Qin Mountain.

Outside Immortal Ridge.

That glowing white hillock had been named Immortal Ridge.

At this moment, Master Mu Yuanliu, accompanied by Tu Qianqiu and other elders, had unexpectedly arrived near Immortal Ridge. Gazing at the white light soaring into the sky, each of them remained shaken, unable to contain their emotions.

"Report to the Sect Master, three days have passed since the white light appeared in this world."

Beside them, a scout bowed respectfully, "After that day when the white light shot into the sky, Immortal Ridge became enshrouded in white fog, preventing anyone from entering..."

Tu Qianqiu's brows furrowed coldly.

Her injuries had almost healed by now, and she glanced at her own Sect Master.

Seeing Master Mu Yuanliu expressionless, she couldn't help but step forward and strike at the white fog with her palm.

Boom!

The white fog in the area rolled like boiling water, emitting a repelling force.

Tu Qianqiu's face changed rapidly, and she stumbled backward, her cheeks turning bright red as she violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Just the outermost repelling force can injure a Fourth Grade Martial Artist?"

Master Mu Yuanliu extended her hand to support Tu Qianqiu's back, channeling a powerful internal energy to help her stabilize her condition. Her eyes were still fixed on the massive white fog, "This doesn't seem like the work of a Martial Artist, more like... a Third Grade Daoist?"

Third-Grade Martial Artists, known as—Vajra Unbreakable!

This signifies the Great Perfection of vitality, spirit, and essence, achieving unity of body and spirit, maintaining peak condition forever, and significantly prolonging life.

But even a First Grade Martial Artist, whose strength alone could move mountains and seas, could not create such a misty array.

Although Daoists of the lower third grade are weak, by the middle third grade, they can match Martial Artists.

At the upper third grade, they are even superior!

A First Grade Daoist is almost the stuff of legends, capable of sweeping the world!

Reality is not a game—while it's difficult to start practicing as a Daoist, they hold an advantage later on. As they progress, they become stronger than Martial Artists and are adept in various spellcasting methods, astonishing heaven and earth, and moving ghosts and deities to tears.

"With this scale, it doesn't look like something a Second or Third Grade Daoist could have done—most likely it's left by a First Grade Daoist..."

Master Mu Yuanliu's breathing couldn't help but become heavier.

The Tianyuan Sect was just a mid-level sect occupying one county, with the highest inheritance being a Third Grade Martial Artist.

As for the inheritance of a First Grade Daoist, it was simply unimaginable!

"After receiving the news, I'm afraid even the White Tiger Sect can't sit still, huh? Our Tianyuan Sect just occupies a geographical advantage..."

Master Mu Yuanliu was quickly weighing her options in her heart when her ears twitched. She raised her hand and exchanged three palms with a shadowy figure.

Clang, clang, clang!

Clearly made of flesh and blood, the palms of the two collided, producing a sound like clashing metal, causing the ears of several nearby Fourth Grade Martial Artists to ache.

After three exchanges, the dark figure retreated, revealing an imposing man in a blood-colored robe, his eyes deep like bottomless pools.

"The Sect Master of the Blood Wolf Sect—Zhuang Bufan?!"

Tu Qianqiu shouted, "As a Sect Master, how could you be so shameless as to launch a sneak attack?"

"Noise!"

Zhuang Bufan, also a Third Grade Vajra Unbreakable Martial Artist, just sneered in response, "You Tianyuan Sect's Sect Master and elders are entering Qin Mountain County in force; are you trying to start a war with my Blood Wolf Sect?"

"Sect Master Zhuang is taking it too seriously," Master Mu Yuanliu said with a smile, "We are simply here to pay respects to the relics of our ancestors."

"As for Sect Master Zhuang, being a local snake, I'm sure you won't lack any clues about this place..."

Zhuang Bufan's expression twitched.

"This is indeed his concern. After all, at this moment, a large number of able hands from Dingzhou have already gathered near Immortal Ridge, with a continuous stream of people from the other eight states rushing over.

