Just as the giant blue wolf escaped from the Blood Demon City, an old man with white hair and beard appeared in the air.
He glanced at the dark spot in the distance, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes——
It's strange. It's just a seriously injured level seven monster, but it can escape the pursuit of my spiritual power?
Is there anyone helping?
Thinking of this possibility, the old man directly released his spiritual sense and "scanned" the Blood Demon City under his feet.
Except for the Pixiu in the City Lord's Mansion, most of the cultivators in the city are below the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage.
With such cultivation level, it is impossible to help a level seven monster escape.
Is someone suppressing his cultivation?
As an ancestor who has lived for thousands of years, the old man is naturally not naive. He is suspicious and will always think of the worst case scenario when thinking about things.
Blood Demon City is an intersection between the world of immortal cultivation and the secular world, and is considered to be on the edge of the world of immortal cultivation.
Cultivation resources are scarce, and the cultivators' cultivation levels are relatively low.
However, no one can guarantee that among this group of low-level cultivators, there is a powerful person who can perfectly suppress their cultivation.
The old man is a big boss of the immortal sect. In addition to his high cultivation level, he also has a very high status.
He knows many of the "secrets" of the immortal sects.
For example, one hundred thousand miles away from the Blood Demon City is the battlefield of immortals and demons.
During this period, the battlefield between immortals and demons was very lively.
It is said that there are no ghosts or evil spirits that should be in an ancient battlefield, but it is filled with spiritual energy.
There are also many low-level monsters, as well as broken magic weapons and monster skeletons left behind by fallen immortals and demons.
Although it is not of top grade, it is already a rare treasure in the Western Continent.
The nine major immortal sects have already sent people to the ancient battlefield to verify and are discussing designating this place as a training ground for new disciples.
In other words, the ancient battlefield has been changed from a "no man's land" to one under the control of the nine major immortal sects.
Of course, the nine great immortal sects are famous and upright sects after all. Although they are a bit overbearing, they are not completely unreasonable.
Although they intended to enclose the ancient battlefield, they did not really regard this place as their "private property".
In addition to the nine major immortal sects, other small sects and many independent cultivators can enter the trial as long as they pay a certain amount of spirit stones!
This old man, following the orders of his own sect, went to the ancient battlefield to start matters such as the "Trial Field".
The flying magic weapon had just passed over the Blood Demon City when it suddenly felt a huge demonic power and the call for help that was common among the nine major immortal gates. The old man hurriedly stopped and turned back to the Blood Demon City.
In the end, it was still a step too late!
"Who helped that evil beast?"
"Or am I overthinking it? That demon wolf was just lucky, or perhaps it used some magical weapon to temporarily increase its strength at the cost of overdrawing its cultivation?"
The old man made random guesses, but he did not forget to pay attention to those disciples of the immortal sect.
Coincidentally, among them was his beloved disciple——
"Ming'er? You're here too? Are you injured again?"
The old man, the Yaoguang Patriarch of Lingxiao Sect, slowly landed on the ground.
The first thing he looked at was Lu Ming.
"Greetings, Master!"
Lu Ming clasped his fists and saluted respectfully.
Then he replied respectfully, "Master, don't worry, your disciple is fine!"
"only--"
Lu Ming turned his head with a little worry and looked at Han Linger, whose face was covered in blood and whose right arm was drooping.
"Master, Junior Sister Han was injured by the demon wolf—"
The arm is okay. Practitioners are naturally strong. It's just a broken arm. He can take some pills and recuperate for a few days and he will be fine.
but--
Lu Ming saw clearly that the giant blue wolf scratched Junior Sister Han's face before running away.
Junior Sister Han is a woman, how important is a woman’s appearance?
Of course, the immortal sect also has immortal doctors, and there is always a way to treat it by using some magical medicines.
But before she was healed, Junior Sister Han had to bear a scratched face. Just thinking about it, Lu Ming felt pity for her!
"It's nothing! It's just some external injuries. Please ask the immortal doctors in the Immortal Doctor Valley to help take a look!"
As a straight man who has lived for thousands of years, Patriarch Yaoguang doesn't care about such trivial matters as appearance.
For a cultivator, the primordial spirit is the most important.
As long as the soul is intact, problems such as disfigurement and physical defects are not a problem.
Even if a person dies, he can still get a new body.
It's just a few scratches on the face. If it can be cured, then treat it. If it can't be cured, then it doesn't matter.
Improving your cultivation is the right path.
Only with a high level of cultivation can one “do whatever one wants”.
Compared to Han Linger who was suspected to be disfigured, Patriarch Yaoguang was more concerned about a young man hiding in the crowd.
"What's your name? Which sect are you from?"
Patriarch Yaoguang said this casually and no longer paid attention to Han Linger. He went straight to the young man holding a cat demon.
Pei Yan: ...
Did this old man discover me when I took action just now?
It shouldn't be!
Pei Yan could see clearly that this man, who was respected as the Yaoguang Patriarch, was only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.
This kind of cultivation is impossible to see through!
Pei Yan has such confidence.
Since he didn't find any problems, why did he come to me?
Pei Yan didn't hide his doubts. He blinked and replied, "My name is Pei Yan. I'm not a disciple of the immortal sect, I'm just a mortal."
"mortal?"
Patriarch Yaoguang didn't believe it at all.
Just now when he was in mid-air, he used his spiritual sense to sweep the entire city.
Apart from the Pixiu in the City Lord's Mansion and his beloved disciple, the only person he paid attention to was Pei Yan.
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