Chapter 50

"Zi Yun Sect is a major sect in the Southern Region. Even my disciples who are outer sect members have all undergone nine trials before joining the sect. After joining, each of them soaks in the Spirit Spring monthly and has an inexhaustible supply of heavenly treasures. Each of them has extraordinary talent, and some of their talents are rare in any sect."

Wu Dingqiu's eyes widened even more, not caring that most of the disciples behind him were embarrassed and lowered their heads, as he only focused on looking at Old Song.

Old Song was also taken aback for a moment. He waved his sleeve and was about to say something, but then saw Wu Dingqiu suddenly stand up, look at the disciples behind him who had lowered their heads, and shout loudly.

"Disciples of the Zi Yun Sect, today is your first time leaving the sect, but entering this mountain means life and death are determined by fate. This is one of your trials for advancing to the inner sect. Those who reach the mountain will be recorded once, those who reach halfway will be recorded twice. Whoever can break that old flag at the top of the mountain, I will take as a disciple and immediately make you an inner sect disciple of the Zi Yun Sect! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go!"

As soon as he spoke, the white-robed disciples immediately became excited. This was their first time leaving the sect, and their eyes all showed intense determination. Among them, some aspired to become inner sect disciples, while others aimed to obtain treasures. After all, it was rumored within the sect that this treasure mountain in the Zhao Kingdom contained countless spirit stones, elixirs, and magical treasures.

Nearly a hundred figures rushed toward the mountain peak, creating a stunning sight from a distance.

This mountain peak was extremely high, and there was a dense forest around it. To climb the mountain, one had to pass through the forest first.

For a moment, the entire forest was filled with the sounds of roars and the cries of wild beasts, turning the quiet night into a noisy one.

An hour later, at the foot of the mountain, the forest of demonic beasts was filled with continuous screams. At the edge of the forest, seven or eight disciples of the Zi Yun Sect ran out in shock. Behind them, three extremely majestic and fierce beasts with dragon heads and tiger bodies were chasing, leaving trails of soil waves as they ran.

These three demonic beasts were full of vitality, with magnificent appearances and lush fur, clearly different from ordinary demonic beasts. Their ferocity was even more intense, and the breath they exhaled turned into mist snakes that coiled around their bodies, scaring the Zi Yun Sect disciples, who had no experience outside the sect, to the point of turning pale and running even faster.

Fortunately, once they left the forest, the three demonic beasts stopped chasing, staring at the seven or eight people for a while before turning and disappearing.

On the flat-topped mountain, Old Song's laughter, filled with pride, suddenly echoed.

"Did you see that, Wu Dingqiu? These are the spirit beasts I have raised. What do you think? Even if your disciples grew up drinking from the Spirit Spring, it's useless. Not to mention the stronger spirit beasts on my treasure mountain, even the spirit beasts in the outer forest, your Zi Yun Sect disciples can't enter."

Wu Dingqiu, the white-robed elder, had a grim expression and glared at the seven or eight cultivators below, but his tone remained proud and calm.

"Those who came out are only at the 5th or 6th level of the Condensation stage. The true geniuses of my sect are still inside the forest. It won't be long before they reach your mountain and take everything away!"

Time slowly passed, and another hour went by...

No one had yet managed to leave the forest of demonic beasts and reach the mountain peak. The screams and roars inside the forest echoed from time to time. Soon, the forest at the edge shook, and over ten disciples of the Zi Yun Sect ran out in shock, their faces filled with fear and injuries. They were like flowers raised at home, never having experienced the storms of the outside world. Behind them, five demonic beasts suddenly pounced, including a black tiger, a giant peacock about two zhang tall, and three other beasts with different appearances, all clearly extraordinary.

On the flat-topped mountain, Old Song's proud laughter echoed again. He looked at Wu Dingqiu, whose face was even more gloomy, and felt extremely happy.

"Wu Dingqiu, these are your outstanding disciples of the Zi Yun Sect? It seems that even growing up drinking from the Spirit Spring is useless. Even if they eat heavenly treasures every day, it's still no use. This treasure mountain is a rare treasure in the entire Southern Region. I have spent my energy here for many years. In the future, when they become powerful, mountain spirits will be born on this mountain. I await your entire Zi Yun Sect to come for the trial."

Wu Dingqiu's face was as dark as a volcano about to erupt, but he still spoke firmly.

"Just a mountain. What's there to brag about? I can destroy it with a wave of my hand. Those who came out are all useless. My few outstanding geniuses are still... " Wu Dingqiu was speaking when he suddenly widened his eyes. He saw a few disciples at the edge of the demonic forest who seemed about to run out. He immediately stood up and shouted loudly toward the mountain.

"Go back, all of you! Whoever dares to come out again, I will expel you from the sect!" His shout was like a thunderclap, but it didn't travel too far, only echoing within a hundred miles. It made the few disciples at the edge of the demonic forest turn pale and tremble, not daring to go out. They gritted their teeth and turned back. Fortunately, the few pursuing demonic beasts were also scared and did not chase further.

As for the twenty or so people outside the demonic forest, their faces were pale, hesitating whether to enter or not.

"Regardless of which sect, any disciple can enter my spirit beast forest within these seven days. If you have the ability, step onto my treasure mountain. There is half a lifetime's wealth of mine there. Whoever can take it, I will not block them, not even frown. Especially at the top of the mountain, I have placed a Bag of Holding that can contain rivers and mountains."

