Three days have passed since the elders left.
The disciples had to break a steamed bun into ten pieces, fearing that there would be no next meal after this one.
Under hunger and cold, an argument finally broke out in the team.
"We can't just wait like this! They might never come back!"
"We should trust the elders! After all, we are so weak. How could we get out!"
"You coward!"
"Better than you, this rash fellow!"
The content of the argument was not unexpected to Feng Tingliu. Up to now, everyone's mentality has changed. Under despair and exhaustion, their judgment has more or less gone wrong, and their personalities have become impatient and unable to be rational.
Soon, the disciples of various sects gradually joined the argument and automatically divided into two factions.
One group intended to break through the siege, while the other intended to wait in place.
"We are mediocre in martial arts. What should we do if we encounter the Evil Cult?" The latter argued with a red face. "We are sick and tired. Only the elders can defeat the Evil Cult!"
"Always relying on others, you will always be as weak as you are now!"
"You! What did you say!"
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, causing unnecessary casualties.
At this moment, Feng Tingliu finally stepped forward and silently stood between the two.
Just as the fists of the two were about to touch each other, they found an unfamiliar person standing in front of them, and they became even more angry.
"Who are you! Don't get in the way! I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"
"That's right. Get out of the way!"
Feng Tingliu lifted his veil hat, revealing those terrifying red eyes, which made the two immediately fall silent.
"Why were you, who are mediocre in martial arts, selected to participate in the Demon Subduing Operation?" Feng Tingliu said calmly.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone froze in place.
It's not that no one noticed this matter, but they deliberately ignored it for the sake of fame and fortune.
Some of them thought that among the two hundred people, it wouldn't matter if they fished in troubled waters. As long as they could return alive, they could also become well-known heroes.
Some of them also fantasized that being selected was a kind of luck, and that defeating the Evil Cult would also be a kind of luck.
Fame and fortune blinded their eyes and pushed them into the enemy's trap.
The two groups immediately lost their momentum, put down their fists one after another, and stopped talking.
Feng Tingliu curved his mouth. He knew what he should do, and at this moment, it was a good opportunity.
He took off his veil hat, carried it on his back, and revealed a beautiful yet extremely oppressive face. Everyone trembled at the sight of his face.
Just when everyone was stunned, Feng Tingliu clapped his hands to bring everyone back to their senses.
"I can lead you out."
As soon as these words were spoken, excited and skeptical voices arose in the crowd.
"Who are you? Why can you lead us out?"
"That's right. Why did you only stand up now!"
The sudden hope made everyone suddenly vigilant. At this time, they found that Feng Tingliu did not seem to belong to any of their sects, so they began to discuss and hesitate.
"Yes, I don't belong to any sect." Feng Tingliu crossed his arms and explained calmly: "I have long felt that the Demon Subduing Operation is very suspicious, so I have been observing secretly. But I didn't expect that those elders would abandon you. Don't you want to know how they are now and why they abandoned you?"
Every word of Feng Tingliu was like the sharpest dagger, stabbing into the hearts of everyone.
"Did they... secretly leave..." Some disciples guessed in a low voice.
"It's not that simple." Feng Tingliu shook his head and looked at that person. "The glacier with a complex terrain. We haven't been able to get out after walking for more than ten days. How did they escape? Aren't they afraid of encountering an ambush by the Evil Cult on the way?"
These doubts were not that the disciples had not questioned themselves in their hearts, but they were unwilling to think carefully and unwilling to believe the truth behind it.
"What benefits will it bring to them to leave us here?" The purple-robed young man suddenly stood up and asked Feng Tingliu.
He was one of the few disciples who could remain calm. Feng Tingliu looked at him with a bit of appreciation in his eyes.
"This question is better to wait for you to leave this place and ask them in person." Feng Tingliu said with a smile.
"How to leave? Just by yourself?" The purple-robed young man continued to ask.
"No, it's by yourselves."
As soon as Feng Tingliu finished speaking, the crowd became quiet again.
The purple-robed young man was also stunned, but then he nodded more firmly.
"What should we do?"
"Don't worry." Feng Tingliu turned around and looked at the majority of people who were still hesitant. "I will provide you with a way out. Whether you can get out also depends on yourselves. But I have one condition."
"Condition?"
"That's right. Since you have been abandoned by the sects, after leaving this place, you cannot return to the sects. You only have two choices, to travel with me or to wander the world." Feng Tingliu's tone was firm, which made many people stare in astonishment.
"Travel with you? What do you want us to do with you?" The purple-robed young man pursued.
"When you leave this place, I will explain it to you in detail."
Feng Tingliu was not in a hurry to explain, and his words stopped here.
Everyone is thinking about where their future should go.
Some people can't let go of the title of disciples of the famous and upright sects, some people don't want to trust the sect elders anymore; some people question Feng Tingliu's purpose, and some people are curious about Feng Tingliu's identity and intention.
Everyone has their own thoughts, and Feng Tingliu is waiting for these people to give him the final answer.
"I am willing." The purple-robed young man was the first to answer. He wrapped his clothes and stepped forward, walking to Feng Tingliu's side.
"Hey! Are you crazy!" His fellow disciple shouted in surprise, trying to grab the corner of his clothes, but the corner of the clothes slipped through his hand.
"I think you are the crazy one. Instead of using your own strength to get out, you actually believe in the strength of others more." The purple-robed young man glanced at his fellow disciple, sighed heavily, and said, "But after leaving, whether to follow you or find my own way out, I will wait until I see your real ability and purpose."
