Chapter 113 – Untitled
Situ Nan told him that during the Soul Transformation stage, the Nascent Soul changes and becomes larger. However, the body doesn’t grow at all, and the Nascent Soul only grows this size when it’s outside the body.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a gourd, took a deep gulp, and began to run toward the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. The reason he was doing this here was because Situ Nan had once told Wang Lin that doing this would help him recover.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, the deadline for entering the foreign battlefield was almost upon us. Many cultivators had arrived outside Jue Ming Valley several months ago. They had all found the best location to guard the only exit from Jue Ming Valley.
As more and more cultivators arrived, the area outside Ju Ming Valley became increasingly crowded. Naturally, if anyone had a grudge, they would start a big fight.
Because the foreign battlefield opened every 100 years, the area within a 1,000-kilometer radius of Ju Ming Valley had been prepared with buildings. It must be said that the opening of the foreign battlefield gathered all the top cultivators in Zhao.
When the time came for the foreign battlefield to open, these buildings became the largest marketplace in Zhao. All the cultivators in Zhao gathered in these buildings, creating a very lively atmosphere.
Many rare magic materials and treasures appeared here.
On this day, countless cultivators gathered outside Jue Ming Valley. There were cultivators from various sects in Zhao.
Aside from the very large sects, which had their own territories, everyone else gathered in groups. The remaining people came from very small families, sects, or were independent cultivators.
These small families, sects, and independent cultivators have no right to enter the foreign battlefield. They come in hopes of gaining something. Every time the foreign battlefield opens, a large amount of spiritual energy leaks out. Absorbing even a small amount of that spiritual energy is equivalent to weeks of cultivation.
Seeing that Jue Ming Valley was about to open, everyone looked for a place to wait for the opening.
That afternoon, the sky was blue and the sun shone high in the sky. The temperature was slowly rising.
The weather was extremely hot, but none of the cultivators outside cared as their attention was focused on the exit of Jue Ming Valley.
Experienced cultivators all know that Jue Ming Valley will open right at noon.
If one were to view Jue Ming Valley from the sky, they would find it shaped like a gourd. The mouth of the gourd is the only entrance. On each side of the entrance are two very tall mountains, and at the entrance is an octagonal formation.
The formation suddenly started to glow.
Not far from the entrance, Nascent Soul cultivators from the demonic sects were gathered. Among them was the slender figure of Teng Huayuan.
His eyes were filled with excitement and killing intent as he stared at the formation at the entrance.
The formation became brighter, then eight people slowly walked out.
Teng Huayuan’s eyes filled with disappointment as his right hand took out a flag. He squeezed the flag and one of the souls on it disappeared.
Seeing the eight people walk out, the Jue Ming Sect cultivators started pointing and talking.
“They’re out. Look, they’re out. Usually, the first ones to come out are those who lost their tokens. I wonder which sect it is.”
“What is this? Why are there so many people? Usually, the first sect to appear has the fewest people.”
“They came out. I saw Zhou You. They are disciples of the Piao Miao Sect.”
“The Piao Miao lost their token last time, and now they’ve lost it again. It seems one of the largest orthodox sects isn’t so great after all. If my Fu Tian Sect were to join, we might be even stronger.”
“Brother Zhang, the strongest person in your sect is only at the early Core Formation stage. The Piao Miao Sect could send any ancestor, and they would annihilate your sect. If you ask me, the Piao Miao Sect failed because the demon sect followers were too strong.”
Among the top eight sects, aside from the Jie Mie Sect, whose Nascent Soul cultivator had died, which made them lose the right to participate, all the Nascent Soul ancestors of the remaining seven sects were present.
At this moment, the face of the Piao Miao sect leader, Xin Hai, was dark as he silently stared at the entrance.
Eight members of the Piao Miao Sect walked out with strange expressions on their faces. Seeing everyone outside the valley and hearing their chatter, their faces turned red as they walked with their heads lowered towards Xin Hai.
Xin Hai tried his best to suppress his anger. He had expended countless resources to gain the right to enter the foreign battlefield. He had sent a total of 25 disciples. Three were in the late Foundation Establishment stage and eight were in the middle Foundation Establishment stage. Although the remaining disciples were all in the early Foundation Establishment stage, he had distributed many magical treasures. He was determined to escape this time no matter what, but looking at it now, only eight of the 25 survived.
While Xin Hai was looking at the eight disciples, the ancestor of the Yuan Tian Sect, Shangguan Yun, was nearby and laughed at him. He said, “Brother Xin, it doesn’t matter if you lose the battle to enter the foreign battlefield. Clearing the foreign battlefield is quite dangerous. Usually, only one in ten disciples emerges alive. Now you don’t have to worry about your disciples anymore. It’s only 100 years until the next one.”
Xin Hai sneered, “Brother Shangguan, there’s no need to be sarcastic here. Since I lost the bet, I won’t go back on our agreement.” After that, he looked at the eight disciples and asked grimly, “Your eldest apprentice-brother died?”
One of them knelt on the ground and whispered, “They are all dead… all the other disciples are dead.”
Seven other people knelt on the ground, their faces filled with fear.
Shangguan Yun sneered in his heart, but on his face he showed pity as he shook his head silently.
Xin Hai’s face turned grim as he said, “So many people died. Great! Which sect killed them?”
The first disciple kneeling on the ground hesitated. Xin Hai waved his hand, and a barrier surrounded the Piao Miao Sect disciples. Shangguan Yun raised his head and sneered in his heart.
After blocking the other person’s divine sense, Xin Hai signaled for the disciple to speak, and the disciple quickly spilled everything. After Xin Hai finished listening, he was shocked, and his eyes turned cold. After a moment, he snorted coldly and said, “You guys stay behind me. I have to see who he really is.” After that, he waved his hand, and the barrier disappeared.
Shangguan Yun who was at the side said, “Why isn’t fellow cultivator Xu Mei here?”