Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 208: Are you really treating me like a beast of burden?
Thirty cultivators entered this time, all the best among the new disciples of their respective sects. The ten who came through the backdoor probably also had means to protect themselves.

There was no way for forty people to be wiped out.

The three people from Qingcheng Sect plus Yu Jin, plus the five people tied on the altar, only make nine people. Where are the remaining thirty-one monks?

Wei Xi calmly observed the townspeople below the stage, trying to find the masked monk.

But for some reason, she didn't see any other monks wearing masks, and even Yu Jin's face was clean in front of her.

Wei Xi vigilantly held the dagger in his sleeve: I was careless. When Yu Jin came over, I only paid attention to his mouth and didn't notice whether he was wearing a mask or not.

Giving Qin Feng a cautious look, Wei Xi slightly distanced himself from Yu Jin.

Qin Feng: Be careful of what? The townspeople?
Fortunately, Qin Feng saw Wei Xi's retreat and suddenly realized what was going on. He also did not forget to help Wang Xin.

The masks of the three members of the Qingcheng Sect are the same. They only cover the eyes and the center of the face. They are square and flat, with two standard circles where the eyes should be.

Moreover, the mask was made with very crude craftsmanship, and it felt uneven, but the size was the same, so Wei Qin and the others had to adjust it from time to time.

"We can't leave anyway, so why don't we look for the monks in hiding? I haven't seen any masked ones," Yu Jin scratched the stubble on his chin, "are they hiding that well?"

"Are you wearing a mask?" Qin Feng gripped Gao Han's sword handle and tried to calm his tone.

"If I weren't wearing a mask, I would have been torn off long ago," Yu Jin said nonchalantly, "How come you can't see my mask? Great! This mask is so ugly, but in front of a beautiful cultivator like Fellow Daoist Qin, I still retain my glorious image!"

Qin Feng: ...Is this person sick?

These words could not dispel Wei Xi's suspicion: what you see is not necessarily the truth, not to mention that Yu Jin could say whatever he wanted to say when he opened his mouth.

If there is a knowledgeable monk in the team, the benefits will be reflected at this time.

"Is Fellow Daoist Yu's mask also brown?" Wang Xin smiled. "No wonder you think this mask is ugly!"

After saying that, Yu Jin showed a wary look on his face and took a few steps back. "What do you mean? Where did the brown mask come from? My mask is red! Brother! Are you not human?"

Yu Jin was about to cry. He was a disciple of the Tiandi Sect, but he knew in his heart that his fortune-telling skills were only so-so and there was a chance that he would make mistakes and fall into a trap.

"It seems this mask is strange," Senior Brother Wang Xin touched his chin, "The three of us can see each other's masks. The shape and size of the three masks are the same."

"But I can't see Fellow Daoist Yu's mask, and from what he said, I know his mask is different from the three of us..."

Wang Xin quickly analyzed the reasons and tried his best to unite these people.

"I think the teams in the trial field are distinguished by the masks. As for why we can't see other people's masks, it must be a common trick, or there must be a formation on the masks..."

Wang Xin joined the immortal sect early and was studious. He would hang out in Bailu Pavilion when he had nothing to do. He quickly gave a logical answer.

Wei Xi was skeptical, but he kept the crossbow cocked and aimed the arrow at Yu Jin, who had a bitter look on his face.

Yu Jin finally realized: after all this time, he had just passed by the gates of hell where his fellow Daoist was working part-time. Suddenly, he felt like crying. "Everyone, you think too highly of me!" Yu Jin raised his hand and explained without any instruction. "How dare I, a Qi-refining cultivator, have any evil intentions against you? Not to mention Fellow Daoist Qin, I wouldn't even dare to offend Fellow Daoist Wei! Please understand!"

"If it's as senior brother said, judging friend or foe by the mask is a dead end, isn't it?" Qin Feng's tone was lost, and his fighting spirit was obviously worn down by the current strange situation.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, what Qin Feng said was true, and the tragic reality was laid out before everyone.

"Since it's difficult to find those monks, then let's all rely on our own abilities to see who can pass the trial!"

Although Wei Xi's tone was firm, she was also worried in her heart: once she entered the trial field, she was led by the nose by all kinds of insidious and ingenious designs. Now, apart from the given items, she did not have any useful information.

She vaguely felt that there might be something big going on with the mask, but Wei Xi had no clue at the moment, so she could only comfort her teammates first to prevent them from losing their composure.

However, there is one thing Wei Xi is very sure of: everything that happened in the trial field is inextricably linked to the evil-filled Qing-Swallowing Beast.

Let this beast act like a demon. If it falls into my hands, I will tear up its fishing net and burn it!
Wearing masks, the surrounding townspeople had no desire to pay any attention to the four people. They stared at the altar with burning eyes, and their distorted faces were filled with fanatical worship.

In this creepy atmosphere, accompanied by chants that became louder and louder, the sacrifice began.

Qin Feng, unable to save the person, lowered his eyes, unwilling to face the bleak reality.

Wei Xi glanced at the stage: the chanting became steady, the pillar to which the monk was tied began to rotate slowly, and spikes as thick as a bowl slowly grew out of the pillar.

These spikes slowly penetrated into the flesh of the sacrifices, and it didn't take long for them to penetrate these poor sacrifices. The monk in red seemed to still be conscious, and his neck shook weakly twice.

The scene was too bloody and desperate, so Wei Xi quickly shifted his gaze and focused on the crowd of onlookers.

After all, those thirty-one people are most likely among them, waiting to rescue their fellow disciples.

Opportunity cannot be missed. Wei Xi does not intend to waste the opportunity that his fellow Taoist has fought for with his life.

Finally, a cultivator couldn't help but take action, and a violent surge of spiritual energy erupted from the crowd. Dozens of flaming dragons flew over the raging townspeople and headed straight for the altar, smashing the pillars holding the sacrifices and sucking their life out of them.

Before the wave of zombies overwhelmed his view, Wei Xi spotted a group of black-robed disciples fleeing the scene. It was indeed the Wanjian Sect that had taken action, and they were quite clever: one group destroyed the altar to draw the enemy away, while the other rushed to rescue the trapped monks.

Unfortunately, this was just an attempt, and the fledgling cultivator of the Wanjian Sect underestimated how difficult the townspeople were.

The team that was rescuing the hostages was surrounded and finally had to give up the rescue and turn around to flee, leaving the onlookers sighing in regret.

Fortunately, they destroyed the altar and could not resume the sacrifice for a while, but the lives of the sacrifices were temporarily saved.

Wei Xi and his four companions were about to quietly evacuate when the enraged townspeople accurately captured several of them. These monks, relying on their masks and not managing their expressions at all, had no idea that their unreliable brothers were unwilling to part with them!

"My dear friends," an old man with a white beard stepped forward and spoke, "The sacrifice to the auspicious beast has been interrupted. To complete the sacrifice, please deliver these offerings to the altar in the mountains! You will be handsomely rewarded later!"

Wei Xi: Do I have to work like a slave for you when I go out?

(End of this chapter)