The ones who spoke were a few disciples of the Wuji Sect. They looked arrogant, as if they did not take these killers seriously at all.

The other monks held their breath. Although they all thought so in their hearts, no one spoke out loud.

The first bird to stick its head out gets shot, and the local tyrant gets killed with a knife. The disciples of Wuji Sect have always been arrogant and look down on others because they have the support of Wuji Sect. Now they really want to know how this group of killers will deal with the disciples of Wuji Sect.

But unexpectedly, the man leaning against the corridor kept his gaze on the black boulder for a moment, as if he was seriously thinking about the meaning of the words of the Wuji Sect disciple.

After a while, he raised his head and smiled brightly.

"What these fellow Taoists said makes sense. I came here only for the gold and stone. Since you haven't got the gold and stone and you are disciples of the Wuji Sect, please leave now."

After the man finished speaking, he made a gesture of invitation, and the killers surrounding Xiaoxiangtai immediately made way.

The disciples of Wuji Sect sneered, as if they had anticipated such a reaction. They paused when passing by the thunder talismans, and then left Xiaoxiang Terrace in a swagger.

Seeing this scene, the remaining monks looked at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Sir! I am from Xiaoyao Palace! I didn't get the gold stone either!"

One stone can cause a thousand ripples.

"Sir! We are from Lingxiao Tower! We didn't get the gold stone either!"

"Sir, I am from Tianshu Sect! I didn't get the gold stone either!"

For a moment, all the monks present introduced themselves one after another. It seemed that this man was not here to surround them, but to check their household registration.

As long as they introduced themselves and claimed that they were not monks with the gold and stone, the man would believe them and let them go with a warm face.

Yun Qianshan immediately relaxed upon seeing this. Just as he was about to speak, Sheng He pulled him back. Sheng He raised his chin, signaling Yun Qianshan not to speak yet.

In front of them, there were several Qingyun Sect disciples who came with them. They happily walked up to the killer and shouted like the others: "Sir, we are from Qingyun Sect and we didn't get the gold stone either. Please let us go."

"Qingyun Sect?"

Several killers habitually wanted to move aside, but they heard the man chuckle. He glanced in the direction of Sheng He and the other two and shook his head.

"Qingyun Sect disciples cannot leave for the time being."

“Why?”

"Why can the disciples of other sects leave but the Qingyun Sect cannot?"

"We are disciples of Qingyun Sect! Aren't you afraid of asking for trouble by keeping us here?"

But no matter how hard those Qingyun Sect disciples talked, the man remained silent.

Yun Qianshan widened his eyes, looked at Sheng He in confusion, and whispered, "Could it be that they are coming for Qingyun Sect?"

Sheng He did not respond. There were fewer and fewer people on the Xiaoxiang stage. She held Mu Yao's hand with one hand and Yun Qianshan's hand with the other and retreated to the corner quietly while no one was paying attention.

After changing into the Qingyun Sect's disciples' uniforms, Sheng He looked around and confirmed that no one noticed the three of them. Then he shouted, "Sir, we are from Xuantian Palace, and we didn't get the gold stone either!"

"So they are disciples of Xuantian Palace." The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the woods behind him casually, and said with a smile, "Let them go..."

"Wait!" Seeing that Sheng He and the other two were about to leave, a sharp male voice suddenly came from the forest, "We can't let them go! They are from Qingyun Sect!"

The Qingyun Sect's disciples looked at them in surprise when they heard what was said. The Qingyun Sect was very large, with many disciples. Although many disciples had heard of Sheng He's name, she had been training outside for six years, and after returning she spent most of her time either at Jianfeng or Jianlu, so not many people had seen her.

Many people recognized Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan, but no one pointed out that man. It was obvious that he was targeting Qingyun Sect, and there were dozens of Jindan cultivators around who were eyeing them covetously. The possibility of him breaking out by force was almost zero.

At times like this, if their fellow disciples could escape, their chances of being rescued would naturally be greater.

At this time, a man suddenly came hurriedly from the forest. He looked at Sheng He with a face full of resentment.

"You are obviously a disciple of Qingyun Sect, but now you dare to pretend to be a disciple of Xuantian Palace. Why, Sheng He, are you so anxious to change your sect?"

"This is?"

"Could this be Wuji Sect's senior brother Shen Ci? I met him once in the Eastern Sea some time ago. He was so high-spirited at that time. Why is he so..."

"Yes, I have also seen Shen Ci. He is truly a rare talent! I heard that he has already reached the late Jindan stage at such a young age and has a promising future. How come he has become like this after only a few years of not seeing him?"

Sheng He looked at Shen Ci in front of him. After not seeing him for a few months, Shen Ci seemed like a different person. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy and draped behind his head. He was not wearing the attire of a Wuji Sect disciple, but an ordinary robe. He exuded a cold and resentful aura, completely different from his previous image of a handsome young man.

Sheng He then remembered that his master seemed to have mentioned by chance a few months ago that Shen Ci had behaved badly and deserved it. He was expelled from the sect shortly after returning to Wuji Sect. He came to Qingyun Sect to look for Zhao Yanran once, and left after learning that Zhao Yanran was still being punished on the Cliff of Repentance.

What's happening now is truly what one deserves.

But... Sheng He glanced at the man leaning against the corridor, and suddenly remembered that she had indeed offended someone.

Listening to the whispered discussions of these monks, Shen Ci's expression changed again and again. He gritted his teeth and stared at Sheng He unwillingly.

If it wasn't Sheng He, how could he become like this?

After being expelled from the sect, his storage bag was also taken back by the sect. He didn't even have money to buy a piece of talisman paper. He was like a tiger in the plain, bullied by a dog. His fellow disciples who used to curry favor with him changed their attitude and bullied him.

If his master had not given him some spirit stones out of consideration for their relationship as master and disciple, he wouldn't know what would have happened to him now.

He was supposed to be the most glorious disciple of Wuji Sect, but now he has become like this, and it’s all Sheng He’s fault!

When he thought of this, Shen Ci gritted his teeth in hatred, staring at Sheng He with his eyes fixed.

"Sheng He, you have hurt me to this point. Don't even think about leaving Xiaoxiang Terrace alive today!"

"And you, if you hand over the gold and stone, I can spare your lives. Otherwise, you will all be buried with Sheng He!"

Before Shen Ci finished his words, black clouds suddenly surged in the sky, and the fifth-grade thunder talismans attached to the beams of Xiaoxiang Terrace began to burn. "Boom!" With a loud bang, a purple thunderbolt struck straight down, smashing a corner of Xiaoxiang Terrace into pieces.

The remaining thunder flowed into the lake along the beams. For a moment, the entire surface of the water was flashing with terrifying purple lightning.

And there are five more fifth-grade purple thunder talismans pasted on the beams and pillars of Xiaoxiang Terrace.

The monks present saw the charred beams and pillars and swallowed their saliva with lingering fear. They began to regret why they did not announce their identities and leave earlier. After all, if such purple lightning struck them, they would definitely not be able to withstand it.