My best friend asked me if I was still doing system tasks.

"Good! You bastards actually brought the enemy here! You're a bunch of beasts!"

"These useless cowards only know how to run away!" "How can there be so many people! There must be forty or fifty of them!!"

"How can those sons of bitches have such high cultivation levels?!"

The cultivators from the Golden Cauldron Sect and the Bone Carving Sect cursed and swore, disregarding their internal strife, and each took out their own means of self-preservation.

The black-robed man's arrows landed on the Shiren Sect's formation, causing cracks to appear in the array. The destructive power of this attack shocked everyone. In just a few days, how could they have found the weak point of the Shiren Sect's formation?

Shen Weixia of Wendao Peak tossed up the gray-white divination blocks, formed a hand seal, and chanted an incantation: "The stars are out of place, the sun and moon are obscured, life and death depend on others, and their blessings are hard to overcome!"

The divination blocks floated in the air, spinning rapidly, before landing on the ground and scattering pebbles – this was a positive result.

Dense purple energy radiated outwards from the divination blocks, connecting with the array plate of the Hidden Peak disciples, instantly repairing the cracks in the defensive shield.

Bai Yize and Du Sitong from Hidden Peak took out spirit stones and new array plates to check for omissions and make improvements, looking for weak points in the defenses.

The black-robed men had a clear objective: one group headed straight for the Shiren Sect and Baiyuzhai, while the other group continued to kill the remnants of the Zihong Pavilion, also to prevent other sects from intervening to help the Shiren Sect and Baiyuzhai.

Upon seeing this, the monks of Beiwen Temple quickly joined the battle, helping the Jin Ding Sect, Ke Gu Sect, and Zi Hong Pavilion, whose average strength was relatively low, as well as the Xue Yan Sect disciples who had fled with Zi Hong Pavilion.

Su Daiyu of the Wenjian Sect shouted loudly, "Ruan Chayan! Didn't you enter the secret realm with Demon Lord Huaiwei? Where is the Demon Lord now? Isn't he the most kind-hearted person? Quickly, tell him to come and save us!"

The anxiety on her face seemed genuine; she appeared quite eager.

Ruan Chayan hugged the "Cirrus Black-Spotted Leopard" tightly and answered as agreed: "When I woke up, it was already gone. The Demon Lord must be exploring the secret realm alone. Where are we going to find someone to rescue us now? We'd better rely on ourselves!"

Bai Yan, abandoning her usual composure and ethereal demeanor, let out a sinister laugh that shocked everyone: "Is that so? Since you can't contact Demon Lord Huaiwei, then you'll indeed have to rely on yourselves to survive." As her words fell, screams of agony erupted one after another.

The Sword Inquiry Sect suddenly turned against them, drawing their swords and killing several monks and cultivators from behind. This act enraged the crowd. Chu Junxiu of Baiyuzhai, wielding the Gentleman's Sword, immediately placed his sword against Wenren Ya's neck: "Stop! Or I'll kill her!"

A male cultivator from the Sword Inquiry Sect laughed heartily: "It is her honor to die for the Canghai Realm!"

Luo Hanying frantically tried to stop Chu Jun: "Don't kill her! Don't kill her! Please don't kill her!"

She immediately reached out and covered Wenren Ya's neck, fearing that she had really been slit in the throat. If her carotid artery was cut and there was sword energy in the wound, then even a god could not save her.

The cultivators from Baiyuzhai questioned Luo Hanying: "Fellow Daoist Luo, what do you mean by this?!"

At Xinglin Peak, Song Yingshi lit incense in the center of the formation, while Sun Wei and He Min were refining pills. As the fragrance of the medicinal herbs spread, Jin Caiyu and Ran Jie from Wuyue Peak played a duet on the pipa and erhu.

Stimulated by hearing and smell, Luo Hanying felt her chaotic mind suddenly become clear. She looked into Chu Jun's eyes and said firmly, "Cha Yan and I have received our destiny. God wants us to protect Wen Renya. Wen Renya must not be killed. Hand her over to me, and I promise she will not harm us. I promise I will take good care of her."

