At Lord Daoist Xuanyin's Nascent Soul Ceremony, this woman was still in the late stage of the Foundation Building realm. After Master Song Feng appeared, she inexplicably disappeared. Mo Tiange didn't know what technique she used.
Mo Tiange didn't expect to see her again more than fifty years later, and she had also advanced to the Core Formation realm.
This wasn't strange. At that time, this woman was already in the late stage of the Foundation Building realm. If she was really Master Song Feng's disciple or grand-disciple, it was normal for her to advance to the early stage of the Core Formation realm in fifty years.
Mo Tiange herself was only in the middle stage of the Foundation Building realm at that time, but now she had also advanced to the Core Formation realm.
She roughly told Jing Xingzhi what happened. Jing Xingzhi paused but didn't say anything.
Although he liked beauties, his heart was ruthless. In comparison, he was even more ruthless than Qin Xi. At least, if Qin Xi promised to take someone with him, he wouldn't talk nonsense. Jing Xingzhi, on the other hand, kept fawning on her along the way but never truly regarded her as a partner.
However, this woman was a Core Formation cultivator after all. In this situation, one more person was always good. Mo Tiange didn't know what decision Jing Xingzhi would make.
Mo Tiange turned to look at the woman and found that her martial arts skills were much better than they were fifty years ago.
Martial cultivators were the same as sword cultivators; they had to surpass ordinary cultivators in fights of magical power. The higher the cultivation level, the more terrifying this advantage was.
Although this woman was only in the early stage of the Core Formation realm, judging from the power of her attacks, she wasn't weaker than ordinary middle stage Core Formation cultivators, maybe even stronger.
Mo Tiange's heart was also in turmoil.
If she joined hands with this woman, she'd be a good help, but if she turned against her … in this fog, there were really dangers everywhere.
After a while, Jing Xingzhi finally said via voice transmission, "If we can join hands with her, then let's do it."
Mo Tiange nodded. In any case, she chose to believe Jing Xingzhi at this time.
"Miss!"
Jing Xingzhi said loudly, "I'm a cultivator from Gujian Sect. May I ask if you're Master Song Feng's disciple?"
As soon as he said that, the black-clothed figure paused, turned around, and glanced at the two of them warily.
Jing Xingzhi smiled and said to her, "Miss, don't worry. We don't have any bad intentions.
This fog is really strange. You and I are trapped here, so are you willing to join hands? "
The woman stared at them for a while, but didn't say anything.
Jing Xingzhi continued, "There are dangers everywhere on Demonic Mountain. Although Miss is skilled and bold, you're riding alone in the end. Having an extra helper also means having an extra escape route."
When he said that, Jing Xingzhi's expression was very sincere. The woman looked at him then at Mo Tiange, who was resisting the Gold Wire Rats' attacks behind him. Her vigilant expression slowly softened. Before she opened her mouth, she said in a low, hoarse voice, "What if we join hands?"
Hearing this, Jing Xingzhi smiled and said, "Naturally, we'll join hands to protect ourselves and find a way out."
"Looking for a way out?"
The woman's lips curled into a smile, but it looked like she was mocking them. "Have you found a way out?"
"No." Jing Xingzhi said frankly, "However, the three of us are safer than one."
Mo Tiange had to admit that when Jing Xingzhi's expression was serious, he was indeed a bit charming. Under his gaze, this woman gradually became less callous.
She said, "How can I trust you?"
Jing Xingzhi said with a smile, "What's the benefit of killing you in this fog?
Besides, since you can reach Immortal's Ruins, you must have extraordinary skills. Even if you fall out with us, you must have a way to escape, right? "
After he said that, the woman was lost in thought.
In a flash, a group of Gold Wire Rats in front of her suddenly attacked. With a flash of sword light, Jing Xingzhi's flying sword was like a waterfall. Wherever the sword light went, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The group of Gold Wire Rats died on the spot.
After the death of this group of Gold Wire Rats, the other Gold Wire Rats that besieged them also attacked. The three of them didn't dare to neglect and immediately worked together to kill these violent demonic beasts.
Originally, Jing Xingzhi and Mo Tiange didn't have enough lethality because Mo Tiange didn't have a suitable magic weapon. However, this woman was a martial cultivator, so she killed demonic beasts much faster than ordinary cultivators. With the three of them working together, the number of Gold Wire Rats gradually decreased.
More than an hour later, all the Gold Wire Rats were finally killed.
The three of them working together to kill the demonic beasts was, in fact, an alliance.
After killing, the three of them were so tired that Mo Tiange couldn't even stand steadily. Xiaohuo simply lay down and stuck out his tongue.
The three of them sat on the ground in different postures, gasping for breath. After a while, they finally got their breath.
Jing Xingzhi smiled at the woman and said, "Miss, may I know your name?"
A hint of hesitation flashed in the woman's eyes and she answered, "Nie Wushang."
Jing Xingzhi was stunned. "Wushang?
Charming Wushang?
Nichang Wushang? "
"No." Her expression was cold and emotionless. "It's called Nothing, and it's called Wushang."
"…" Jing Xingzhi had never heard such a name in his life, so he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Wushang … this really didn't sound like a woman's name.
After a long time, he could only praise, "What a special name."
The woman who called herself Nie Wushang showed a mocking smile on her face and didn't answer.
"I'm Jing Xingzhi."
Upon hearing Jing Xingzhi's self-introduction, Nie Wushang just nodded then turned to Mo Tiange and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, long time no see. Do you still remember me?"
