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But for some unknown reason, after Zhu Minglang finished his sentence, everyone lost their appetite and their will to drink; they just stared at each other across the tables…

When Zhu Minglang arrived at the guest room, Bai Qin’an’s condition was somewhat better than Wen Mengru’s. Wen Mengru had lain down and it was uncertain whether she had fainted or been scared unconscious, but either way, she seemed out of touch with reality.

Indeed, she was just forcing herself not to fall down, relying on a sort of instinct to survive.

Bai Qin’an kept repeating one sentence, that was to return to Miao Mountain and ask for Head Meng.

It seemed that in her consciousness, only Sect Leader Meng could give her a sense of security in this world.

What exactly could have caused the two female sword cultivators to collapse in spirit like this?

“Senior Bai, are you feeling better?” Zhu Minglang came over and looked at Bai Qin’an, who sat on the long bench with still-lifeless eyes.

She wasn’t wearing her veil now, and her face was haggard, devoid of any color.

“Zhu Minglang, did you send the message back? Did Sect Leader Meng receive it?” Bai Qin’an asked.

“I’ve sent the message and described your condition. Just now, I heard from some people who escaped from Guanglin City that Guangshan Purple Sect Forest has been destroyed. Is that true?” asked Zhu Minglang slowly.

As he uttered these words, Bai Qin’an’s pupils dilated, fear covering her cheeks, and her whole body trembled with anxiety, cold sweat seeping from her pale skin.

“Purple Sect Forest has been trampled, by an Immortal Ghost, a Mountain Immortal Ghost… we… we saw the Mountain Immortal Ghost, everyone in the hall died, Elder Feng died too…” Bai Qin’an said somewhat incoherently.

Many had died.

Bai Qin’an was continuously repeating the names of the deceased, those who had a certain reputation within the Four Major Sect Clans, none of whom had survived under the Heavenly God arm of that Mountain Immortal Ghost.

Those Purple Dragons with superior bloodlines, naturally possessing divine powers, were crushed like loaches and worms by that Mountain Immortal Ghost.

Guangshan was large, but it couldn’t withstand the Mountain Immortal Ghost’s several collisions. Night fell, and amidst the earth and sky, the Mountain Immortal Ghost stood towering, making even the heavens and the earth seem somewhat cramped!

That being was not a mortal creature, but a Heavenly God, a Heavenly Demon!

“The Mountain Immortal Ghost?”

Zhu Minglang pondered for a moment.

Having only recently killed a so-called River Immortal Ghost, Zhu Minglang thought the strength of other Immortal Ghosts would not be much different, indeed terrifying entities among demons and monsters. Yet, he had never expected that the River Immortal Ghost and the Forest Immortal Ghost were the weakest among the Immortal Ghosts.

A Ground Immortal Ghost had once killed a Martial Master of the highest rank.

And the Mountain Immortal Ghost had just last night crushed the Guangshan Purple Sect Forest to pieces!!

The Guangshan Purple Sect Forest was a branch of the Purple Sect Clan in these lands and had a history spanning over a thousand years. It controlled the order of over twenty countries and was one of the most authoritative forces on this continent.

Yet it was directly trampled by the Mountain Immortal Ghost. The experts inside were slaughtered, and those who survived were only fortunate.

Zhu Minglang hadn’t imagined that Immortal Ghosts would be of such a level. If not for having a Dragon King by his side, he probably would have turned to run already.

Zhu Minglang had come here to seek out several thousand-year-old monsters using the Sealing Demon Order, in hopes of filling his Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s belly. Little did he know such a major event would occur.

With one of Purple Sect Clan’s branch sects destroyed, it was likely that the Purple Sect Clan in the Imperial City would send people over.

Many powerful figures in the Imperial City would probably also arrive here as soon as possible. Who knows where a creature like the Mountain Immortal Ghost would appear next?

Wherever it appears, it would be a human tragedy!

Zhu Minglang hadn’t gone far; the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon had to fill its stomach after all.

With the emergence of Immortal Ghosts, the movements of some Ten Thousand Year Saint Spirits had also become rampant. During his stay at the post station these days, Zhu Minglang had indeed caught the trail of a Ten Thousand Year Saint Spirit.

The Mountain Immortal Ghost had disappeared without a trace. Its deeds had spread across these twenty-some nations, and hundreds of millions of people lived under the shadow of the Mountain Immortal Ghost. Panic was spreading wildly, and even the Sects that cultivators prided themselves on were not at ease.

Finally, some Sect Leader-level figures from the Four Major Sects arrived, including some of the strongest individuals from the Imperial City. They also began searching for the trail of the Mountain Immortal Ghost.

These days, Zhu Minglang had mainly been hunting River Immortal Ghosts.

The cultivation base of the River Immortal Ghosts was over ten thousand years, and the cultivation base of different River Immortal Ghosts varied. The Ten Thousand Year Saint Spirit Zhu Minglang was currently pursuing might well be one that had cultivated for over thirteen thousand years.

The TianSha Dragon King needed the blood of such Holy Spirits as food. Despite knowing that there were more terrifying Immortal Ghosts out there, Zhu Minglang still needed to feed the TianSha Dragon King first.

The traces of the Immortal Ghosts were intermittent, and Zhu Minglang couldn’t be too hasty. Moreover, what was called tracking was, to a greater extent, waiting for their next appearance.

Once Immortal Ghosts concealed themselves in rivers, forests, or the earth, even the vastest divine skills couldn’t locate them.

As a hunter, Zhu Minglang was also patient. He planned to return to the inn to rest and marshal his energy. According to his tracking over these days, the thirteen-thousand-year-old Saint Spirit he was looking for would soon reveal itself!

Upon arriving at the inn, Zhu Minglang went to visit Wen Mengru and Bai Qin’an.

However, there were other people in the women’s room, a man and a woman. The man was dressed lavishly and nobly, his attire complete with accessories, including a decorative sword on his waist, although he was not a Sword Master…

The woman was dressed simply, with an aloof air. Her hair was proudly coiled up, secured only by the simplest patterned hairpin. Her cheeks were fair and delicate, her phoenix eyes bright, and in her hand was an ancient-looking longsword.

“Thank you. You should rest well,” the man said as if he had finished his inquiries. He gave a bow and then turned to leave.

As the two prepared to leave, they saw Zhu Minglang at the door.

The lavishly dressed man seemed somewhat surprised, looking at Zhu Minglang.

The aloof woman also fixed her gaze on him, her eyes shimmering slightly.

“Zhu Minglang?” the woman was the first to speak.

Beside them, Pu Shiming opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately he only maintained a polite smile and stood aside.

“Aunt Xuehen,” Zhu Minglang was equally surprised. The visitor turned out to be Zhu Xuehen.

Had the Imperial City sent her to investigate the Mountain Immortal Ghost?

But weren’t they the Orderers of the Li Chuan Continent?

Zhu Xuehen’s presence had evidently changed since their last encounter.

Wait a minute…

Previously, his cultivation base had not been high enough, and he hadn’t detected the breath she had concealed.

It turned out she had already crossed that heavenly threshold.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he now had a King-Level Dragon which indirectly enhanced his own perception abilities, he wouldn’t have been able to detect her hidden cultivation base.

No wonder the Imperial City had sent her here.

Her Sword Territory was already transcendent and sanctified, and now that her cultivation base had reached the King Level, her strength was even more terrifying!