Lu Ming snapped his eyes open, thoroughly satisfied with this cultivation session.
It was much faster than his usual pace.
“Thank you, seniors!”
Lu Ming expressed his gratitude to the Sword Lunatic and the Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect, who were both squatting on the ground nearby with their hands tucked into their sleeves.
After all, these two seniors had been willing to set aside their status to hide in a secluded spot and cultivate alongside him.
“Young Master Lu, you’re far too polite! If not for you, we would have all died on that golden mountain,” the Sword Lunatic said as he stood up.
“Exactly. I don’t know who this old fellow learned it from, but he’s willing to do any kind of business now. He wants money more than his own life...” the Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect remarked, standing up and brushing melon seed shells off his clothes.
Hearing this, the Sword Lunatic couldn't help but look toward Lu Ming.
Lu Ming’s expression turned awkward. What was this about?
He hadn't actively taught them anything, had he? They were self-taught...
Thinking of the little notebooks Ji Chen and the others carried, Lu Ming felt a headache coming on. He really didn't want to know what they had written in there.
“You old geezer, why are you looking at the Saint? You’re not trying to say you learned those shady tactics from him, are you?” the Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect teased, looking at the Sword Lunatic.
“Well... actually, yes...” the Sword Lunatic muttered.
“What...?”
The Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect turned to Lu Ming with a look of pure shock.
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll tarnish your reputation?”
With a face full of dark lines, Lu Ming explained, “It’s all a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding... It has nothing to do with me, really!”
The Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect looked at Lu Ming with clear suspicion.
Lu Ming quickly changed the subject.
“Why does that blade look so mismatched now?”
“It seems the energy was insufficient, so the advancement stopped!” the Sword Lunatic muttered, looking up at Ye Fan on the mountain peak.
“Oh... that’s a pity. Why didn't they prepare more...?” Lu Ming said with some regret.
“What should we do? Are we going to snatch it?” the Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect asked, looking at the battlefield on the golden mountain.
The Sword Lunatic also looked at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming watched the people from the three major forces of the Tiansheng Sect tearing each other apart, his brow furrowing slightly.
To be honest, he wasn't interested in that blade.
He couldn't explain why, but he actually felt a slight sense of revulsion toward it.
Of course, if there was an opportunity to get it, he wouldn't refuse. It could be traded for quite a lot of spirit stones, after all. But he wasn't willing to let his people risk their lives to seize it.
Right now, his only goal was to bring these people back to the Eastern Province and the Qingshan Sect safely.
Sigh! He wondered if the Grand Elder and the others had found the Qingshan Sect yet.
“Saint?”
Seeing Lu Ming lost in thought, the Sword Lunatic couldn't help but call out to him.
“We won't snatch it. We'll just watch the show...” Lu Ming stated directly.
Even if they wanted to take the treasure, there were other ways to go about it...
Seizing treasures didn't just involve fighting and killing.
One could also steal, deceive, or trap others!
By now, the struggle on the golden mountain had reached a fever pitch.
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor kicked the Tianqi Ancestor away and turned to charge toward the immortal treasure blade.
Boom!
At that moment, the Yunhua Ancestor threw out an attack talisman toward him.
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor quickly activated a protection magical artifact.
Meanwhile, the Tianqi Ancestor scrambled back up and charged toward Ye Fan again.
Subsequently, the Yunhua Ancestor and the Tianqi Ancestor teamed up once more.
After blocking the attack, the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor’s eyes flickered. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
He looked as if he were on the verge of death and could no longer fight.
However, at the critical moment when the Tianqi Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor were locked in combat, the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor, who had been faking his injury, suddenly bolted upright and lunged for Ye Fan.
“You old dog, how dare you...”
“Despicable!”
The Tianqi Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor couldn't help but roar in fury.
This man had no shame at all, actually feigning a heavy injury.
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor was overjoyed as he reached for the blade. Once he had the immortal treasure blade in his hand, these guys would be nothing but insects...
He would cut them down in a single strike!
Boom!
But just as the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor was about to grasp Ye Fan, a dark figure suddenly appeared and sent him flying with a single palm strike.
“Get lost. Don’t you dare defile my precious blade.”
Pfft!
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor spat out blood, his face filled with horror. He hadn't expected someone to be hiding in the shadows.
The Tianqi Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor were equally shocked.
“Who are you? Why can you fly...?”
They were all under a flight restriction, after all.
Lu Ming and the others, who had been watching from the foot of the mountain, were also stunned. They hadn't expected another player to appear.
The man was middle-aged and dressed in black. His expression was cold and stern, his eyes narrow and deep, with a sharp, piercing gaze.
Who was this?
At that moment, Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat. This person had to be the blade-nurturer behind the scenes!
A Half-Immortal powerhouse... If this man wanted to kill that damned mortal, it would be as easy as flipping a hand.
At the same time, he was somewhat confused as to why this person hadn't ascended yet. If he had, he would be a true immortal!
“Seniors, do you know who this person is?” Lu Ming asked, looking at the black-clothed man hovering in mid-air.
“Never heard of him!”
“Never seen him!”
The Sword Lunatic and the Great Ancestor of the Danji Sect both shook their heads repeatedly.
Lu Ming frowned. He hadn't expected that even these two wouldn't recognize the man.
Judging by the fact that the man could fly, his strength was definitely formidable!
“Hmph... A bunch of ants. You aren't worthy of knowing who I am...” the black-clothed man’s arrogant voice rang out.
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the others were stunned. They hadn't expected anyone to be this arrogant, actually calling them ants.
After all, they were among the top powerhouses of the Central Province!
“You seek death!” the black-clothed man suddenly roared.
While he was speaking, a woman in green had suddenly appeared. Her fair, jade-like hand reached directly for Ye Fan.
Seeing this, the black-clothed man in the air threw a punch.
Boom!
Forces collided, and the very space itself trembled.
The green-robed woman also threw a punch to counter him. Because of this, her hand reaching for Ye Fan was forced to stop.
“Hmph... Someone from the Ancient Demon Clan actually dares to try and snatch my immortal treasure...” the black-clothed man cold-snorted.
As soon as he spoke, everyone’s eyes widened.
The Ancient Demon Clan?
Did that mean this black-clothed man was also from a hidden ancient power?
Sure enough, just as the thought occurred to them, a cold smile appeared on the green-robed woman’s beautiful face.
“Is your name written on this blade? Baili Mo of the Ancient God Clan.”
“You!”
Baili Mo was enraged. He suddenly summoned a long black saber and initiated the attack.
As he swung the blade, the light of the strike illuminated the void.
Boom!
A green longsword appeared in the woman’s hand, and she slashed forward fiercely.
Saber and sword collided, causing black and green light to clash violently. The space for thousands of feet around them collapsed inward with the two at the center.
At this time, because the golden mountain was crumbling, the array was destroyed.
Ye Fan was finally freed. But just as he was attempting to control his body to escape—
Boom!
A man with an exceptionally burly build and disheveled hair stepped out of the void. His massive, fan-like hand reached out to grab Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was startled. Another Half-Immortal.
Why were there so many people on this Xuantian Continent who refused to ascend?
However, this man could also kill Lu Ming...
But before the burly man could seize him—
“Amitabha...”
A Buddhist chant echoed from the western sky. A thin, white-browed old monk dressed in monastic robes appeared and blocked the burly man.
As a result, Ye Fan fell to the ground with a loud thud.
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