When the time comes, if they get provoked like this, the Blood Wolf Sect will immediately become the target of public criticism."

"Hmph, I don't believe you're unaware."

Zhuang Bufan snorted coldly.

"This Eight Hundred Miles of Qin Mountain, with its outstanding people and spirit of the land, was once the stronghold of an ancient and dominant sect—the Wuding Sect."

Master Mu smiled, "The Wuding Sect was from an era long before the founding of Daqian, and it perished before Daqian was established. Perhaps it's related to these ruins... However, the Wuding Sect was a sect of Martial Artists, while this place seems closer to a Daoist lineage."

"Hmph, any top-notch sect will inevitably practice both Martial Arts and Daoism. Inside the White Tiger Sect, there is a Third Grade Daoist, which is nothing unusual. But what about you, Master Mu? I heard that recently in Cangyuan County, a group of extraordinary beings caused havoc under the dominion of your sect. Is that true?"

Zhuang Bufan asked with a cold smile.

"It's just a minor nuisance."

Master Mu brushed it aside with a wave of his hand.

"Really? I've heard that behind those beings, there's a Third Grade mythical beast... It seems your sect is truly beset by disasters. Could it be that my Blood Wolf Sect should lend a helping hand?"

Zhuang Bufan offered with a smile.

In this world, humans are considered the most spiritually advanced of all living things, but there are also various mythical beasts capable of cultivating, albeit without the ability to transform into human form.

It is said that several powerful Demon Kings, each ruling over their own territory, possess martial strength not inferior to a First Grade Martial Artist, which is extremely formidable.

In the northern states, every few years they have to deal with beast calamities from the steppes, causing local sects to be exhausted from dealing with them, without the opportunity to expand their influence.

Master Mu's face twitched.

How can one tolerate others snoring beside their bed? Indeed, the appearance of such a mythical beast within their territory is extremely unsettling, and at critical moments, it could even lead directly to the downfall of the Tianyuan Sect!

For instance, if he left and the er ha dog chain wasn't tied properly and it ran off to destruct the Tianyuan Sect, he would return to weep to death...

"There's no need to trouble yourself, Sect Master."

Fortunately, a tacit understanding had already been reached in secret, but Master Mu pretended to confront Zhuang Bufan, feigning a slight vulnerability as he prepared to trap him.

Just as the two Sect Masters were mentally wrestling with each other and may have come to blows at any disagreement, suddenly, from another side of Immortal Ridge, a long howl erupted.

The howl was like that of a ferocious tiger, capturing people's souls.

An immense Martial Arts will even directly materialized, forming the figure of a huge tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead; it pounced forward, striking the fog.

Whoosh!

Along with the tiger's roar, there was a clear sound of sword-crying.

A streak of green light descended from the sky, within it a flying sword of green jade chopping at the fog.

"Looks like the experts from the White Tiger upper sect have arrived, and that's a Second Grade Martial Artist and a Third Grade Daoist teaming up to break the Array, isn't it?"

Zhuang Bufan exclaimed joyfully upon seeing this.

However, the next moment, the fog churned, and the qi of heaven and earth began to violently shake.

The apparition of the White Tiger was directly shattered, and faintly visible within it was a white-haired, yet robust-bodied Martial Artist bleeding profusely in the sky.

The flying sword also let out a mournful cry, hit by the fog, greatly losing its spirit like a plucked bird, unsteadily falling into the forest below.

"That flying sword must certainly be the legendary 'Green Fire,' right? And that Daoist, is he not the Dao Yuan Elder of the White Tiger Sect? And that Second Grade Martial Artist, is he 'White Tiger Killing God' Du Du?"

Master Mu exclaimed in admiration.

Yet to Zhuang Bufan, those words were quite grating to the ear.

These two Third Grade Martial Artists were mostly shocked at the moment: "Can a Third Grade Daoist really have such unpredictable and ghostlike methods? Can a long-established Array suppress both a Second Grade Martial Artist and a Third Grade Daoist?"

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