Mo Tiange nodded. She was neither affectionate nor distant, and she replied with the same indifference, "Of course I remember. Unfortunately, I didn't know Fellow Daoist's name until today."
Cultivators always had good memories, so it wasn't surprising that they remembered each other.
However, Mo Tiange still had doubts in her heart. Back then, this woman was no different from ordinary cultivators, but today, she had been using ventriloquism and her voice was also quite strange. From beginning to end, she hadn't opened her mouth to speak. Could it be that something had changed in the past fifty years?
However, they originally didn't have any friendship; they could even be said to be enemies. Mo Tiange only thought about it in her heart and didn't ask.
After a few simple words, the three of them staggered to recover their spiritual aura.
After a while, Jing Xingzhi finished meditating and asked Nie Wushang, "Miss Nie, how long have you been here? Do you have any clues about how to get out?"
Nie Wushang answered, "About a day. My divine sense is useless here, and I've lost all sense of direction. I haven't been able to find a way out."
Her situation was similar to theirs.
Jing Xingzhi turned to look at Mo Tiange and said, "We're the same. However, along the way, Fellow Daoist Qingwei left a formation imprint. I wonder if you've noticed it?"
"Were you the ones who drew that Eight Trigrams formation?" Nie Wushang frowned.
Mo Tiange answered, "Yes.
In that case, Fellow Daoist Nie has encountered it along the way? "
Nie Wushang nodded. "I've encountered it a few times … Unfortunately, I'm not very proficient in formations, so I don't know how to point to it."
"A few times?
We've been following the directions of the Eight Trigrams formation. If Fellow Daoist has encountered it several times, it means Fellow Daoist has gone around several times. "
"… I see."
Nie Wushang was stunned. She then asked in a low voice, "So, Fellow Daoists still have a way to get out?"
Mo Tiange's expression was indifferent. "I'm not sure about that.
Nobody knows how big this fog is, and we don't know whether our direction is correct. In this fog, even our divine senses can make mistakes, and formation diagrams aren't completely reliable. "
What she said wasn't false.
Formation diagrams could only point to the direction, but they couldn't point to the correct path. Moreover, since this fog could affect divine senses, could it also affect other judgments?
They didn't know.
The three of them were silent for a while. Jing Xingzhi said, "Young Misses, have you recovered your spiritual aura?"
"I've recovered." With a small circulation inside her body, Mo Tiange recovered her spiritual aura very quickly.
Nie Wushang also nodded.
Jing Xingzhi said, "Then, what do you think about the rest of our journey?"
Mo Tiange didn't answer immediately. She turned to look at Nie Wushang. Nie Wushang lowered her head and also didn't answer.
After a moment of silence, Jing Xingzhi said, "Ladies, this is related to our lives. If you have something to say, you'd better say it now." Right now, he didn't have a smile on his face. Instead, he looked at them seriously.
"… I have nothing to say."
Mo Tiange was the first to speak. She said faintly, "To be frank, my strength is inferior to yours. I only know a little about formations, that's all. Using formation diagrams to point out the direction is the only way I can think of."
Jing Xingzhi and Nie Wushang didn't answer.
After a moment of silence, Nie Wushang's low and hoarse voice rang out. "Fellow Daoist, you have this fifth rank spiritual beast, so your strength isn't weak. You're being too modest."
Mo Tiange smiled. "I'm just speaking the truth. Spiritual beasts are too weak compared to cultivators."
"But Fellow Daoist's magic weapon is also extraordinary."
Nie Wushang raised her eyebrows and smiled. Her smile didn't seem to be a simple one. The previous few times, it was always filled with ridicule, but this time, it had a different meaning.
Mo Tiange pretended she didn't see anything and smiled slightly. "Fellow Daoist Nie, you flatter me."
Nie Wushang continued, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I heard your master and senior martial brother both came to Demonic Mountain?
But why are you alone? "
Mo Tiange glanced at her then said flatly, "They have another purpose."
"Is that so?"
Nie Wushang smiled again. This time, her smile finally had a charming feeling, but it seemed a bit gloomy. "Fellow Daoist Mo … You can't contact them, right?"
Mo Tiange didn't move, but Jing Xingzhi's sword was unsheathed with a swish. The sword light approached Nie Wushang.
Nie Wushang, however, didn't move. She raised her head and smiled at Jing Xingzhi. "Fellow Daoist Jing, what are you doing?
You have nothing to do with Xuanqing School, right? "
Jing Xingzhi's gaze was as cold as ice. He said coldly, "I have even less to do with Master Song Feng!"
"Heh!"
Nie Wushang still ignored the motionless flying sword hovering in front of her. She said, "I heard Fellow Daoist Mo already has a Daoist name now. When I first met you several decades ago, I really didn't expect this day would come so quickly. Fellow Daoist is worthy of being Lord Daoist Jinghe's brilliant disciple."
Mo Tiange sat still and replied, "Fellow Daoist Nie, you flatter me."
"To be honest," Nie Wushang stared at Mo Tiange, her expression gradually turning cold, "I'm not jealous of Fellow Daoist Mo's talent, but I'm extremely jealous of Fellow Daoist Mo's experiences."
"…"
"A disciple of a famous school, a Nascent Soul master, and he loves his disciple as much as his own life … Fellow Daoist's life is really good …" By the end of her speech, Nie Wushang was no longer looking at Mo Tiange. Instead, she was smiling a bit absent-mindedly.
Jing Xingzhi's expression changed. The sword light flashed and he withdrew. "Fellow Daoist Nie, what do you mean by saying all this?"