If the outside world knew about all this, wouldn’t the entire Red Domain be in an uproar?

At this moment, most people developed a sense of awe and belonging towards the Immortal Sect.

The stronger the Sect, the better it is for them.

The future is promising!

The crowd did not linger long in the Undying Tree Forest. After expressing their admiration, they plunged into cultivation.

Watching the excitement for a while is enough; there’s no need to delay too much cultivation time because of it.

Among those leaving, due to Ling Yun’s presence, many disciples of the Red Leaf Sect could only swallow their anger in humiliation.

Only Ye Wuping threw her hoe to the ground and exclaimed, "This is utterly unreasonable!"

Just after she threw down the hoe, Wen Ping’s warning flashed in Ye Wuping’s mind, and she had no choice but to pick up the hoe again and sulk alone.

Seeing that the Sect Leader’s emotions had stabilized, the surrounding disciples of the Red Leaf Sect let out a sigh of relief.

Because if the Sect Leader were to be angered, it would be them who’d die.

They don’t want to die!

"Sect Leader, calm your anger."

"Calm your anger."

Yet someone, still uneasy, hurriedly offered a couple of comforting words.

But Ye Wuping remained unsatisfied in her heart. After being humiliated once more, she began digging and contemplating how to escape.

She had roughly understood the situation in the Immortal Sect. As long as she reached the foot of the mountain, she would essentially have left the Immortal Sect. From here, it seemed no more than two hundred feet away.

A mere distance of two hundred feet; even with her Meridian Gate sealed, she could traverse it within a few breaths and escape the Immortal Sect.

However, after descending the mountain, it would be filled with the eyes of the Jin Zhi Lou. In her currently severely injured state, avoiding their eyes would be absolutely impossible.

Therefore, the best course of action was to escape into the Star Sword Mountain Range and traverse its boundless forests, taking a detour back to the Red Leaf Sect.

Though Jin Zhi Lou had many eyes, they surely couldn’t have any within the depths of the Star Sword Mountain, could they?

At that time, she would just need to capture a demon from the Wing Race to carry her away from this place.

After several days of observation, Ye Wuping discovered that the back of the Immortal Sect was just the ruins of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, with no one there, so she determined that escaping from there was the best route!

The only uncertainty left was whether it was really just Ling Yun guarding them?

For safety, Ye Wuping decided to wait for a few more days.

And this waiting lasted a month!

During this month, the only thing Ye Wuping did was planting trees, not getting much of a chance to prepare for her escape. Fortunately, Ling Yun, who was guarding them, would leave for a period every day, giving her a chance to scout the surroundings.

She tried venturing far once, crossing three mountains and distancing herself from the Immortal Sect area, yet no one noticed and stopped her departure.

From then on, Ye Wuping began prioritizing.

Either she dies, or those disciples die, and she chose the latter.

Because if she died, the Red Leaf Sect would be finished. It wouldn’t just be about the death of dozens of people. Thousands would perish, and the millennium foundation of the Red Leaf Sect would crumble, so she must escape from here!

Originally planning to leave just like that, she remembered her disciple Feng Jun.

Others can die, but her own disciple she must take with her!

Returning then, Ye Wuping obediently planted trees for several more days, until three days later, she finally decided to implement her escape plan.

That night, after Ling Yun left, Ye Wuping called Feng Jun to help her move the felled trees.

Feng Jun, concerned about Ye Wuping’s injuries, said halfway through, "Master, let your disciple drag them; you should rest!"

Ye Wuping smiled appreciatively, saying, "It wasn’t a waste to choose you."

Feng Jun thought Ye Wuping was referring to choosing him as a disciple initially, and he immediately flashed a happy smile, "Master’s eyes are like torches; the happiest moment of my life was when you accepted me as a disciple. Unfortunately, I haven’t lived up to expectations these years, always overshadowed by others."

Ye Wuping casually dismissed him, not speaking further, quietly carrying the log to the woodpile.

After piling the logs, Ye Wuping hurriedly covered Feng Jun’s mouth, ignoring his surprise, and pulled him towards the deep forest of the Star Sword Mountain Range. After crossing two mountains, Feng Jun understood their master’s intention.

