Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Seeing that everyone was somewhat resistant, Feng Wuyou's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he spoke with true energy to interrupt the quarrel.

"Everyone, have you ever thought about whether more people were lost when attacking the Bone Wasteland Mountain or when entering the Secret Realm?"

This soul-question stumped everyone.

Yes, if a war breaks out, King Yan Gu alone can defeat 60% of their disciples.

"That demon only gave me ninety places, which means only core disciples can enter." Feng Wuyou spread out his bamboo fan, "Choose inner disciples who are at or above the Nascent Soul stage to enter. Bring more life-saving magic tools and be careful. There will be almost no problems."

"As for handing over 50%, it is true that you cannot go back on your word after signing the Soul Contract, but the treasures in this secret realm also have different levels, so you can just take the ones you don't need."

Feng Wuyou's thoughts made Jin Gu's expression relax. It seemed that this was true.

"My suggestion is to respond immediately and agree to this request before they figure it out. There will be many loopholes when signing the contract."

"By the time Yan figures it out, the loss will be even greater."

Finally, Feng Wuyou gave all the allies a reassurance.

"Don't forget, if the people of the Desolate Sect still want to enter the secret realm ten years later, what they took today must be returned double in the future."

"What do you think, Elder Jin Gu?"

Jin Gu fumbled with the hilt of the sword in his hand, thinking about what Feng Wuyou said.

It is true that from the perspective of interests, there is nothing wrong with the analysis, but doesn’t the right path have to save face?

How can the Sword Sect keep its face when being threatened by the Demon Cult?

As if he saw Jin Gu's hesitation, Feng Wuyou covered his chest.

"Elder Jin Gu, you also know that I am poisoned. The only way to cure it is to enter the secret realm and get the elixir. Just consider it as helping me this time."

What a smart guy.

Jin Gu was very disdainful of the fact that the Shenfeng Sect and the Jian Sect were listed as two major sects, but he had to admit that there was a reason why the Shenfeng Sect was more popular among cultivators all over the world than the Jian Sect.

He let out a long breath and looked around, "What do you think?"

The person who was clamoring to fight to the death with Yan just now has now quieted down.

"Does Sect Master Feng's suggestion seem feasible?"

"That's right, let's use some junk to disgust those monsters."

Duan Wu thought that this group of people would struggle for at least a few days, but he didn't expect that Li Jiao would come again the next day with a fairy-like man.

Feng Wuyou was afraid that Li Jiao, the simple-minded and reckless man, would be fooled, so he followed him on purpose.

There are ninety places in total, each person gets 5000 top-grade spirit stones. Anyone who enters the secret realm must give % of their earnings to the Huang Sect.

After confirming the contents of the contract, the two hurried back with the contract jade token. The secret realm had been opened and they could not delay for a single day.

Qi Lang didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and the issue that had been on his mind was finally resolved.

But he didn't feel happy for long as he was informed that he would not be able to join the trip to the secret realm.

As one of the most outstanding disciples of the new generation of the inner sect, with cultivation and swordsmanship far ahead, Qi Lang did not expect this result.

"Brother Qi." Jinzhu found him and said, "You have already entered once in previous years. Why not give this opportunity to other disciples?"

After hearing this, everyone in the Sword Sect agreed and said that Junior Brother Jinzhu was fair and just.

Qi Lang looked at Jinzhu in confusion. He almost died at the claws of a monster while trying to save them, so why was this junior brother always so hostile to him?

If Jinzhu hadn't acted recklessly and sneaked into the Qimeng Beast's territory, disturbing the Beast King who was giving birth, he wouldn't have been injured to this extent.

"Junior brother, I have a reason to go in."

Jinzhu immediately looked aggrieved and puzzled when he heard this.

"Brother Qi."

Before Qi Lang could speak, Jin Gu spoke first, "Okay, listen to Xiao Zhu. Qi Lang, don't go in this time."

Jinzhu finally felt relieved after watching his senior brother leave in disappointment.

The lucky son of this world is indeed not an ordinary person. He can still survive with such serious injuries.

He would never let Qi Lang have a chance to turn things around, otherwise the power of his halo would be weakened.

He showed a satisfied smile and looked at his master.

……

A howling wind and waves arose in the bamboo forest, and the shadow of the sword cut through the fallen leaves, leaving behind a terrifying sword force.

The pain in his waist caused his fingers to stiffen. After Qi Lang vented his anger, he retracted the Treading Sword and fell straight into the pile of falling dead leaves.

Ten years, does he still have a chance to wait until the next ten years?

Feeling the spiritual power in the meridians becoming increasingly weaker, the answer is not optimistic.

Before he could come to his senses, murderous aura surged out from the forest, stepping on the waves and coming out again, splitting into four swords that collided with the air wave and exploded, leaving a mess all over the sky.

The slowly falling black feathers passed through Qi Lang's sight.

The man in black walked out of the woods, his long hair flying behind him, and a bright red teardrop mole hidden under his seductive eyes.

"I was wondering who was going crazy here, it turns out to be a disciple of the Sword Sect."

After looking at each other, Qi Lang knew that he couldn't win.

"My name is Qi Lang."

Duan Wu looked up at the young man who had already died in the original plot, and he understood that Jin Zhu was indeed just a thief.

How could a waste who can only rely on the strong and engage in intrigue become the protagonist in the advanced small world?

Qi Lang's mind quickly flashed through the person's identity. The good news was that the other party did not intend to kill him, otherwise, with just one blow, let alone resistance, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to leave his body intact.

Bad news, he saw a name on the person who came.

湮。

The dark blue lotus that has become the strange dream of countless cultivators is so iconic that it can not only kill people, but also destroy souls.

Qi Lang's face froze. This place was only a hundred miles away from the Bone Wasteland Mountain. It was reasonable for him to encounter this demon.

"...Bone King." He spat out two words, tentatively apologizing for "disturbing Bone King."

"Not disturbing."

Duan Wu walked forward, his footsteps making rustling sounds on the fallen leaves, each of which was particularly scary.

"I came here specially."

Qi Lang raised his head. Among the descriptions of the leader of the Huang Cult, only the one about the demon being nearly nine feet tall fit the description.

Not a vicious and evil person.

There are no bloody fangs either.

He stood there quietly, like a noble young man from a wealthy family.

He doesn't even look like a monk.

No one can tell Yan's true strength and realm.

Qi Lang couldn't sense any of his cultivation, which meant that Yan had already surpassed the Nascent Soul stage by too many levels.

The sense of oppression was even stronger than that of the Sect Leader, making it impossible to look directly at it. He took a step back, pinched his sword gestures, and was ready to escape at any time.

You have to run even if you can't. You can't just wait to die.

"Do you want to enter the secret realm?"

Hearing this, Qi Lang suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes brighter than the stars, and he finally felt some hope. "You mean, I can go in."

He no longer had time to think about the conspiracy behind this. His cultivation was gone and he was kicked out of the path of cultivation.

That is real death.

Duan Wu gave him a positive condition with a smile

"It's easy, but I have one condition."

The man’s smile was more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in Huamen. Qi Lang felt blinded by the wind and sand and could not look directly at him.

"Practice together with me."

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