Bai Cang suspects that the Five Emperors' Children may also possess great fortune.
Otherwise, how could he have been struck by lightning and ambushed by a Golden Immortal after having murderous intent?
Either he's protected by fate, or he has a powerful background protecting him in secret.
With this thought, Bai Cang's anger subsided considerably.
"How about we just forget about it? Anyway, I didn't lose out; in fact, I made a huge profit!"
Bai Cang thought to himself, and couldn't help but have second thoughts.
Whether it's due to destiny or a powerful background, it shows that the Five Emperors' Children are not so easily moved.
If he insists on going his own way, he might encounter new troubles.
With this in mind, Bai Cang made a decision.
Moments later, in the Northern Demon Kingdom.
"Nai Muxi! That bastard actually ran away?"
Looking at the empty wasteland, Bai Cang couldn't help but curse, "Don't let me run into you again, or I'll show you what cruelty really means!"
As he spoke, Bai Cang leaped into the air and soared into the sky, flying towards the Central Divine Continent.
However, once you enter the Central Plains, the landscape is different from other places.
Under the clear blue sky, layers of clouds resembled fish scales lined up, or fish swimming in the sea, forming an orderly "cloud path".
Orderly and well-organized – that was Bai Cang's first impression of the Central Plains.
Even the streaks of light flying high in the sky follow certain subtle rules.
Above the vast expanse of the heavens, carriages occasionally flew by, and various flying eaves and brackets, amidst layers upon layers of clouds, displayed an ethereal and otherworldly aura.
Those are all the vehicles of the Primordial Spirit Dao Lords. Cultivators below the Primordial Spirit level would never set foot in the "domain" above the Heavenly Gang Qi.
Beneath the celestial atmosphere, the location closest to the Nine Heavens Gale Wind is the "Cloud Path" traversed by Golden Core True Monarchs.
Various mounts spread their wings and ride the clouds here, showing the demeanor of immortals.
Below them are the Dao Foundation True Persons who wield various magical artifacts, some hurrying along, others leisurely soaring and flying away.
As for "Qi Refining Immortal Masters," such "great cultivators" are not yet qualified, as they are involved in the high heavens and can only travel on the ground in a miserable way.
None of this was marked, yet everyone was bound by certain rules.
Rules and order are the biggest difference between the Central Plains and other regions.
Only then did Bai Cang suddenly understand why he had always felt that everything in the Crimson Dragon Temple, or rather the Taiyin City, was out of place in the Southern Frontier.
It turns out that the Xia Kingdom's Heshan Sect is the place most similar to the Xuanmen sect in the Central Plains!
Thinking this, Bai Cang was so engrossed in admiring the scenery of the Central Plains that he didn't care about his status as a high-level primordial spirit, nor did he bother with any pomp or ceremony. He also didn't take the special passage reserved for Dao Lords above the Heavenly Gang.
He simply strolled leisurely along the cloud path, his sleeves fluttering in the breeze, observing the scenery.
However, his behavior was not particularly unique among the many Golden Core True Monarchs who came and went.
Although riding dragons and tigers, and riding deer and cranes are the mainstream at this level.
However, what sets them apart from the crowd is something they will never lack, no matter when or where.
Coupled with his white robe and star-studded crown, he exuded an elegant and refined air.
He was clearly a member of the Xuanmen sect, which was not at all out of place, and it didn't even count as blinking.
With just one step, he appeared a thousand miles away, a speed that no other Golden Core True Monarch could match.
Only places with beautiful scenery or unique culture can make Bai Cang stop and stay.
After wandering around for half a day, Bai Cang had already traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and could see the gate of Fangcun Mountain in the distance.
My mood, which was initially a bit down because the Five Emperors' Children had slipped away, immediately improved a lot.
Unbeknownst to me, I have cultivated myself for over a hundred years, and now I have stolen half a day of leisure from this busy life.
But it has a unique charm!
"Is that Brother Bai Cang ahead?"
