The range within which the communication talisman can receive distress signals is extremely limited.
Xiang Sheng took out the Xuanyu token and saw a light spot jumping twenty miles away, and there were no less than ten light spots.
Those who can reach this point are definitely the best among this group of disciples.
They are unaware of their own existence and cannot ask for help from others.
So this distress mark is not a cry for help... but a call for help?
The elite members of Piaoxue Palace were also there. With so many people gathered in one place, they probably discovered a large spirit gathering point.
Xiang Sheng guessed the message behind the communication mark and suddenly became interested. He put away the black jade token, his face changed, and he turned into an ordinary-looking woman and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Twenty miles is too short.
In just a moment, Xiang Sheng arrived at the light spot and saw a raised hill in the distance. Under the hill was a closed bronze door.
The area outside the bronze gate had obviously been cleared, with no trace of snow. However, there were many figures, most of whom were dressed as casual cultivators, but they were clearly divided into four camps.
The third of the four camps is the three major sects.
The Wuji Xianzong has the smallest number of members, only twenty-four, and the team is divided into two major factions based on the two major peaks, and they are wary of each other.
The leaders of both sides were unfamiliar, and most of the disciples of Wangxian Peak were also unfamiliar faces. Only a young cultivator with an indifferent expression looked somewhat familiar.
Xiang Sheng recollected briefly and realized that the young man was Zuo Jing, Jiang Yi's former junior fellow disciple in Fengyue Sect.
When he was living in seclusion in Wanjianmen in his early years, he had rescued him.
There were thirty female cultivators in Piaoxue Palace. The leader was also unfamiliar. She glanced at Xiang Sheng and recognized Bai Miaoyin.
Thirty-three people came from the Wanmai Sword Sect, the leader was Feng Xuan, Li Changting, Ge Jun, Xu Heng and others were among them, but Xiang Jianjue was not seen.
Look at Li Changting's obscure aura, and he seems to be integrated into the world. It is obvious that he has successfully broken through to the God Transformation Stage with the help of the Hunyuan Secret Realm.
The last group is the first-class independent cultivators, which is the largest and most loosely organized camp, and naturally has no leader.
Xiang Sheng's gaze swept across and soon fixed on a thin young man in the crowd.
The young man had an ordinary face and a good disguise, but Xiang Sheng still saw through his true identity at a glance.
Dong Jinghuan.
It's been such a short time since we last met, and his cultivation progress has actually caught up with Jiang Yi and broken through to the Spirit Transformation Stage?
She was surprised, but her eyes did not linger on Dong Jinghuan for long. She floated up and landed steadily at the end of the group of wandering cultivators.
As soon as he appeared, many people in the field immediately looked over at him. Most of them just glanced at Xiang Sheng's face lightly and then looked away immediately. Only one person stared at him unscrupulously for a long time.
Xiang Sheng looked back and saw an old man in a brown and gold robe.
The old man had a mustache, drooping eyebrows, and a pale face without a beard, looking like a piece of tree bark painted white.
Seeing Xiang Sheng looking at him, instead of avoiding his gaze, he showed a sinister smile and licked his white lips, as if he had seen something extremely delicious.
She curled her fingertips and looked away expressionlessly.
The old man was stunned for a moment when he saw her calm reaction, and then the smile on his face became even wider.
interesting.
It's been a while since I encountered such interesting prey.
The old man's interest grew, but he showed no intention of exploding on the spot. Instead, he looked away and said with a sinister laugh, "A day has passed, and you haven't entered yet. Are you afraid?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the leaders of the three major sects all looked over.
The old man looked at the four people with a smile, without backing off.
There was a moment of silence, and Feng Xuan suddenly chuckled, "Senior Sanhun, it seems you've already made up your mind. Why don't you take the initiative? My Ten Thousand Veins Sword Sect will not stand in your way."
Before she finished speaking, the leading female cultivator from Piaoxue Palace laughed and said, "We in Piaoxue Palace will not take action either."
The leader of Shengxian Peak was a young man in purple. His eyes flashed when he heard this, and he praised with a forced smile, "Senior Sanhun Demon Lord is very knowledgeable. He is so anxious today. Could it be that he knows a lot about this place?"
As soon as he spoke, the young leader of Wangxian Peak immediately looked at him with a very cold gaze.
"Young friend from Shengxian Peak, what you said is wrong."
The Soul-scattering Demon Lord looked at the purple-robed youth with a smile, his tone showing no anger at all: "As the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought in danger. Few people can set foot in the core area of the Hunyuan Secret Realm.
Even if you set foot there, your stay will be short. Since ancient times, only one place has been explored clearly.
No one knows how many ancient treasures are among them.
"It's our good fortune that we met one today. If we were timid and didn't dare to enter, wouldn't we be wasting such good fortune?"
After the Demon Lord Sanhun said these words, everyone sneered in their hearts without showing it on the surface.
You speak so righteously, but don't you just want to encourage a few scapegoats to go in and explore the way?
Unfortunately, those who have come this far are not stupid, and no one wants to be the first to stand out.
The situation came to a standstill for a moment.
But the stalemate didn't last long before a cultivator from the group of wandering cultivators suddenly spoke up: "I know the origin of this place."
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, including Xiang Sheng.
The person who spoke was wrapped in white bandages, with only a pair of cold eyes exposed.
Seeing everyone looking at him, he timely instigated his aura, revealing his cultivation level of the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Most of the gazes that were coming towards him were immediately withdrawn, and the remaining ones also softened and were no longer aggressive.
The Soul-Scattering Demon Lord smiled and was the first to speak: "May I ask your name, young friend?"
The cold-eyed monk sighed inwardly and replied in a deep voice, "My last name is Gong."
The Soul-scattering Demon Lord's smile remained unchanged.
"Young friend Gong, now that you've opened your mouth... I wonder what I would have to pay to obtain this information?"
The Demon Lord Sanhun revealed the thoughts of the cultivator named Gong in one sentence.
The cultivator surnamed Gong secretly clenched his palms and tried his best to keep his voice steady: "If you want information, give me a bottle of high-grade ownerless true essence at least from the Nascent Soul stage."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the field frowned at the same time.
You should know that the quality of the ownerless true essence transformed from essence and soul is uncertain, and it is also possible to transform into ownerless vital energy.
If you want to collect a whole bottle of high-quality ownerless true essence in the Nascent Soul stage, you have to kill at least a hundred Nascent Soul stage earth yin essences.
The effort involved is enormous.
When the monk surnamed Gong saw that the atmosphere had turned cold, his heart couldn't help but sink.
Was it too high? Or... should I relax the conditions? But if I did, wouldn't someone see through it?
She was conflicted, but fortunately, before she could come to a conclusion, someone finally spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Gong."
Feng Xuan spoke in a calm tone, neither humble nor arrogant:
"We entered this secret realm to absorb enough ownerless true essence to improve our cultivation and save time. Even if there is more, it will only be useless of too low quality.
"Fellow Daoist, you want a whole bottle of Nascent Soul Superior Grade Unowned True Essence, but we can't give it to you. Could you please exchange it for Unowned Yuan Qi?"
"Fellow Daoist Gong, the same principle applies to our Piaoxue Palace."
The leading female cultivator from Piaoxue Palace echoed, "We don't have a lot of True Essence, but we do have a lot of Unowned Essence. Even if you ask for a higher level, that's fine."
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