A narrow line of sky was wedged between the cliffs.
The entrance to the Ancient Battlefield was right here.
As the two approached, Ji Yuan spread out his Divine Sense. But before he could finish his reconnaissance, two n flew up in front of the cliff.
One on the left and one on the right, both Foundation Establishnt Cultivators.
"I wonder, fellow Daoists..."
Wang Cultivator cupped his hands in greeting, but before he could finish speaking, the two interrupted him, "The Ancient Battlefield is closed to entry and exit. If there’s nothing else, leave quickly."
"No."
Wang Cultivator’s face changed instantly, "Fellow Daoists, I belong to the Ancient Battlefield. How can you not let go ho?"
"Moreover, the Ancient Battlefield has always been an open place, even Corpse Transporting Mountain hasn’t claid it. Who are you? Are you stronger than Corpse Transporting Mountain in their territory?"
Though Wang Cultivator might look simple-minded, he had lived for over a hundred years and was adept at putting labels on people.
"What’s the noise about? Didn’t we say no entry? Keep pushing and you’ll crap yourself."
The short man on the right seed to have a fiery temper.
Ji Yuan stood behind Wang Cultivator, saying nothing.
In such situations, one person speaking was enough.
He also stopped releasing his Divine Sense but squinted to observe the entrance of the Ancient Battlefield, where figures were flashing, and there were Foundation Establishnt Cultivators who hadn’t erged yet.
After waiting a few breaths, another figure walked out from the entrance of the Ancient Battlefield.
With just one glance, Ji Yuan’s eyes shifted slightly.
He saw an old acquaintance!
Wang Cultivator had traveled from dicine King Valley, wanting to attend his father-in-law’s funeral, only to be blocked at his doorstep. Of course, he was unwilling to accept this.
Seeing he was about to argue further, Ji Yuan held him back and turned to smile apologetically at the two Foundation Establishnt Cultivators:
"Sorry to bother you. We won’t be entering the Ancient Battlefield."
Wang Cultivator, interrupted by Ji Yuan, cald down and thought for a mont, then asked, "When can we enter?"
"When you can enter, you’ll naturally be let in."
The impatient man waved his hand dismissively.
Wang Cultivator’s face showed a range of emotions, but in the end, he followed Ji Yuan away.
"Let’s first settle at Yao Feng Inn and gather so information." Ji Yuan transmitted to him.
Wang Cultivator took a deep breath, "Alright, Brother Qiu, don’t worry. I have a couple of old friends at Yao Feng Inn. I’ll ask them."
"Damn, who would dare occupy the Ancient Battlefield? Could it be those from Corpse Transporting Mountain, disguising as loose cultivators and causing chaos like the Yunlin Mountains?"
Wang Cultivator cursed.
Ji Yuan did not respond, for he might already know who had taken over the Ancient Battlefield...
As the two of them left, another cultivator on a Flying Boat approached the two n at the entrance, "What’s going on?"
"Soone else wants to enter the Ancient Battlefield. One even claid to be from inside. But without the young master’s orders, no one goes in."
The man beside asked, "Brother Hu, did the young master say how long we’re stationed here? There’s not even a charming Female Cultivator. It’s unbearably dull."
"Soon, soon."
"..."
After Ji Yuan and Wang Cultivator arrived at Yao Feng Inn, they found a courtyard to stay.
Due to the presence of outsiders, Ji Yuan only stuck a few Talismans on the courtyard wall and did not use an Array.
Ji Yuan was not in a hurry, so he took his ti, planning to cultivate for a while until those people left. But Wang Cultivator couldn’t sit still. As soon as they found a place, he rushed out to gather information from friends before even sitting down.
With Wang Cultivator handling it, Ji Yuan was at ease.
Otherwise, it would have been a troubleso task for him to gather information.
He ditated in the courtyard to restore his energy, consuming two Tri-colored Spirit Eggs to refine the Spiritual Qi he had absorbed during this ti.
He waited for about half a day.
Wang Cultivator returned under the night sky.
"Brother Qiu, this is tricky." Wang Cultivator’s face was grim.
"What do you an?"
Ji Yuan asked curiously.
"It seems we can’t enter anyti soon. This group ca here three months ago and occupied the Ancient Battlefield, saying their young master needs to cultivate there undisturbed.
No one can interfere.
Moreover, there are many Foundation Establishnt Cultivators in their group. My friend said he saw no fewer than seven or eight Foundation Establishnt Cultivators."
"And each of them is ruthless. Last month, a Foundation Establishnt Loose Cultivator from the Spirit Control Sect, already in Late-stage Foundation Establishnt, tried to enter for cultivation. When stopped, he protested, spoke a few words too many, and in the end..."
Wang Cultivator paused slightly in his speech.
"What happened in the end?"
"In the end, he did enter, but only after those Foundation Establishnt Cultivators killed him and threw him in." Wang Cultivator clenched his fists, seething with anger:
"This is obviously Demon Cultivators!"
Ji Yuan remained silent.
Because Wang Cultivator was right, they were indeed Demon Cultivators.
The old acquaintance Ji Yuan had just seen at the entrance of the Ancient Battlefield was the Demon Cultivator nad Hu Li, whom he’d fought outside Lishui City and who escaped using the Talisman Treasure escape shuttle.
Ji Yuan didn’t expect that after Hu Li escaped, he would end up in Corpse Transporting Mountain territory again.
And coincidentally, they t once more.
’Counting this, it’s the third ti we’ve t. It seems I am fated with this Brother Hu Li.’ Ji Yuan was already pondering whether he could use his connection with Hu Li to enter the Ancient Battlefield.
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