Zhang Ruochin understood very well that Canglan Martial Saint wanted to compare swords with him, not for the sake of a duel, but to deduce his origins and identity through his swordsmanship.




This is not the time for a sword fight, and this is not the place for one. There will be other opportunities.


After finishing his words, Zhang Ruochin turned around gracefully and headed towards the medicine garden.




Canglan Wusheng quickly caught up and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhang Ruochin, saying, "There's one more thing I want to discuss with you. Lend me Zhu Qingyi, and I'll agree to any condition you ask."


"No."


Zhang Ruochin decisively refused.


The Martial Saint Canglan was quite perplexed and said, "Keeping Zhu Qingyi by your side won't benefit you in the slightest. The Immortal Blood Clan will definitely send a large number of masters to rescue her. Among the human race, those who have grudges against her or want to use her head to gain cultivation resources will definitely come for you. With your cultivation level, you can't protect her at all, and you'll only end up harming yourself. You should hand her over to me. Consider it a favor I owe you."


Zhang Ruochin stopped his footsteps, stared at her for a moment, and smiled: "Is your favor very expensive?"


"Of course, it's expensive."


Cang Lan Wusheng's eyelashes curled up, and in his phoenix eyes, a confident smile flowed, his spirit bright and proud, just like a real phoenix.


Zhang Ruochin's expression, however, became serious. He said, "You already owe me two favors. How do you plan to repay them?"


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"If it weren't for you stepping in, the headmaster of Beiyuan Holy Academy would have become a dead man." Zhang Ruochin said.


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Six female saints followed the two men, their faces full of astonishment. Some even wore expressions of schadenfreude. It was the first time anyone had ever put the esteemed Martial Saint in his place like this.


Zhang Ruochin stopped again and said, "What are you following me for?"


Canglan Wusheng stroked his crystal-red hair, like flames. He raised his snow-white chin and gazed at the chains of formations connecting heaven and earth. "Wu Yuan Island is very dangerous, with hidden dangers everywhere. We should form an alliance. This way, even if we face all three of the Immortal Blood Clan's Heavenly Blood Generals at once, we can deal with them calmly."


Zhang Ruochin was a little curious and asked, "Have the strong warriors from the Ministry of War not yet arrived at Xianji Mountain?"


"He should already be on his way, but it is said that a large number of masters from the Undying Blood Clan have also arrived. The situation is not so optimistic. The latest news is that Mount Xianji seems to be hiding a great secret." Canglan Martial Saint said.




Zhang Ruochin said: "What is the reason you and the six female saints ascended Mount Wuyuan? Is it for Chiba Seishin grass?"


"That's right. Legend has it that Chiba Shengxin Grass is the main ingredient for refining the Holy Pill of Immortality. Whether true or not, at least we can't let it fall into the hands of the Undead Blood Clan."


"Furthermore, the more dangerous a place is, the more it can hone a cultivator's will. With my current cultivation base, relying solely on consuming holy medicines and elixirs would be difficult to break through to the Heavenly Soaring Realm. I need experience, I need to comprehend the rules of the Holy Dao in battle, I need a chance for transformation."

"Staying in a peaceful, stable, and comfortable place will make people numb, like stagnant water. Even with abundant cultivation resources, it is difficult to comprehend higher-level rules of the Holy Dao."


Something needs to be changed.


When faced with such a predicament, even Buddhist and Taoist practitioners dwelling in deep mountains would be troubled, contemplating deeply and choosing to enter the bustling human world for worldly cultivation.


When a martial arts practitioner encounters such a predicament, they would seek out an opponent of equal strength and engage in a life-or-death duel.


Canglan Wusheng, who most of the time stays in the Central Imperial City, is apparently facing the same predicament, which is why he personally came to Xianjis Mountain.




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Baichu, the Twelfth Holy Feather, shared the same goal as her. They were unwilling to remain stagnant in this state of inactivity, desiring to break free from their limitations and ascend to a higher level of existence. As such, death was an inevitable consequence.

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Seeing that you all get along so well, let's form a temporary alliance for now. Zhang Ruochin said.

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Zhang Ruochin walked out of the Illusionary Tree Forest with Canglan Martial Saint and six female saints, arriving at the entrance to the Medicine Garden. However, he didn't see Qingmo's figure and couldn't help but feel a pang of unease.