Feng Tingliu curved his mouth and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay."
The purple-robed young man took the lead, and many people continued to trust Feng Tingliu one after another.
Among them, some disciples were frozen and got sick. They were afraid that Feng Tingliu would dislike them for dragging their feet and not taking them, but Feng Tingliu said nothing and agreed to let them join the team.
The team that wanted to leave became larger and larger. Carefully counting, there were actually more than one hundred and fifty people.
But there were still some people who, no matter how their fellow disciples persuaded them, adhered to their trust in the sects and were unwilling to leave here.
"It doesn't matter. If we succeed in leaving, we will naturally find someone to rescue them." Feng Tingliu said lightly. "It's time. We should set off."
Feng Tingliu led more than one hundred and fifty people and left the camp mightily.
The remaining dozens of people wrapped their clothes tightly, looking at their distant figures, and their hearts were even more confused.
"How are you going to lead us out?" The purple-robed young man approached Feng Tingliu and was very interested in his approach. He suddenly froze and said, "It seems that I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Xie Zicun. And you?"
"Feng Tingliu." Feng Tingliu took out the small earthenware pot from his arms. "I brought a pair of Gu worms to this place. At this moment, one of them has already been placed on those elders by me. The Gu worm in my hand will naturally lead the way for us."
"When was it..." Xie Zicun looked at the earthenware pot in surprise. "You were actually well-prepared."
"It's rather strange that you entered this place without any preparation." Feng Tingliu chuckled, glanced at the movement of the Gu worm in the pot, and led the team to turn a corner.
"Uh..." Xie Zicun put his hands in his sleeves and felt embarrassed after hearing this. "In fact, many disciples were forced to come. The sect's orders must be obeyed. This is the rule of the Heavenly Craft Sect."
In the glacier rift, countless ice columns and cliffs formed a complex and puzzling maze. But under the guidance of the Gu worm, the crowd actually found the only way out - a cave hidden under the overlapping ice layers.
The cave passed through the cliff and reached the other side of the cliff.
The light on the other side shone into the cave, giving the crowd hope again.
"We are really going to get out!"
"It's amazing! It's completely different from those elders who don't do anything proper!"
Looking at the light at the end, Feng Tingliu stopped the crowd behind him from entering in a hurry. He observed the surroundings, suddenly unsheathed his sword, and became vigilant.
"It won't be so easy."
At this moment, Feng Tingliu's status in the hearts of the crowd was rising rapidly. As soon as they heard that there was danger ahead, they immediately drew their weapons. They would no longer rely on others, but rely on their own efforts to get out of here!
A group of people moved forward carefully, towards the light, step by step.
Hope was getting closer and closer, and the hearts of the crowd were filled with joy, almost forgetting the pain and fatigue of their bodies.
But at the moment when the crowd walked out of the cave, they actually saw several tall figures standing not far away. They heard the sound, turned around, and the strange demonic patterns on their faces made people shudder.
"It's the Evil Cult!"
"Tsk, a group of little mice. Did you really think you could escape?" The leader of the Evil Cult laughed wildly and stepped forward, the long knife in his hand reflecting a cold light.
"It seems that those elders did collude with the Evil Cult." Feng Tingliu narrowed his eyes and reached a conclusion about this conspiracy.
"Ha ha! That's right! You so-called famous and upright sects are just using a pretext to do selfish things. And you weaklings will eventually become sacrifices!" The Evil Cult laughed arrogantly. Before the words were finished, he suddenly charged forward, raised the long knife high, and slashed at Feng Tingliu.
"Arrogant rat." Feng Tingliu calmly met the attack. With a horizontal sweep of the sword in his hand, he blocked the blow of the Evil Cult.
Swords and knives collided, and internal forces collided.
The reverse internal force of the Evil Cult was like a wild wind sweeping in, seemingly trying to tear Feng Tingliu apart. But Feng Tingliu stood firm on the spot without moving a muscle. A more powerful internal force burst out from the sword, and the sword energy rushed straight forward!
The rest of the people, seeing Feng Tingliu's superb swordsmanship, gained more confidence and also joined the battle to assist Feng Tingliu.
Although they were mediocre in martial arts, they had the advantage of a large number of people and a strong desire to survive.
They wanted to live, they must live!
They had to rely on themselves to live!
Obviously, the people of the Evil Cult did not expect that these disciples still had such spirit and ability. For a moment, it was actually the disciples of various sects who had the upper hand!
"Damn it! It shouldn't be like this!" The leader of the Evil Cult gritted his teeth while resisting Feng Tingliu's attack.
"Oh?" Feng Tingliu raised an eyebrow. "What did you think it would be like? To become a pawn of you and those sect elders? Nice try!"
Feng Tingliu gathered his strength for a strike and actually pushed the Evil Cult back several steps, directly crashing into the cliff wall.
But Feng Tingliu gracefully withdrew his sword, made a sword flower, and sheathed the long sword.
His clothes fluttered, not stained with the slightest trace of blood or filth.
He seemed to be a Yaksha standing on the battlefield by nature, claiming lives and being invincible.
The other disciples also did their best, either using their bodies to suppress or using boulders to smash. Anyway, they defeated the remaining disciples of the Evil Cult to the ground.
Xie Zicun dropped the blood-stained stone in his hand and turned to look at Feng Tingliu standing on the ice field. Feng Tingliu was shrouded in a light golden layer by the sunlight, dazzling and making him feel the desire to follow.
The victory is decided.