Chapter 52

In the following days, Lin Haoming was in a good mood. A few days later, it was finally the day to go to the Thousand Red Leaves Mountain.

On this day, a total of three hundred disciples at the Qi Condensation stage gathered in the second-floor Hall of Deacons within the sect.

The current Hall Master of the Hall of Deacons, who rarely showed up, was the Withered-faced Elder Zhuang Huai, a Fifth Stage Golden Core cultivator. His withered, skeleton-like face swept over all the Qi Condensation disciples present.

Lin Haoming came early with Wang Chen and found Wu Hongfei, who was known as the top disciple of the outer sect.

Lin Haoming noticed that among the three hundred people here, most were in groups of three, and many of these small groups had gathered with other small groups to form larger groups. However, no one paid attention to their group.

Lin Haoming quickly realized that the reason no one joined them was entirely because of Wu Hongfei. With his scarred face that made everyone feel as if they owed him a mountain of debt, it was as if "No Trespassing" was written on his forehead.

Wang Chen soon saw this too. The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness, while Wu Hongfei still looked arrogant.

If it weren't for Xie Ruolan's mediation, the two wouldn't even bother with him.

Among the three hundred people here, at least half were at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage, with roughly equal numbers of outer and inner sect disciples.

Lin Haoming, at the Ninth Layer of the Qi Condensation stage, was somewhat weaker here, but there were still quite a few. As for those below the Ninth Layer, they were very few, but not nonexistent.

These people either had their own backing or were making a final bet on their immortal path. Although their cultivation was low, they couldn't be underestimated. After all, anyone who could come here and dare to come here was not an easy person to deal with.

"Disciples, according to the rules, you can use any means against others in the spirit stone mine, but you cannot bring any spirit stones inside. There will be dedicated personnel to check this. As for replenishing your spirit energy, there are spirit stones everywhere inside, so you can dig them up yourselves..."

The Withered-faced Elder was explaining the rules, which everyone already knew, but since he was speaking, everyone naturally listened.

After he finished, everyone followed him to the teleportation hall.

Qi Condensation disciples could only fly using their magical tools, so various magical tools were summoned, and the three hundred disciples took off together, creating a grand and lively scene.

Lin Haoming still stepped on the Mother and Son Sword, Wang Chen summoned a long spear, and Wu Hongfei used a large saber, a Ghost Head Saber, which was a high-quality magical tool. Clearly, this saber was what he usually used, and it had likely killed countless beings. When one got close, one could even feel a faint aura of killing intent emanating from the saber.

At this moment, Lin Haoming realized that Wu Hongfei might not be simple. Xie Ruolan said he was powerful, and there was indeed a reason for it. At least before having absolute confidence, it was better not to have any thoughts about him.

The teleportation hall had been modified, with some of the original arrays leading elsewhere now leading to Red Leaf Mountain. This saved the time needed to change the spirit stones, and the three hundred people were quickly teleported over.

After arriving at Red Leaf Mountain, Lin Haoming and the others landed on the ground and saw the Withered-faced Elder spew out countless bones. The bones were as black as ink. With a wave of his hand, they connected and transformed into a black dragon.

With the Withered-faced Elder's magical seals, the black bone dragon quickly grew to a hundred feet in size, writhing and twisting in the air as if it had come to life.

The Withered-faced Elder Zhuang Huai was the first to fly to the top of the bone dragon and called out, "Everyone, get on! Be spirited, don't tarnish the reputation of our Blood Refinement Sect!"

The distance to the spirit stone mine at Red Leaf Mountain was not far, so there was no need to ride the bone dragon. However, when Lin Haoming saw a hundred-foot-long monk's robe and a similarly long giant sword carrying the disciples of Vajra Temple and Heavenly Sword Mountain, he understood.

"Master Zhuang, Lady You, this humble monk greets you!"

The three groups arrived almost simultaneously. A seemingly kind and benevolent old monk on the monk's robe was the first to greet the two.

"Monk Wu Xin, stop your false compassion. Let's finish this quickly; I still have a furnace of elixirs to watch!" Zhuang Huai seemed to have no good feelings towards the monk, and his tone was not friendly.

Monk Wu Xin looked like a man in his sixties or seventies, with a bald head that had no scars. His appearance matched the description of a kind and benevolent monk, giving people the impression of an enlightened high monk.

On the other side, Lady You was dressed in white palace attire, her black hair tied up with a green jade hairpin. Her face was radiant, and her demeanor was noble and elegant, giving people the impression of being born into a noble family.

After Zhuang Huai spoke, Lady You's face showed a slight smile. "Master Wu Xin, Daoist Zhuang has a point. I don't want to waste time here either. Let's start directly, shall we?"

Lady You then controlled the giant flying sword to land on the ground.

Seeing this, Monk Wu Xin and Zhuang Huai also landed and put away their magical tools.

On the ground, the three sects had already dispatched many disciples to set up three teleportation arrays. Each array could teleport three people, clearly for the use of the disciples of the three sects.

At this moment, Lin Haoming's eyes caught a very familiar figure.

Not far behind Monk Wu Xin, a young monk who looked about seventeen or eighteen, with clear and bright eyes, was curiously looking at him.

Noticing that Lin Haoming had spotted him, the young monk deliberately showed a meaningful smile.

This young monk was none other than the little monk who called himself Fahuan, whom Lin Haoming had met at Red Leaf Mountain and discovered the spirit stone mine after a fight.

According to Xie Ruolan's guess, this little monk should have a significant background. Discovering this spirit stone mine should have been a great contribution to Vajra Temple. Why was he not rewarded but instead sent to this place? Was he being punished?

Lin Haoming couldn't quite figure it out. In fact, at this moment, Fahuan was also puzzled. Why did the guy who fought with him not receive any reward from the sect and also come here? Could it be that he, like Fahuan, was forced by the old masters to come here for training? If so, wouldn't the beautiful woman who was with him be his?

Fahuan looked at Lin Haoming, feeling a bit envious.

PS: I had some matters today, so it's a bit late! Everyone, please continue to support!