My brother is so cunning.

Cheng Ziwei began to pack up her belongings. She didn't even plan to take the bonus of 100,000 spirit stones, and she was going to run away overnight.

It was like a college student who just graduated from school and went to do a part-time job with daily salary, but was inexplicably framed by the boss for conspiracy and treason and forced to take the blame.

In addition to running away, she really couldn't think of any other way.

Regardless of whether the great cause and effect of the conspiracy to overthrow the human religion will fall on her in the future, she dared not stay with the treacherous boss for a minute.

Senior brother Li Yu was very puzzled by the series of strange behaviors of the junior sister, but seeing that she was unwilling to explain in detail, he stopped asking questions and accommodated her wishes.

But just as the two were about to slip out of the market, they found that the secret camp, which had been calm before, seemed to be awakened and became a commotion.

Driven by curiosity, Cheng Ziwei stopped to look. At this time, the camp was already crowded with people, especially at the entrance of the secret realm, which was in chaos. People kept entering the secret realm teleportation array, and wounded people and people carried on their backs kept escaping.

The ears were filled with shouts one after another, as if they were on a battlefield.

"Did the elders really patrol? The danger inside is completely different from what they said!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! That is the unanimous opinion of several Mahayana predecessors. Is it because you are not practicing enough and your strength is not good enough?"

"Hurry up and save people, hurry up and save people, my brother is silent, and he is about to die."

"There are difficult-to-identify traps everywhere, and there are illusions and mazes everywhere. The team got separated not long after walking. The monster plants and monster beasts are also extremely ferocious and numerous."

"Twenty people, just Not long after entering, and not long after walking far, only a few of us escaped back..."

"Hurry up and report to the elders, organize a rescue team to enter the secret realm to save people, many people are too seriously injured or unable to escape on their own, if you go too late, you can only collect the bodies!"

"These people are poisoned by strange species, and ordinary anti-poison spells can't cure them at all!"

...

One after another, seriously injured monks staggered out of the teleportation array, and when they saw the sky outside, their tense spirits relaxed, and they fell to the ground, blood spreading under their bodies, and the number of people was so large that it formed a gurgling stream.

The disciples of the major immortal sects stationed at the entrance of the secret realm were in a hurry to rescue the wounded, and then recruited new people into the secret realm according to the number of injured and withdrawn.

The essence of the world is a big makeshift team. The organization of the entire activity is extremely chaotic. There is no plan to deal with emergencies at all. The coordination of multiple sects is also very poor. Obviously, they are not prepared for the current situation. Many wounded people were left aside and no one cared.

Several major immortal sects have made an agreement, stipulating the upper limit of the number of people in each sect who can enter the secret realm. If one person withdraws, one person can be added, as long as the total number of people in the secret realm does not exceed the upper limit.

The purpose of making such an agreement is to limit the intensity of the internal struggle for resources in the secret realm. The more people there are, the more difficult it is to control the casualties. Even if someone is not dead, he may die in the chaos.

When the major sects of the Chanjiao compete for resources such as spiritual stone veins and wild spiritual medicine fields, they can sit down and negotiate calmly. The major sects divide a certain share and only mine the part that belongs to them.

However, exploring the secret realm requires fighting, because the resources produced in the secret realm are too uncertain and difficult to distribute evenly.

For example, in a secret realm, a top-level spiritual treasure worth hundreds of millions of spiritual stones is buried in the core, and the rest of the magic treasure resources in the entire secret realm add up to less than 10 million spiritual stones.

So when several major sects jointly explore this secret realm, who should own the treasure in the core?

Top-level spiritual treasures cannot be divided, and their specific value is difficult to accurately assess. They cannot be immediately converted into cash and divided into money like in the real world.

The currency of the immortal cultivators in this world is spiritual stones, which are mined, not printed by money printing machines. The sects that get spiritual treasures may not have enough spiritual stone reserves to make up the difference, and it is even more troublesome to use other assets to exchange them for barter.

What's more, top-level spiritual treasures are often unsalable. You are willing to pay more to get the treasure, but others may not be willing to accept the money and give up the treasure.

Then simply follow the old rule of the immortal cultivation world that "the virtuous one takes it". Whoever grabs it will own it, and those who fail to grab it can only blame their own lack of virtue.

Of course, the disciples who grab the top-level spiritual treasures and successfully escape and return to the camp are not qualified to hold the magic weapon, and must hand it in, but will get a sect contribution point, which is equivalent to a business commission.

It is a bit like escaping from Tarkov. Although it is very crude, it effectively resolves disputes and avoids the tearing of faces between major sects.

In the past, in the battle for secret realm resources, all the major sects sent all the personnel they could, and all the disciples below the Mahayana stage could participate. As a result, there were tragedies where people got angry and fought in groups, and people died.

The reason why the Mahayana monks did not enter the field was that, on the one hand, they were fighting in the secret realm at their power level, which would destroy the stability of the secret realm space and cause the secret realm to collapse and be annihilated.

Secondly, because these people were about to ascend, they should cultivate their virtues. If they rashly participated in the battle, they would create bad karma and ruin their chance of ascending to immortality, which would be a loss.