Xiange was stunned in the system space, but according to various treaties and rules, Luo Hanying's words were not specific. She did not reveal the existence of the system, so it could not determine that Luo Hanying had violated the confidentiality agreement.

The expressions of the crowd upon hearing Luo Hanying's words were quite varied. Bai Yize straightened up, gripping the array plate, and stared at the serious Luo Hanying in astonishment: "Are you out of your mind?"

“Fellow Daoist Luo, I know you are kind-hearted, but this kindness should be measured by the circumstances. Wenren Ya is a cultivator from the Canghai Realm. Keeping her alive will do us no good.”

Chu Jun pointed to the Sword Inquiry Sect, which was fighting with several other sects, and said, "Are we going to keep Wenren Ya here so she can catch us off guard? What if she stays among us and passes on our information?"

Everyone couldn't help but agree with Chu Jun's words.

"At such a dangerous moment, please step aside quickly. We can't carry this burden!"

"Fairy Xueci, you can't make a mistake at a time like this!"

"Even the Sword Inquiry Sect doesn't want her; keeping her around would only bring more trouble!"

Although Bai Yuzhai's disciples, led by Chu Jun, did not speak so bluntly, they all shared the same sentiment as Bai Yize: how could someone say such brainless things without suffering a ten-year cerebral thrombosis?

Wenren Ya, who had been silent all along, lit up when she heard Luo Hanying say that she felt the mandate of heaven. Supporting her weak body, which was tormented by the soft bone fragrance, she slowly said, "I am willing to make a heart demon oath. I have no ill will towards you."

I, Wenren Ya, hereby swear an oath against my inner demons: if I harm any disciple of the Shiren Sect or the Baiyuzhai within the Guangxu Secret Realm, may my cultivation never advance further, and may I die tormented by my inner demons.”

The crowd's expressions varied: "This..."

Ji Daoyun flicked his sword with his finger, and the humming sound of the black broadsword caused the sword in the sword cultivator's hand to tremble. He led Lin Zhuzui, Song Kangnian and Cao Minqing of Blade Echo Peak out of the defensive barrier and formed a sword formation to attack the black-robed man.

The four sword cultivators cooperated seamlessly, launching single-target attacks when separated and forming a formation to resist the black-robed men's encirclement when combined. Their goal was to kill them with a single blow and absolutely not allow the other side to engage in a war of attrition. In the Guangxu Secret Realm, the Canglan Realm cultivators were at a disadvantage, and if this continued, they would eventually be wiped out.

The black-robed man's attacks became increasingly fierce, leaving Chu Jun and the others with little time to agonize over the situation.

Chu Jun said straightforwardly, "We at Baiyuzhai have heard of your name. It is your selflessness that has allowed the Confucian cultivators of our Canglan Realm to obtain so many literary treasures. It is the poems and songs you have recited that have given us enlightenment."

I heard from your senior brother Shiren Zongchengji that your recitation of poems and prose has improved.

"I'm willing to trust you. Wenren Ya is now in your care. Ji Leshan, you stay here with Luo Hanying. The rest of you come with me to support Ji Daoyun!"

Zheng Bishui and Lu Xizhou from Xunqi Peak took out all sorts of strange and unusual items with defensive properties and equipped the surrounding cultivators with them. Ruan Chayan even saw a disciple of Baiyuzhai carrying a large pot lid on his back.

Lu Xizhou summoned his slightly damaged wooden figure. He placed a high-grade spirit stone into the activation slot, and the wooden figure's clear eyes, made of some kind of mineral, lit up. Its body grew longer in the wind and stepped out of the defensive formation.

Although Lu Xizhou was reluctant, he still manipulated the wooden figure to join the battle without reservation. Human lives were at stake, and damaged magical artifacts could be reforged. They could not afford to lose any of their fellow Daoists.