Under Ning Jie's constant urging, the divine beast Sibu Xiang almost unleashed all its potential and finally entered the interior of the Ten Thousand Mountains in the shortest time.
What meets the eye is the lush and green primitive jungle that blocks out the sun.
Ning Jie took back Sibu Xiang and walked inside.
The deeper he went, the tighter his brows furrowed.
Because as he walked along, he encountered dead and injured human monks one after another.
You should know that on ordinary days, the Shiwan Mountains are rarely visited by people and it is difficult to see human beings.
But now, the further we go in, the more human cultivators there are actually increasing in number?
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong. What exactly happened here?
Ning Jie looked around and suddenly saw a middle-aged man with one arm lying on the ground not far away.
This person was seriously injured and had no companions around him. He must be a casual cultivator.
Although these people usually keep to themselves and appear aloof, they are the best choice for gathering information.
Because in the world of cultivation, as long as a disciple is under a sect, he or she will have resistance or even hostility towards other sects.
Moreover, almost all practitioners in sects look down on independent practitioners.
Therefore, no matter what identity you use to approach disciples from other sects, there is a high probability that you will not be treated well.
But if you approach other casual cultivators as a casual cultivator, they will think that you are the same kind as them, and at least they will not be hostile to you.
Ning Jie walked slowly up to the one-armed middle-aged man, deliberately looking around from time to time, with just the right amount of fear occasionally showing on his face.
He looks like a young man who has just started out and has never seen much of the world.
As Ning Jie approached, the one-armed middle-aged man also noticed him and his cold eyes fell on Ning Jie.
He slowly retracted his legs, and his center of gravity, which was originally leaning against the tree, leaned forward slightly. His remaining hand was placed on the dagger at his waist.
These actions were not very covert, and Ning Jie noticed them.
Or perhaps the one-armed middle-aged man did it on purpose, because he was injured and wanted to avoid unnecessary conflict.
However, Ning Jie pretended not to notice at all and walked up to the middle-aged man with confidence.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask what happened here?"
"Why did so many people die? Was there a conflict with the demon tribe?"
As Ning Jie spoke, his eyes deliberately kept scanning the middle-aged man's broken arm, causing the middle-aged man to look unhappy.
However, he lowered his guard a lot. After all, Ning Jie acted like a junior who knew nothing.
But no matter how relaxed he was, the one-armed man ignored him.
Ning Jie didn't feel embarrassed when he saw this, but instead had a faint smile on his face.
Immediately afterwards, Ning Jie didn't say much, but directly released the aura of his Divine Transformation Realm completely.
This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Only when you have absolute strength can you gain the respect of others.
Sure enough, the moment he sensed Ning Jie's cultivation aura, the expression on the one-armed man's face changed instantly.
It’s actually the Spirit Transformation Realm!
Who on earth is this person who has reached the Spirit Transformation Realm at such a young age?
At this moment, the one-armed man felt the crisis of life and death. He dared not slack off any longer and quickly replied respectfully:
"Not long ago, a strange phenomenon occurred here. It was an ancient relic that appeared in the world. Many cultivators have already rushed over."
"Senior, although you have already reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm, it is rumored that the place is extremely dangerous. If you really want to go there, please be careful."
"By the way, I don't have anything valuable on me, so please be kind, senior."
The one-armed man finished speaking tremblingly, lowering his tone and attitude to the lowest possible level, fearing that he would upset Ning Jie.
Ning Jie thought to himself after listening to his narration.
"The relic has appeared in the world, attracting the sect's geniuses to gather. Maybe someone among them possesses a fragment of the origin of destiny?"
"Looks like I have to go take a look."
After finishing his thought, Ning Jie ignored the one-armed man and turned around to continue walking inside.
“Phew—it was truly a narrow escape!”
After Ning Jie left, the one-armed man breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ning Jie did not argue with him, otherwise killing him would be a matter of a breath!
Ning Jie arrived near the ruins at an extremely fast speed. At this time, many cultivators had already gathered there.
But basically they are all from the sects, and there are only a very small number of independent cultivators.
After a rough observation, he found that many of them were geniuses from various sects who had risen to prominence in recent times.
Therefore, most people don’t know Ning Jie, and of course, they can’t remember Ning Jie’s name.
But soon, Ning Jie noticed a familiar face, the little demon from the Hehuan Sect... Oh no, the little saint, Liu Feifei.
He had met this person several times during the World Martial Arts Competition and when he went to the Hehuan Sect, so he had some impression of him.
At this time, Liu Feifei also noticed Ning Jie and was shocked.
"Oh my God! Why is it him?"
"I didn't expect to meet the Holy Son of the Miaoyin Sect here. After not seeing him for so long, I'm sure his strength has surpassed some of the elders, right?"
"If we can team up with him, we will definitely be able to take the initiative in this trip to the ruins. Moreover, with the relationship with the sect leader, he shouldn't refuse."
Liu Feifei was calculating in her mind, and she came to Ning Jie with light steps.
"Mr. Ning, is it really you? I hope you are well!"
"Are you here for the ruins too?"
Liu Feifei did not directly tell Ning Jie about his identity and team formation, but instead tried to test Ning Jie's purpose and attitude towards her.
Ning Jie glanced at her, not caring much, and responded casually.
"Well, it's quite a coincidence."
He didn't say anything else after that. After all, although Liu Feifei was pretty, she was still far inferior to their sect leader Shi Yuqi, so Ning Jie was not very interested in her.
Seeing this, Liu Feifei was not discouraged, but smiled in a flattering manner.
"Master Ning, do you know anything about this ruin?"
Hearing this, Ning Jie shook his head, and then Liu Feifei continued to preach.
"Before Young Master Ning arrived, a sect had already conducted an inspection and found that there were restrictions at the entrance to the ruins."
"Only cultivators under half a century old are allowed to enter, so this place is basically populated by the geniuses of the major sects."
Ning Jie nodded after hearing this. This was not important to him.
After providing the information, Liu Feifei's mind gradually became active, and she moved a little closer to Ning Jie.
"Mr. Ning, to be honest, I have something to ask of you."
"As you know, the fighting power of our Hehuan Sect disciples is not outstanding compared to other sects, so we are at a disadvantage in the ruins."
"So I hope Mr. Ning can take me along for the sake of the Sect Master. I will be very grateful!"
After Liu Feifei finished speaking, her beautiful eyes revealed an undisguised look of anticipation.
Ning Jie didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
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