For this Guangling Secret Realm exploration activity, several Mahayana elders from the major sects gathered together to plan, and under the instruction of the heads of the major sects, they carried out a comprehensive reform and launched a pilot of a new model of secret realm battle.

If Wen Rui hadn't messed up, this pilot might have succeeded, but unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes.

This secret realm was left behind by the Immortal Jie Jiao. Wenrui's proficiency in the Secret Code of the Jie Jiao Formation made him feel as familiar as returning home when entering the secret realm. He could easily gain the highest control over the secret realm and make changes to the defense system of the secret realm. Make any modifications.

However, if the Chanjiao monks enter the secret realm, they will be targeted by the defense system just like thieves trying to break into the empty door.

Wenrui didn't know that they were going to launch a new pilot project to reduce the intensity of internal fighting. Out of the business philosophy of creating demand when there is no demand, he secretly added some strength to the secret realm in the backend management system of the secret realm formation. This strength matched It is the original competition mode, that is, the one in which monks who transform into gods and return to the void can also participate, and there is no limit on the number of people who can enter the secret realm.

When things went so wrong, these little guinea pig disciples who participated in the pilot were in bad luck. The monks at the Nascent Soul and Golden Core stage couldn't cope with it at all. The entry rules originally designed for the PVP mode were replaced by PVE heroes. If you teach someone how to be a good person, you will suffer heavy casualties.

"What a sin! My client can't just die in vain!"

The two senior brothers and sisters, who were attracted by the chaos in the camp, suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from beside them.

Cheng Ziwei followed the sound and saw the boss holding his forehead with his hand, with a weird and complicated expression on his face that was mixed with regret, embarrassment, and panic, and he let out a long sigh.

Cheng Ziwei's eyes met his, and she found that there was a hint of guilt in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

"You two, don't just poke around here and watch the fun!"

Wen Rui immediately gave them orders with a serious look on his face: "Go and help save people. Take those fellow Taoists who fell at the entrance of the secret realm. The big sects are temporarily unable to spare any manpower to treat them. They were left aside to die and were carried back to our hospital." Rescue, save every one!"

"Lao Hu, where is the old Hu?"

Wen Rui looked very anxious, as if he were a commander who came to the scene of a major accident to play an active role: "Old Hu, you should go and talk to the elders of several major sects immediately and convey to them the willingness of our chamber of commerce to provide full help. Saving people is urgent. , the expenses incurred for medicines, supplies, medical treatment, etc. can be settled first and then settled.”

Lao Hu was the fat businessman who had previously stood up to scold the Dingguang Sect monks for Wen Rui. After receiving Wen Rui's instructions, he rushed to the main sect headquarters without saying a word.

"Employees, hurry up, take action, run, put business aside first, save people first!"

Wenrui turned to Fangshi and called out loudly: "Dear employees, there is a proverb in Western religions: saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Now the Taoist friends of the Chan religion are suffering from disasters, and the lives of many disciples are hanging by a thread. Our three religions are We all share the same origin. At this moment, we should put aside our sectarian views and join hands to help each other to overcome the difficulties. "

Under his call, both the mortal servants of the Chamber of Commerce and the temporarily hired disciples all responded positively and took action quickly.

The Fangshi Medical Center opened its doors, the metal puppet took out the equipment from the warehouse, and began the construction of adding temporary wards and clinics. The mortal servants of the Chamber of Commerce wear strange armors (actually engineering machinery exoskeletons) and carry various medical supplies to the hospital. Temporary monks carried stretchers to the entrance of the secret realm to carry the wounded.

Seeing everyone busy, Cheng Ziwei and Li Yu, who planned to sneak away with the bucket, were embarrassed.

Boss Wen stood beside him and commanded, and everyone was in high spirits and devoted themselves enthusiastically to the rescue work. Being a deserter at this time was a bit inappropriate and would definitely cause great damage to the reputation of the Qingcheng Sect.

"Junior sister, you also know that senior brother has always pampered you and always been obedient to you, but this time... you can't be too..."

Li Yu looked embarrassed and whispered.

Cheng Ziwei guessed that the senior brother wanted to say "willful", but he had a gentle personality and did not want to say harsh words.

"Okay, we won't leave for now." Cheng Ziwei felt bitter, but she could only answer like this.

The two people who decided to stay and participate in the rescue went to collect the stretcher together, but were stopped by Wen Rui: "We don't need so many people to carry the injured. The rescue room is short of manpower. Xiaowei, I need an assistant who is thoughtful and quick. You Just stay in the emergency room.”

Cheng Ziwei looked embarrassed. She really didn't want to stay with Boss Wen, so she whispered uneasily: "Boss, I...I don't know how to be an assistant..."

"When have you been wasting time by pushing and blocking?"

Wen Rui's face sank and he criticized: "Rescuing people is like putting out a fire. While you are moaning and groaning, fellow Taoists are bleeding and life is passing by! Just imagine, if the injured and dying people are your relatives and friends, you need to rescue them. If you are an assistant, would you still say you don’t want to be an assistant?”

These words left Cheng Ziwei speechless and even felt ashamed, but she also felt that something was wrong, and there seemed to be some hidden meaning.