As soon as the words were out, King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang turned his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that bored. The Sect Leader only asked me to accept Disciples from the Great Dream Immortal Sect. Wherever others want to go is up to them. Anyway, this place is our territory now."

Just kidding. How could I possibly let others occupy the territory I earned with my own abilities? No matter who the other party is, they'll have to listen to me here. If I say they can't stay, then they definitely won't be allowed to remain.

From a distance, this group of people was also dragging their weary bodies, step by step, toward the Wilderness. But as they approached, the situation on the entire Wilderness unfolded before their eyes. The Wilderness, which should have been barren, was now half covered with all sorts of plants. What was most shocking was that these plants actually had human-like faces. Those faces stared at them. Although somewhat spooky, their expressions were so peculiar they elicited an inexplicable urge to mess with them.

The plants of King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang, except for a few that looked pretty and normal, almost all had comical faces. Whether it was the Nut Wall or the Yin Peach Bomb, those comical faces were irritating no matter how one looked at them.

"Senior Brother, there must be danger over there, right?"

"We shouldn't get any closer. I have a bad feeling about that place. How about we find somewhere else?"

"Look! Are there people sitting on that plant over there?"

"There really are people here! Could it be that this whole Region is their territory? Should we go up and ask?"

When this group saw people, their hearts instantly surged with excitement. The escape they had endured had left them terrified. To persevere until they reached the Top 100, they had paid a hefty price. The Teleportation Token was their last resort. They had been on the verge of giving up, but now, seeing people occupying the Wilderness, they couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

To hold a Region in this Secret Realm meant their Power was far beyond anything they could compare to. If they could ally with this group, wouldn't entering the Top 100 be a breeze?

Immediately, they quickened their pace and charged forward.

Dung Beetle frowned as he saw the group charging over.

"You're not going to do anything?" Dung Beetle asked.

"What does it matter to you whether I act or not? Aren't you overstepping, you little bastard?" King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang raised his eyebrows. "What? Lost to me, and now you're trying to provoke me into fighting these people?"

This left Dung Beetle feeling helpless. That hadn't been his intention at all. As the most straightforward man among the players, he naturally wouldn't engage in such underhanded tactics.

The Wilderness Region was large enough, and they had occupied plenty of it. So, as long as the others didn't come inside the Nut Wall, they wouldn't bother with them. Their Task was simple: hold this Region and then drag things out until they made it into the Top 100.

After the group approached, their weary-looking leader, a Cultivator, hurriedly clasped his hands. "I am Liu Yunqi, the head Disciple of the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect from West Ridge. May I ask who you are?"

"Profound Yellow Sect," Dung Beetle replied, his gaze sweeping over the group of about thirty. He frowned. "This area was conquered by our Profound Yellow Sect. We don't welcome others here."

West Ridge? Cyan Lotus Sword Sect? The name of this Sect is indeed familiar.

His words, however, made the expressions on Liu Yunqi and his group turn sour.

They had, of course, heard of the Profound Yellow Sect's reputation. When they entered the Secret Realm, their Sect elders had warned them not to provoke anyone from the Profound Yellow Sect. Just how strong was the Profound Yellow Sect now? With only ten Disciples, they had wiped out the Feixian Sect of the Central Domain! It was said that among all the Disciples who entered the Secret Realm this time, the Profound Yellow Sect's Disciples were undeniably the most formidable in terms of Power.

"Sirs, we are all Cultivators of the Human Race. Could you please make an exception?" Liu Yunqi's eyebrows were knitted tightly. He seemed unwilling to leave just like that.

If just two Disciples of the Profound Yellow Sect could conquer this Region and even possess so many strange plants, staying with them would surely guarantee stable advancement into the Top 100. This was an opportunity they absolutely couldn't afford to miss.

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang stared at Liu Yunqi with disdain. "It's inconvenient. We don't accept others here."

"We're all Cultivators of the Human Race! How can you be so selfish?"

"Exactly! Why can't we join forces to deal with the Demonic Creatures in this large area? It's far too overbearing for just the two of you to monopolize it!"

"I thought the Profound Yellow Sect upheld righteous conduct, but I never expected you to be such wicked heretics! How are you any different from the Demonic Creatures here?"

"Such a self-serving Sect is truly a disgrace to our Human Race!"

The group immediately took the moral high ground, metaphorically basking in sunlight as they started pointing fingers at Dung Beetle and King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang. In their eyes, it seemed the Profound Yellow Sect was obligated to help them.

This made Dung Beetle laugh in disbelief. "Wow, straight to moral blackmail, huh?"

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang spoke disdainfully, "It seems the people from the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect have a pitifully low level of awareness, even lower than this brat here. And they dare to call themselves a force of the Human Race? You're all worse than the Sea Race! What a disgrace to our kind. Haven't your Sect elders taught you not to go around spraying nonsense when you're out in the world?"

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with mockery. Using morality as a weapon? These people really have issues. As if we'd care about that. You're just Non-player Characters; you think you can reach through the internet cable and hit us?

"You...!" A Female Disciple, flushed with anger and embarrassment after being rebuffed by the two, blurted out, "What crap Profound Yellow Sect! A Sect like that deserves to stay in the Northern Wilderness—it's a disgrace to the Human Race!"

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right. Your Cyan Lotus Sword Sect is so amazing, so noble." Dung Beetle nodded vigorously. "So please, do yourselves a favor and go somewhere else, alright? Our temple is small; it can't accommodate lofty figures like you."

Witnessing such shameless behavior, the Disciples of the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect were at a loss. What could they do? These two were complete scoundrels, utterly shameless; they simply couldn't be reasoned with. A direct confrontation seemed unwinnable, especially with so many strange plants around. There was something unsettling about those plants. If they actually fought, the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

Liu Yunqi was silent for Half a Moment, then looked up and asked, "Sirs, it should be alright if we stay out here, shouldn't it? You've only cordoned off the area inside. The Wilderness out here doesn't belong to you yet, does it?"

"Huh, you've got a good head on your shoulders," Dung Beetle said, somewhat surprised. So, they can't handle us and chose to compromise? Interesting.

Just then, King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang suddenly stood up, pointed in a direction, and said, "Wanwan and Da Lang are here! Prepare to provide cover."

Hearing this, Dung Beetle immediately stood up and looked in the indicated direction. Sure enough, two slightly disheveled figures were making their way toward them, and trailing behind them, a cloud of smoke was slowly approaching.

"Clover, blow that smoke away for me!" King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang commanded. A row of Clovers began to sway slowly. Then, their three leaves started spinning like an electric fan, generating a powerful gust of wind. This gust shot straight towards the black mist chasing Wanwan and Da Lang doesn't drink medicine.

Wanwan appeared to be injured, limping as she walked. Da Lang doesn't drink medicine had a grim expression and didn't speak. His Equipment was also severely damaged. Clearly, their encounter hadn't gone well either.

Just as the black mist was about to engulf them, the gust of wind met it head-on, dispersing the mist in the blink of an eye.

"That must be Sprayer and Dung Beetle, right?" Wanwan said with a smile, feeling the wind. "It looks like we've found them."

"We're finally safe," Da Lang doesn't drink medicine sighed with relief.

Then, they saw a dazzling figure flying toward them on the Magpie Bridge Immortal. Flying wasn't restricted in the Wilderness, so Dung Beetle had enough energy to ride the Magpie Bridge Immortal to pick them up.

"Sister Wanwan, Da Lang, you two are a bit late," Dung Beetle greeted them with a smile as they approached. "I was thinking Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life and his group would be the first ones here."

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