Could something have gone wrong?

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"Young Master."


On the fence, there rose a voice of azure ink.


Immediately, a emerald-green vine that coiled around the fence gradually contracted, transforming into a slender girl. This was Qingmo, who seemed somewhat timid and shy.


Zhuge Qingyi, who had fainted from exhaustion, was originally wrapped in the green vines inside. Now, she was held in Qing Mo's hand.


Qing Mo's eyes rolled, and she said in a low voice, “Before, several Saint Realm powerhouses came here. I didn't dare to fight them alone, so I hid. Young Master, you won't blame me, will you?”


"Why should I blame you?" Zhang Ruochin laughed.


Qing Mo said: “They all broke into the medicine garden. I didn’t stop them. That old man did say that once…”


Seeing Canglan Wusheng and the six female saints beside him, Qingmo didn't dare to continue speaking. He hurriedly closed his mouth.

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The Canglan Martial Saint was quite astute and immediately asked, "Which old man?"


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Qing Mo grew up, her mouth agape in disbelief. Zhang Ruochin had completely ignored Gu Songzi's words and boldly barged in himself.




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So, Zhang Ruochin decided to take the initiative.


If we can get Chiba Sei's grass, perhaps Kosone will ask for it later.


In the medicine garden, a bloody mist permeated the air, interwoven with rays of light, filled with danger.


Zhang Ruochin took out the Swallowing Cloud Bell, which he had recently snatched from a Blood Saint, and threw it forward.


<<<"Whoa!"

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A beam of light streaked across the surface of the Devourer's Bell, cleaving the thousand-patterned holy artifact in two. It fell to the ground.


At the sight of this, even Canglan Wusheng gasped in surprise.


The power of the Great Saint's Remnant Formation reaches its peak within the Medicine Garden. Everyone, please be extremely careful. Once you come into contact with its light beams, there is no doubt you will die. No defense mechanisms will work.


Zhang Ruochin reminded him and continued forward.


The soil of the medicine garden was crimson red, radiating a divine glow. It was sacred blood earth, cultivated with the blood of gods.


Since it is a divine land of medicine gardens, it is not surprising that it can nurture a large number of holy medicines.


Not long after, they found a body beside a sacred herb, cut into nine pieces by the beam of light. It was a Saint Realm expert from the Starry Sky Sect, a dominant figure, but unfortunately, for a single sacred herb, he lost his life.


Both Zhang Ruochin and Canglan Wusheng didn't lack holy medicine, so their goal was very clear, they went straight to Chiba Shengxincao without wanting to waste time collecting other holy medicines.


We can wait until we have captured Chiba Seishin's grass before considering anything else.




The mist in the medicine garden grew thicker and thicker. Even with the vision of the sacred realm beings, they could only see within five steps.

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"Ding dong."


A melodious wind chime tinkled through the mist, as if someone were walking briskly.


Suddenly, the sound of wind chimes stopped.




At that moment, a black figure appeared before Zhang Ruochin and Canglan Wusheng. It was very tall with long arms and a string of white wind chimes hung around its waist.


A raspy voice, quite grating, came from the black figure's mouth, "Go back! Chiba Seishin grass does not belong to you."


"Death Aura."


Zhang Ruochin's eyes widened, and he sensed the aura of death emanating from the black figure.


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The shadowy figure, like a ghost, moved through streaks of crimson light. It extended a finger and pressed it towards Zhang Ruochen's face, unleashing a wave of deathly energy from its palm print.


"Sword out."


The fingers of the Martial Saint Canglan formed a sword seal, pointing forward. The divine sword flew out and collided with the palm of the black figure, producing a resonant clang of metal on metal.


Immediately, the two of them backed away.


"Amazing, I didn't expect that even after the World Spirit of Kunlun Realm was severed, such a prodigy like you could be born. At the same realm, you can actually fight me."

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A dark figure let out a laugh, then retreated backward, vanishing into the bloody mist.


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Zhang Ruochin's heart was also filled with doubt. His eyes narrowed, and he immediately followed him.


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But soon he was back on solid ground, letting out a soft sigh and looking up. The world around him had changed completely; he was no longer in the herb garden.




It seems I just crossed a spatial barrier.




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