It was to escape!

Feng Jun hurriedly asked, "Master, is it just the two of us?"

"I know you are kind-hearted, but your master cannot save so many people," Ye Wuping said softly.

Feng Jun was stunned, "Master, didn’t you say you would take everyone with you? They all trust you, seeing you as their only hope..."

Ye Wuping remained silent, saying no more.

But Wen Ping, who was in Tingyu Pavilion, spoke up.

"There’s actually a Holy Mother disciple; Ye Wuping, you certainly have an eye for people," Wen Ping couldn’t help but chuckle, continuing to watch the live scene.

Turns out there’s a Holy Mother everywhere.

These heaven-blessed talents living sheltered lives really have no idea of the hardships of the human world, yet they still have overflowing Holy Mother compassion.

Feeling something was missing, Wen Ping immediately took out a Sound Transmission Stone. "Shi Hua, send some popcorn to Tingyu Pavilion, and the sooner, the better!"

How could an annual escape drama be without popcorn?

Meanwhile, as Ye Wuping was about to take Feng Jun and leave, Feng Jun, still with a Holy Mother heart, tried persuading Ye Wuping to return and save the others.

Knowing her disciple’s kind heart, Ye Wuping couldn’t bring herself to scold him. So, she simply knocked him unconscious and carried him on her back as she ran into the deep mountains.

Seeing no one was pursuing them, Ye Wuping felt both shocked and delighted.

Little did she know, this scene was all captured by Wen Ping’s eyes.

At this moment, Wen Ping had lost the patience to keep watching.

After crossing more than a dozen mountains, Ye Wuping’s face was filled with smiles, but suddenly, the rain of swords appeared above her, turning her face ghostly pale. Feeling the terrifying aura released by the rain of swords overhead, Ye Wuping’s heart went cold.

This power surpassed the Upper Realm, even beyond the Half-Step Celestial Unrestricted.

"Is it a Celestial Unrestricted powerhouse!"

Ye Wuping was startled, but as her words fell, the rain of swords descended.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In an instant, a mountain was leveled.

Only a pit filled with swords was left, and an almost lifeless, bloodied Ye Wuping.

As for Feng Jun, he had long perished under the Myriad Swords.

Watching this scene was not only Wen Ping, but also the Sword Demon standing atop a mountain peak. When the Myriad Swords Pool was activated, he had actually arrived, witnessing Ye Wuping meeting heart pierced by myriad swords, looking like a hedgehog.

Shortly thereafter, the Sword Demon arrived at the place where Ye Wuping lay, looked at her in the Sword Pool in a state of near-death, and coldly sighed, "The Immortal Sect’s Killing Array can kill everything below Heaven Without Forbidden. Ye Wuping, why did you harbor that unrealistic hope to escape?"

Just as the Sword Demon was about to turn and leave, Ye Wuping’s feeble voice reached his ears.

"So cold—"

Ye Wuping’s faint voice, sounding as if it could disappear at any moment, made the Sword Demon who was planning to leave abruptly halt his steps.

And his whole body trembled!

If you looked closely, under the night sky, even the Sword Demon’s hands were trembling.

At this moment, the image the Sword Demon had wanted to forget but which was deeply imprinted in his mind suddenly appeared vividly before him.

The woman who back then stole his heart was also lying in a pool of blood like this, whispering in a feeble voice, "I am so cold."

Last time, he saved.

This time...

The Sword Demon clenching his fists took two determined steps forward, as if to leave. But after a few steps, he stopped again and turned back to look at Ye Wuping in the Sword Pool.

The most wanted forgettable memory that couldn’t be erased reemerged before his eyes.

At this moment, looking at Ye Wuping in the pool of blood, he felt like he was looking at the woman he loved deeply but wished to kill equally deeply.

The more love.

The more hate.

At this time, a crystalline tear escaped the inner struggle of the Sword Demon, silently sliding from the corner of his eye and resting quietly onto his face.

The Sword Demon touched it, gazing at the tear, and stood there, stunned.

(No third update today... Good night, everyone.)