The fight of dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators soon caused the whole mountain to collapse. This secret storehouse hidden in the West Mountain Range was finally exposed to the sun after tens of thousands of years.
As soon as they saw the sun, the ghost cultivators turned pale with fright and hurriedly retreated to the Ghost City.
The human cultivators seized the opportunity and finally alerted the master of the Ghost City, the Ghost Venerable.
This Ghost Venerable was already at the peak of the late Nascent Soul realm, only a step away from the Deification realm.
Because ghost cultivators had no bodies, it was difficult for them to resist the power of heaven and earth. Once they advanced to the Deification realm, they would face a great tribulation, so they didn't dare to do so.
Even under the sun, the three late Nascent Soul cultivators and the Ghost Venerable only fought to a draw. In the end, the two sides shook hands and sat down to negotiate.
These things had nothing to do with Mo Tiange and Qin Xi. With the elders here, they couldn't make decisions.
They just sat leisurely on a relatively intact mountain, waiting for the result of the negotiation.
In this war, Fengsha City and the mountain range connected to it were almost razed to the ground, causing the Xirong people not far from Fengsha City to shout that gods had descended.
Looking at these Xirong people, Mo Tiange had a strange feeling. Thinking about it carefully, the legend of the Xirong people was quite close to the truth.
They said Fengsha City was a city of devils, but in the end, there really was a Ghost City hidden under Fengsha City.
They said gods had descended. Weren't they, the cultivators, the gods in the eyes of the Xirong people?
Jing Xingzhi flew out of the sacrificial temple with a happy face. The mountain collapsed, and the sacrificial temple was exposed.
"Qin Shoujing, Mo Qingwei." He shouted from a distance, causing a lot of people to look at him.
Nie Wushang curled her lips. He was really a very practical guy. He called whoever was good for him.
Look, the three of them were sitting together, but this guy simply ignored her.
The sword light fell on the mountain where they were. Jing Xingzhi put away his flying sword and smiled like peach blossoms flying everywhere.
"You subdued it?" Mo Tiange asked.
Jing Xingzhi nodded. He couldn't control the smile on his face. "Haha, I've finally gotten lucky this time."
Nie Wushang said indifferently, "You've put good luck on your face. Do you want others to steal it?
There are many jealous people here. "
"…" Jing Xingzhi stopped smiling. Unfortunately, he was in a good mood. Even if he didn't smile, he was still beaming with joy.
"Ahem." He put on an act and stopped smiling. He looked at the Nascent Soul cultivators who were resting not far away and said, "If they want to snatch this Daoist's things, it depends on whether they have the ability or not."
It wasn't that he was being arrogant, but it was good enough that he didn't rob ordinary Yuanchu and Yuanzhong cultivators. As for late Yuanchu cultivators, they could still run if they couldn't beat him.
Just as they were chatting, the Night Frost Demon Monarch came over.
Now that the Celestial Pole Demonic Path was at odds with each other, she was a demonic cultivator. If she hadn't reached an agreement with them, she would most likely be surrounded and attacked by them right now.
The Night Frost Demon Monarch was very glad that he had chosen to work with them.
"Fellow Daoists." Fiendlord Nightfrost bowed.
The four of them stood up and bowed in return.
"I'm going back to Yunzhong. Let's meet again if fate allows it."
"Fellow Ye Shuang, are you leaving so soon?"
The Night Frost Demon Lord swept his gaze across the surrounding cultivators and said, "It's inconvenient to stay here. It's best if you leave as soon as possible."
Mo Tiange thought of something and asked, "Fellow Daoist Nightfrost, didn't you come here for something?
If you leave now, wouldn't this trip be in vain? "
The Night Frost Demon Monarch lowered his gaze and said softly, "There's no need."
The four of them understood that he must have taken this thing for Tianxuan.
The atmosphere was awkward, so Mo Tiange said hurriedly, "That being the case, we'll meet again."
The Night Frost Demon Monarch looked up and showed a rare smile. "We'll meet again."
