs and dust everywhere, and the ground was made of hard bricks and stones, so there was no way to rest.
She had no choice but to take out the camping artifact from her Qiankun bag.
This was a sketch she made and the puppeteer helped her make it. Simply put, it's a constant temperature tent. From the outside, it looks only the size of a children's tent, but in fact, it's full of secrets inside. With the addition of a space expansion spell, it's much more spacious.
It has a comfortable and constant temperature, and is fully equipped with mattresses, bedding, etc. There is also a small clean room with a circulating clean water heated bathtub and a self-cleaning toilet, and even a small spirit stone stove for making milk tea and simple meals.
Su Xiaoyuan fiddled with it inside for a while, prepared the tools and materials needed for bandaging, and then invited him in.
Fu Shiyu walked into the tent and took a look: "Is this a magic weapon?"
Su Xiaoyuan said proudly: "My puppet helped me do it."
Fu Shiyu just said "hmm".
Su Xiaoyuan: "He's very powerful, isn't he?"
This treasure was made by her own puppet after several days of hard work. Even a stunning beauty cannot be so ignorant of its value.
Fu Shiyu: “Not bad.”
He said as he took off his cloak.
Su Xiaoyuan thought he was going to roll up his sleeves, but he actually started to untie his belt.
"Fellow Daoist Fu..."
The man said nothing and quickly took off his brown cloth coat, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist, then untied the belt of his white inner coat.
Su Xiaoyuan took two steps back in shock: "Friend Fu, what are you doing?"
The man's mouth curved, his long eyes twitching with a hint of charm, his smile light and clear as the first clearing of spring snow: "Fellow Daoist Su, you are completely defenseless against strangers. Are you finally afraid?"
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