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He mistakenly thought that I was intentionally hiding my cultivation level. There was a mix of fear and surprise in his eyes as he looked at me. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Senior sister... are you intentionally hiding your cultivation level?" This question was like dropping boiling water into hot oil.
The disciples of the Cangyao Sect were first stunned, then they cheered and celebrated, raising their arms in excitement: "Senior sister's cultivation level is still there!" "To be able to kill Qingxu Immortal Lord with a wave of her hand, she must have reached the stage of transcending tribulation." "Won't our Cangyao Sect become the number one sect in the cultivation world? We'll have countless resources to enjoy in the future."
The cheers continued one after another. I looked at this group of people in astonishment. How could they be so shameless? On what basis did they think that I would risk my life to snatch resources for the sect?
"They also deserve it?
In the vast sect competition, only one Qingxu Immortal Lord died. Many other cultivators are clutching their lower abdomen and crying, wailing about their inability to preserve their cultivation base, and begging the senior members of sect for help.
I was afraid of delaying my dinner time, so I was just about to leave this place of wailing and howling ghosts, when suddenly a flag floated down from the sky. Countless magical symbols twisted and turned on it like ghostly runes."
I am not very familiar with the magical instruments in the cultivation world. But Wei Zhao was already pale with fright, and he let out a desperate shout: "It's the Million Souls Flag!" What a wonderful name for a magical instrument. Without effort in cultivation, all souls gather within the Million Souls Flag. This is a truth understood by all in the mortal world.
A few months ago, the demon clan launched a massive attack on the cultivation world. Above the Cangyao Sect, a flag was placed. The original owner sacrificed themselves to protect the sect's disciples from being drawn into the Million Souls Flag and having their blood and flesh consumed.
I am not as great as the original owner, nor am I so selfless.
If the outcome of saving others is to sacrifice one's own life, then... I will never allow myself to take such risks. Disciples with lower cultivation levels have already been drawn into the Million Souls Flag, and the sound of their horrifying screams can be heard. Everyone's faces are pale, and they are frantically fleeing into the distance.
Million Souls Flag is just like the scanner in my warehouse, greedily patrolling the ants that can be refined, and then inhaling them into the flag.
When it tries to drag me into the flag, it is blocked by the Particle shielding cover activated on my body, like touching a soldering iron, it immediately leaves in a hurry and turns to suck other ants.
Originally a group of immortal cultivators with immortal spirit and immortal bones, in an instant, there is no longer the former arrogance of being high above.
Cangyao Sect is not very strong, and the vast majority of its disciples do not have much cultivation. Building the foundation is the favorite delicacy of the Million Souls Flag. When it was sucking the third junior brother, he cried out in fear, "Senior sister, please save me!" I just scratched my ear. A few months ago, he said the same thing. Unfortunately, after I saved him, he immediately decided that I, a useless mortal, was a burden to the sect and fully supported Wei Zhao to inherit the position of sect leader.
When the Million Souls Flag was sucking the youngest junior brother, he struggled desperately, saying, "Senior sister, sect leader, save me." I just popped some melon seeds into my mouth.
In the original text, it is clearly written that the original owner, when imprisoned by Wei Zhao, was my most beloved youngest junior brother.
I have never shown my face. Since both the upper and lower levels of sect sneer at my sacrifice, I will not save them.
The system is jumping up and down anxiously, like an irritable wild boar:
[Host, if they die, I won't be able to complete my mission.]
I spit out the melon seed husk: "This is the world of cultivation. Even if the physical body is destroyed, as long as the soul is intact, it still counts as being alive and won't delay your mission." "I believe they can survive until the final outcome in the Million Souls Flag."
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