Chen Nan finally understood why so many Nascent Soul Old Monsters had co here—they all wanted to obtain the Lifespan Extension Pill in the Moon God Temple Secret Realm.
Chen Nan was still young now, so he had no need for a Lifespan Extension Pill at all, but if he found one, selling it would also earn him a huge pile of Spirit Stones, so his Heart began to burn with excitent as well.
More and more people arrived in front of the Moon God Temple, and when Chen Nan turned his head to look, he could clearly see the situation at the Moon God Temple.
This place looked like an ancient temple on a desolate mountain, with a dilapidated Divine Hall; in front of the Divine Hall stood a tall gate tower built of stone, which was still fairly well preserved.
The Moon God Temple Secret Realm was opened from within that gate.
Chen Nan then began to observe those Nascent Soul Stage Old Monsters; these people were his greatest enemies in the Moon God Temple Secret Realm, so he had no choice but to be on guard.
One of the old n was already decrepit, wearing loose robes and holding a cane in his hand; the wrinkles on his face looked like the bark of an old tree.
Yet the aura on his body was undoubtedly that of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Another man wore Beast Skin and held a large bone club in his hand, looking like so kind of primitive man, and he too was a Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse.
Besides them, there were several other Nascent Soul Old Monsters, which left Chen Nan with very little confidence in his Heart; this Moon God Temple Secret Realm was essentially a battlefield where these Nascent Soul Old Monsters would enter and slaughter each other.
Anyone below the Nascent Soul Realm who entered was rely background decoration; even though they all knew this, there were still countless Cultivators rushing in one after another, like moths throwing themselves into the fla.
"See that old man there? That’s the famous Master Xiuku, one of the old-line Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses in the Western Desert. His lifespan is probably almost up, so he’s co to try his luck."
The Cultivator beside him was very talkative; he tilted his head and started chatting with Chen Nan.
"And that guy who looks like a wild man," he lowered his voice, afraid the person in question would hear him, "that’s Master Liehuang, a ruthless man who hacked his way out of the Desolate Realm!"
The Desolate Realm was a perilous forbidden land in the Western Desert, with mountain ranges stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles; within the Desolate Realm danger lurked everywhere, which also caused outsiders to seldom set foot there.
As a result, the Cultivators and humans in the Desolate Realm still maintained a very ancient lifestyle; you could tell just by looking at Master Liehuang wearing Beast Skin and using a bone club as a weapon.
"Coming this ti was really worth it, to be able to see so many Nascent Soul True n." The Cultivator next to him was extrely excited, then suddenly clasped his hands casually toward Chen Nan.
"I am Wen Jing. May I ask Fellow Daoist’s na?"
Perhaps because this person’s chattering reminded him sowhat of the Divine Calculator, Chen Nan returned the salute and said, "Zhang San."
The na sounded fake at a glance, but Wen Jing didn’t mind at all: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, a chance eting is fate. Once we enter the Moon God Temple Secret Realm, please take good care of ."
Chen Nan did not answer. After all, Ling Shuanghua had already told him how dangerous the Secret Realm was; he didn’t think he had the ability to help others.
Wen Jing still didn’t care and continued to introduce those Nascent Soul Realm cultivators to Chen Nan, talking about each one in great detail.
The wait was boring, but with Wen Jing by his side, it didn’t seem quite so boring anymore.
One Cultivator after another arrived, among them no shortage of Nascent Soul Realm strong experts.
"Fellow Daoist, look—that’s Qingcheng Fairy, Feng Qingcheng, the Young Master of Divine Phoenix City. She’s so beautiful!"
Chen Nan looked up and saw a group of people flying over in the sky not far away; leading them was a woman in fiery red clothes, like a blazing fla.
The woman’s face was cold and distant, her Five Senses delicate and pretty, and she carried an indescribable air about her.
Wen Jing’s eyes were almost going straight from staring, but Chen Nan only swept her a glance before losing interest, because Feng Qingcheng wasn’t a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, so she wasn’t worth his attention.
After Feng Qingcheng arrived, she walked to the side; the area in front of the Moon God Temple archway was where the Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses stood, behind them were Golden Core Realm Cultivators, and further back were the Foundation Establishnt Realm ants.
Even without anyone giving orders, the Cultivators here naturally divided themselves according to their Realm levels.
As luck would have it, the spot Feng Qingcheng chose happened to be where Chen Nan and Wen Jing were; the Cultivators blocking Feng Qingcheng’s path along the way all quickly moved aside.
Divine Phoenix City was a first-rate power; no one dared provoke the Young Master of Divine Phoenix City.
Wen Jing could tell that Feng Qingcheng wanted to co to where they were, since right behind their spot was the mountain cliff.
But there was a benefit to being in such a corner: there was no one behind them, so they could see everyone in front at a glance.
In the end, Feng Qingcheng really did stop right in front of Wen Jing and Chen Nan, saying nothing, yet her entire being radiated a "strangers keep away" air, as if she were trying to drive them off.
Wen Jing gave an awkward laugh; he couldn’t afford to offend Divine Phoenix City, so he got up to leave, and even reached out to pull Chen Nan along.
Who would have thought Chen Nan would grab his arm in one swift motion and forcefully pull him back down to sit, saying in a low voice, "Don’t move, just sit right here!"
His voice was loud, and combined with his current rugged appearance, he looked every bit the reckless brute.
Seeing Feng Qingcheng’s sowhat darkened expression, cold sweat broke out on Wen Jing’s forehead; he tugged at Chen Nan nonstop, but with his asly strength, how could he possibly pull up Chen Nan, who was deliberately refusing to move?
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Zhang San, co on, let’s go—don’t act tough!"
He whispered into Chen Nan’s ear, "She’s the Young Master of Divine Phoenix City, we can’t afford to offend her. Let’s just change spots."
Chen Nan still didn’t move, firmly seated where he was.
The Cultivators standing behind Feng Qingcheng imdiately grew displeased. One of them stepped forward, pointed at Chen Nan, and shouted, "You see our Young Master and still don’t hurry up and scram? Looks to like you’re refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
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