Just then, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Bai Cang turned around and saw a white crane soaring into the sky, flapping its wings and flying towards him.
The white crane had a bright red head and a snow-white body.
Only the tips of its wings had a touch of black, adding a touch of ethereal beauty.
With golden eyes and an iron beak, crane feathers as white as jade, and claws and toes like hooks.
What a magnificent steed!
On the back of the white crane in the sky stood a young Taoist priest wearing a dark black sword robe, with an aura as melodious as a secluded valley, but with an ordinary appearance, who was waving to Bai Cang.
It was none other than Mo Wusheng, a top-grade Golden Core cultivator from the Cangshan Sword Sect of the Southern Frontier, known as the "Sword Venerable of No Life."
If Bai Cang remembers correctly, this should be a True Monarch who has achieved the second rank of Dancheng.
If he doesn't die young, there's a 70-80% chance he'll achieve the Dao Fruit of the Primordial Spirit and join the ranks of Dao Lords.
"So it's the Sword Master Wusheng in person. It's been many years. How have you been?"
Bai Cang smiled slightly, in a great mood, but he did not look down on the other party, who only had the cultivation level of the third level of the Golden Core stage.
As the saying goes: One of the three great joys in life is meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Although Mo Wusheng could hardly be considered an "old acquaintance," he was at least someone I had met once.
Moreover, since they were both from the Southern Frontier, Bai Cang didn't mind and greeted him.
Moreover, Bai Cang rarely travels in the Great Crimson Heaven, and apart from a very few "old acquaintances" he met in humble beginnings, he really doesn't have many friends.
Even casual acquaintances are hard to find.
Of course, all of this is just fluff.
Bai Cang is nostalgic but not a pushover. Why should he "lower himself" for a so-called acquaintance he's only met once?
A Golden Core True Monarch? The high-level consumables under his command are all of this level.
Even god-like or demon-level puppet soldiers are merely consumables to him.
He was chatting and laughing with a Golden Immortal who had achieved Dao Integration one minute, and the next he was trying to befriend a mere Golden Core cultivator the next.
Does he deserve it? How many rounds would he deserve?
To put it simply, Bai Cang is in a good mood right now.
Mo Wusheng, being sensible, did not utter that "forbidden word".
Otherwise, that would be another "story".
Hmm! It could also be an "accident".
"Brother Dao, you flatter me. How could I possibly deserve the title of Sword Master?"
Mo Wusheng looked ashamed, with an expression that said, "I can't bear to recall the past. I used to stay in the southern border for many years, and I was so arrogant and ignorant."
Having witnessed your brilliance, sir, I now understand the true meaning of a bright, shining moon, and realize my own ignorance. Please, sir, do not dwell on this further; simply call me Wusheng!
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang couldn't help but chuckle, "Brother Mo, you flatter me. I was merely fortunate to have a few lucky breaks."
You're quite the talker, are you perhaps one of us?
"When we went to the Eastern Heaven back then, the Xuanmen sect of the Central Plains shone brightly, leaving our four regions in a dim light."
Mo Wusheng, however, had a serious expression, with a look of pride in his eyes.
His gaze toward Bai Cang was filled with admiration. "Fortunately, Brother Dao has stood up for us, preventing the Central Plains from monopolizing the limelight and suppressing the Xuanmen sects of the Central Plains, who all dare not speak out."
Not only our Southern Border Xuanmen sect, but throughout the entire Four Regions Xuanmen sect, who doesn't know your illustrious name?
And who wouldn't revere this fellow Daoist as a deity?
You've really broadened your horizons, haven't you, kid!
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang couldn't help but feel secretly pleased: He was just an ordinary person, the kind of ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.
Therefore, he also enjoys hearing others flatter him, and he really likes it.
Especially after being forced to praise others, there is a sense of "compensation".
Good lad, if you can talk, then say more.
However, Mo Wusheng's next words made Bai Cang's expression darken slightly!
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