Old Song's laughter made Wu Dingqiu's face even darker. He felt that this Old Song was too ruthless, daring to throw such treasures on the mountain, showing his full confidence in the mountain. Wu Dingqiu waved his sleeve and was about to leave, but Old Song immediately stood up and blocked him.

"Wu Daoist, we agreed that this game of chess must be finished before anyone can leave. You are an elder of a major sect in the Southern Region. Would you break your word?" Old Song laughed, his beard standing up, looking extremely proud, determined not to let Wu Dingqiu leave.

At the same time, several thousand miles away from the mountain, Meng Hao was speeding through the forest, leaves flying as he passed. Behind him, Shangguan Xiu's eyes glowed with killing intent, chasing relentlessly.

"This protective mountain range stretches endlessly, and deeper in, there is a fog of miasma. Meng Hao, by choosing this place, you have chosen a dead end." Shangguan Xiu's voice was cold and chilling.

"Annoying." Meng Hao frowned and coldly replied, speaking for the first time on this journey. He was truly annoyed by Shangguan Xiu's constant chatter. He thought, if it was just chasing, it would be fine, but endless chatter was unnecessary.

Shangguan Xiu's eyes flashed. The moment Meng Hao spoke, he suddenly raised his hands, his eyes glowing with a sinister light, and he clapped. This clap coincided with Meng Hao's words.

Meng Hao's heart suddenly ached, and the sound of the clap was like a sharp sword piercing his chest, making him stagger and spew a large mouthful of blood.

"Brat, you finally spoke. My family's technique specializes in injuring the heart and lungs. You fell for it!" Shangguan Xiu laughed wickedly, his speed suddenly increasing. He raised his right hand and waved it in the air, and a colorful bead appeared in his hand. He threw it forward, and it instantly burst, releasing a five-colored mist. Each mist formed a fierce ghost, roaring and charging at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao turned around, his eyes dark. Without wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he formed a seal with his hands and rapidly retreated. As the five-colored mist ghosts charged at him, Meng Hao formed a water ball the size of a human head with his left hand and a ten-zhang-long fire python with his right hand. The water ball flew first and exploded, turning into a shower of rain arrows.

At the same time, the fire python flew out and exploded in mid-air, releasing intense heat that instantly vaporized the water droplets, creating a thick mist in the dark forest. The mist carried Meng Hao's cultivation aura, obscuring the surroundings and confusing the five mist ghosts, making them lose track of Meng Hao.

Even Shangguan Xiu was momentarily blinded by the mist. He was startled by Meng Hao's actions, which were unexpected. Almost as soon as the mist appeared, two cold beams silently shot toward Shangguan Xiu.

The sound of an explosion echoed, and Meng Hao sighed inwardly, turning and changing direction without hesitation, quickly moving forward. He immediately swallowed a demonic core to heal his injuries. Behind him, roars echoed as the mist was swept away by a whirlwind, and Shangguan Xiu stepped out with a fierce expression. His right sleeve was dripping with blood, and the mist ghosts had all disappeared.

Thinking about the scene just now, Shangguan Xiu's eyes narrowed. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the mist ghosts would have blocked the two wooden swords, and he would have lost his right hand. Even so, he had a deep wound, and his spiritual energy was leaking out, healing very slowly, even though he could stop the bleeding, it couldn't stop the leakage of spiritual energy.

"This little brat is too cunning. Even though his techniques are low-level, in his hands, they are always varied and difficult to deal with." Shangguan Xiu frowned but continued to chase relentlessly.

The two continued to move forward, and time slowly passed. It was soon the dawn of the next day. After a night of chasing, both Meng Hao and Shangguan Xiu were extremely exhausted. Meng Hao was slightly better off, though he hadn't rested, he had experienced a similar situation in the Black Mountain before. He was just regretful that he hadn't seen any demonic beasts in this desolate mountain.

Otherwise, he thought, dealing with Shangguan Xiu would be easier. Shangguan Xiu, on the other hand, was encountering a cultivator like Meng Hao for the first time. Meng Hao's various techniques were endless, especially the two wooden swords, which were astonishing. Shangguan Xiu had planned to exhaust Meng Hao's spiritual energy, but each time, Meng Hao seemed full of energy, as if he had an endless supply of elixirs.

"Even at the 7th level of the Condensation stage, he is so difficult to deal with. If he reaches a higher level, it will be even worse." Shangguan Xiu gritted his teeth, took an elixir, and continued to chase. Although he was at the 9th level of the Condensation stage, he was still in the same major realm as Meng Hao. In terms of speed, he had a slight advantage, but he couldn't catch up.

What he didn't know was that although Meng Hao was also at the Condensation stage, he practiced the Qi Condensation Scroll from the Great Spirit Scripture, which could lead to a flawless Foundation Establishment. Even though Meng Hao hadn't obtained the attack techniques, his spiritual energy was more enduring than that of ordinary cultivators.

Combined with the effects of the demonic cores, Shangguan Xiu had no chance of catching up in a short time.

By dawn, the two had traveled tens of thousands of miles. In front of Meng Hao, a high mountain appeared, its peak piercing the clouds, and snow visible halfway up, clearly an extraordinary place. ---- Request for recommendations!

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