Once he finished speaking, he waved the purple satin, turned into a flight light, and quickly disappeared into the sky.
Soon after the Night Frost Demon Monarch left, Lord Daoist Jinghe came out.
As a late Nascent Soul great cultivator and the representative of Xuanqing School, he naturally participated in the negotiations. Now that he came out, there should be a result.
"Master!" Mo Tiange and Qin Xi shouted.
Jing Xingzhi and Nie Wushang stood up awkwardly and bowed. "Senior Jinghe."
Lord Daoist Jinghe waved his hand and said, "Why are you so polite? Sit down." He then took out the cloud carriage in a carefree manner and cast a spell, turning it into a gazebo.
As expected of a late Nascent Soul cultivator; even his means of enjoyment were more brilliant than theirs.
It could be seen that Nascent Soul cultivators also depended on accumulation. Those who were carefree wherever they went were most likely Nascent Soul cultivators who had been cultivating for a long time. Only then would they have the time to make these things in their spare time.
As for those like them who found a random corner to squat, they were most likely people who hadn't formed their Nascent Soul for a long time or wholeheartedly cultivated.
Although these means of enjoyment weren't important in fighting, if they fought normally, their momentum would be weakened.
Mo Tiange wondered whether she should also make something. Ever since she embarked on the path to immortality, she hadn't stopped cultivating.
Now that she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, cultivation speed wasn't the most important thing. She still had more than a thousand years of lifespan. With her qualifications and resources, reaching the late Nascent Soul realm was only a matter of time. Therefore, the most important thing was accumulation — not only the accumulation of cultivation, but also the accumulation of mental state.
The five of them sat in the gazebo. Qin Xi asked first, "Master, how did your discussion go?"
Lord Daoist Jinghe said, "Since we didn't fight, we naturally reached an agreement."
"What was the result?" The four pairs of eyes stared at Lord Daoist Jinghe.
"We repaired the damaged parts of the Ghost City, and the storehouse and the sacrificial temple will belong to us. Both sides won't invade each other."
"Oh …" This was the best result.
Now that the Celestial Pole was facing enemies on both sides, it really couldn't afford a war. For these ghost cultivators, occupying the resources on the ground was also unnecessary. They were afraid of sunlight, so it was best if they could hide in the Ghost City and cultivate without competing with the rest of the world.
Lord Daoist Jinghe wasn't interested in these things, so he simply glanced at the four people without saying anything.
Mo Tiange and Qin Xi were scared by his gaze, and Nie Wushang and Jing Xingzhi also felt a bit uneasy.
Because of Mo Tiange and Qin Xi's relationship, the two of them naturally regarded Lord Daoist Jinghe as their elder. Now that they saw his expression, they couldn't help but think: Did Lord Daoist Jinghe have a bad opinion of them and didn't want them to associate with them?
Nie Wushang was used to feeling inferior. She was Master Song Feng's disciple, and Master Song Feng was hated by everyone in Kunwu.
As for Jing Xingzhi, he couldn't help but think that he was an abandoned disciple of Gujian Sect, so he really wasn't a good disciple to the sect.
Unexpectedly, Lord Daoist Jinghe didn't even ask them. He just said, "Did you get something good?"
Others might not know, but he knew there were good things in the sacrificial temple. Qin Xi got the Vermilion Bird Bow from the Vermilion Bird Sacrificial Temple, so there was no reason that the White Tiger Sacrificial Temple didn't have anything. The White Tiger's fated chance was useless to ghost cultivators, so it must've been taken by the four of them.
Mo Tiange chuckled. "Master, are you jealous?"
Lord Daoist Jinghe rolled his eyes at her. "Don't show off your fated chance. Otherwise, if I can't control myself one day, I'll snatch all your treasures!"
"Yes, Master, snatching a disciple will cause inner demons."
"Inner demons my ass! I'm already in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so there's nothing to worry about even if I don't advance to the Deification realm …"
Both Nie Wushang and Jing Xingzhi were dumbstruck as they watched the two of them spouting nonsense. Both of them had masters before, so when they faced their masters, they were always respectful and respectful. Unlike them, the master and disciple, who spouted nonsense.
