Mo Fuyang extended a finger, summoning a formation disk from his storage ring. The disk humd to life, its surface glowing as a voice emanated from within:
“Xuanwei Heavens, Southern Yu Continent, ngmu Sea Domain…”
“The Wanxian Sect and Absolute Immortal Cliff have clashed again, this ti over a dium-grade spirit stone mine on an island. Despite fierce battles, no resolution has been reached. Late-stage Void Refinent experts have intervened, with both sides refusing to yield.”
“The conflict has even drawn the Eight Veined Flood Dragon Clan, who have sternly declared that such wars should not occur in ngmu Sea Domain. They proposed a peaceful resolution and offered to diate by jointly dividing the mine among the three factions.”
“This proposal has sparked heated debates among various forces, with Void Refinent cultivators personally stepping into the fray, creating waves that are shaking the region to its core.”
Hiss!
Mo Fuyang sucked in a sharp breath. “Void Refinent cultivators? Personally involved? That mine must hold unfathomable reserves… It’s not as simple as it seems.”
The formation disk continued:
“At the Profound Cave Dao Institute, True Lord An Chong’s ten-thousand-year birthday celebration has begun. Myriads of immortals and representatives from all major forces have gathered. On a grand thousand-zhang platform constructed over the ocean, the event is awe-inspiring.”
“The Xuanzhou rchant Association presented a hundred fifth-tier high-grade cave heavens as gifts, pledging eternal alliance with the institute and wishing it everlasting prosperity.”
At this, Mo Fuyang’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly shut off the formation disk.
Fifth-tier high-grade cave heavens?! Portable and adaptable, such treasures could serve as inheritances. Many unclaid secret realms were said to have evolved from cave heavens.
“If only I could acquire a fifth-tier low-grade cave heaven,” he muttered, his voice tinged with longing. “I might just reach Deity Transformation effortlessly.”
But An Chong’s ten-thousand-year lifespan was incomprehensible to him, far beyond his grasp. He simply knew that the Cave Profound Dao Institute was a hub for unparalleled celestial talents—a place where monsters of the immortal path congregated.
“Such things are worlds away from soone like ,” he sighed, resigning himself to envy. For now, listening and dreaming would suffice.
The wind shifted. Mo Fuyang’s heart skipped a beat. Rising from his seat, cold sweat trickled down his back as his gaze darted to the four figures surrounding him—each performing hand seals.
In an instant, a massive black ox activated an array, transforming the surroundings into an entirely different landscape. Mo Fuyang could still see beyond the formation, but he was certain no one outside could see in.
A young girl waved her hand, and a spatial barrier descended over the formation, sealing it completely.
A red, dog-like creature slamd a paw onto the ground, releasing fiery divine sense that engulfed the area. Even the soil fell under its control.
At the forefront stood a man in white robes, smiling warmly. But hanging from his waist were three gleaming Mountain Splitting Axes, polished to a sinister shine.
Mo Fuyang felt his legs give way, his teeth chattering. This level of coordination… they’re professionals!
He muttered to himself, “This has to be… a band of celestial bandits…”
“Friend, we an no harm,” Chen Xun said, his tone calm and reassuring.
“Bandits… celestial pirates from the void…” Mo Fuyang stamred, recalling rumors he’d heard from the formation disk. His back was drenched in cold sweat. “Please spare ! I’m just a treasure seeker!”
Celestial pirates—untraceable, ruthless, enemies of all clans. And this place, the edge of the great world, was the perfect hunting ground for such legends.
“Friend, we are no such thing. We only wish to speak,” Chen Xun assured him.
But Mo Fuyang was beyond reason. “Spare ! I’m a five-elent mixed root cultivator with no assets! Not even fit to be sold as a spirit slave!”
Chen Xun chuckled darkly, his smile turning frosty. One of his axes spun into his hand, and a bandit’s cloak materialized around him. “It seems I’ll have to resu my old profession… unless you’re ready to talk.”
“Senior!” Mo Fuyang fell to his knees. “I’ll answer anything! Anything you wish to know!”
Sister Crane giggled, amused by her elder brother’s theatrics. Brother Ox crouched beside Chen Xun, his massive head tilting curiously at Mo Fuyang. Xiao Chi lingered nacingly behind, his sly grin sending shivers down the man’s spine.
“That’s better,” Chen Xun said, discarding the bandit garb. Clad in his white robes once more, he exuded an air of refined elegance. “What’s your na, friend? And where do you hail from?”
“M-Mo Fuyang,” the man stamred. “I’m just an unaffiliated treasure seeker.”
“Sit.”
“I… Senior, I dare not…”
“Moo?!”
Brother Ox’s snort sent Mo Fuyang scrambling to the ground with a loud thud. “I’m sitting! I’m sitting!”
Chen Xun chuckled. “Good. Now, we only have a few questions. In exchange, you may have these.”
He produced several thousand-year-old spirit herbs from his storage ring. Mo Fuyang accepted them hesitantly, his eyes widening as recognition dawned.
“Senior… this is Cleansing Dust Grass?”
“Ah, so that’s its na,” Chen Xun mused. “Picked it myself. Valuable, I presu?”
“Senior, these herbs… and those… Gray Ancient Grass, White Essence Flower, Azure Demon Grass…” Mo Fuyang listed them all, his voice trembling.
“Well, friend,” Chen Xun said, his interest piqued. “Do ancient spirit trees grow frequently in this forest?”
Mo Fuyang hesitated, then nodded cautiously. “Yes… Senior, if I may ask… is it true you’ve seen thousand-year-old spirit trees?”
Chen Xun’s eyes glimred. “Indeed. What’s their value? I dabble in crafting and was considering using the wood for a treasure ship. Must be sturdy enough, right?”
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