After Jing Xingzhi recovered from his surprise, he thought, "The rumors are indeed true. Lord Daoist Jinghe is very strange; he doesn't look like a Nascent Soul cultivator at all …"
After talking nonsense, Lord Daoist Jinghe looked at Nie Wushang with a smile. "Girl, you're old man Song Feng's disciple, right?
That old guy doesn't look like a person, but he actually taught such a disciple. "
Although he didn't say it explicitly, his tone showed his appreciation for Nie Wushang. Nie Wushang was a bit overwhelmed by the favor. "Senior …"
Lord Daoist Jinghe waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be so nervous. I have a big grudge against your master, and it has nothing to do with you. You're friends with my two brats, so I regard you as a junior."
"Thank you, Senior …" Nie Wushang suppressed the excitement in her heart and answered.
Lord Daoist Jinghe smiled and said, "Since I regard you as a junior, I'll give you a word of advice. Your master made a lot of enemies in Kunwu, so if you don't have anything else to do, you shouldn't stay in the Celestial Pole. Now that the world has changed, you can go anywhere, and Yunzhong is very suitable."
Nie Wushang answered respectfully, "This matter is over, so Junior originally planned to return to Yunzhong."
Lord Daoist Jinghe nodded with a smile then turned to Jing Xingzhi and said with a sigh, "Boy, your fate can be considered full of misfortunes. I knew your master in the past, so I'll give you a word of advice.
Being an individual cultivator is certainly unrestrained, but with a cultivation group as a backer, some things are much more convenient.
Old Daoist Fuling is dead, and you're already a Nascent Soul cultivator, so the obstacles in the past don't exist anymore. "
Jing Xingzhi looked serious, which was rare for him. After listening to Lord Daoist Jinghe's words, he was silent for a moment then respectfully replied, "Thank you for your advice, Senior. Junior will definitely keep it in mind." However, he didn't make his attitude clear.
Lord Daoist Jinghe knew Jing Xingzhi had his own ideas, so he didn't say anything more.
After all, people were different. Although he lived several hundred years longer than these juniors, he couldn't make decisions for them.
"Right." Lord Daoist Jinghe glanced at Nie Wushang and said, "When we came, we happened to run into old man Song Feng here."
"Ah!" Mo Tiange was shocked and asked impatiently, "What was the result?
Master Song Feng, he … "
"He even gave up his body." With Nie Wushang here, Lord Daoist Jinghe put away his complacency and said, "Although we didn't make him stay with so many people, we still heavily injured him. At the very least, he shouldn't think about stirring up trouble in the next hundred years."
Nie Wushang felt both relieved and sad.
Since her master was seriously injured, she didn't have to worry about him chasing after her for a while.
"This thing was left by old man Song Feng. You can play with it." Lord Daoist Jinghe took out a gray bead from his sleeve and threw it to Mo Tiange.
This soul bead was very rare, but it had no specific use and was nothing more than a toy.
At that moment, a sword light flew towards them from not far away, and a handsome young swordsman landed on top of the mountain.
Mo Tiange discovered his cultivation level was in the Late Nascent Soul realm and the flying sword floating above his head, so she knew he was Venerable Swordsman Yuanying of Gujian Sect.
She didn't expect this top Late Nascent Soul sword cultivator to look like a teenager.
Upon seeing him, Lord Daoist Jinghe said lazily, "Old man Yuanying, why are you in the mood to come here?"
Venerable Swordsman Yuanying was famous for being indifferent. She didn't care about anything and rarely interacted with other cultivators.
For him to take the initiative to come here was like the sun rising from the west.
Venerable Swordsman Yuanying glanced at him and said coldly, "It's none of your business." She then walked towards Jing Xingzhi.
Jing Xingzhi hastily stood up. Although he didn't salute, his expression and behavior were very respectful.
Venerable Swordsman Yuanying stared at him for a long time before asking faintly, "Are you willing to return to Gujian Sect?"