Chapter 1589: Chapter 587: Nascent Soul War, Heading North_3

“You’re greatly mistaken! Do you not know whom those four represent? They are from the Mo Luo Sect, Penglai Immortal Sect, and the Canghai Righteous Alliance!”

“According to what you said, does the alliance of Blood Nightmare True Master and True Master Ji Yuan mean that the Mo Luo Sect and the Penglai Immortal Sect have joined forces to deal with the Canghai Alliance?”

“It looks like you’re not so dim after all! In truth, the Outer World has long been in upheaval.”

“I am aware of that. True Master Mu Lan is one of the strongest forces of the Canghai Alliance, tasked with guarding the southeast gateway. His fall on Coldlight Island has left the southeast vulnerable. The Mo Luo Sect’s three great leaders joined forces, leading their powers to capture territory within merely half a month.”

“Didn’t the Canghai Alliance react at all?”

“What reaction could there be? The Post-Nascent Cultivators are in Closed-Door Cultivation aiming for the Divine Transformation Stage, and then there’s the Penglai Immortal Sect, which crossed the sea and launched a surprise attack on the Canghai Alliance from behind. At this moment, the Canghai Alliance is too busy with its own trouble to do anything but contract its sphere of influence.”

“No, I’m asking about that Divine Transformation Great Power!”

“That, I do not know. To be honest, whether they be Divine Transformation Great Powers, Nascent Soul True Masters, or Golden Core Ascendant Masters, what we know is all hearsay. As for the specifics, who really knows?”

“Speaking of which, before the Nascent Soul War, there was yet another legendary battle among Golden Core masters on Coldlight Island. Not many people know of this, it was a good friend of mine, who serves at the Han Li Sect, who told me about it over drinks.”

“Oh? Do tell?”

Compared to the beings at the Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation stage, the Golden Core Period is still somewhat closer to these Qi Refinement Cultivators.

The one asked, his face flushed red, it was uncertain whether from drinking too much or from the excitement brought about by everyone’s anticipation.

He sipped his drink, proudly saying, “This battle, you see, begins with a Demon Path high-ranking master known as Demon King Qingyang…”

…

Below the tavern, there lies a pharmacy.

Named Langya.

While the quality of its medicinal herbs wasn’t all that impressive, the variety was quite complete.

Not all ships from the North Sea are manned by Immortal Cultivators; they often recruit a large number of Mortal warriors.

These Mortal warriors, travelling south and confronting the north along with the merchant ships, are strong and healthy, but within the complex maritime environment, they do occasionally fall ill.

The high-and-mighty Cultivator Lords certainly wouldn’t waste their Qi Power curing these Mortals.

At most, they would let them go ashore to purchase medicine for treatment when the ships dock.

For this reason, any herb shop situated at a strategic port must ensure a fully-stocked inventory.

From Immortal Cultivators to Mortals, they cater to all.

At this moment, a hunched man with a jaundiced complexion stood at the doorway, his expression blank.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

“Sir, here are the herbs you ordered, all prepared.”

The man took several large packages and placed them into his Storage Bag.

He coughed.

“Thank you, shopkeeper.”

The shopkeeper sighed, “No thanks necessary. Lately, with the intensifying battles between the Righteous and the Demons, many of our supply channels have been cut off. Some of the precious herbs you wanted, which are usually available, cannot be replenished for now.”

The man’s brows raised slightly, probing, “Shopkeeper, it seems you know a bit more?”

“This little old one has been staying in this town all along; where would I know more from… cough cough, although, I might know some things!”

What caused the shopkeeper’s attitude to shift was a Medium Grade Spirit Stone that the man handed over.

He welcomed the man into the back courtyard of the pharmacy for a detailed discussion.

It wasn’t until dusk that the jaundiced man emerged.

The man walked slowly, leaving the town’s main street and meandering along the shoreline at a leisurely pace.

The sound of the waves was constant.

Layer upon layer of red tides rolled in, then retreated with a whooshing sound.

The beach was left with a thin layer of red algae.

Red Tide Port got its name from these red tides formed by the red algae.

“Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, Old Daoist Ji Yuan, Feileng Fairy, the three early-stage Nascent Soul True Masters joined forces against Middle Stage Nascent Soul Mu Lan Gaoxiong, and they actually won!”

“Not only did they win, but even the opponent’s Nascent Soul failed to escape.”

“Only a sword light broke free from their control and flew away towards the Far North.”

“Could it be that the sword light was the Pseudo-Spirit Treasure, the Godslayer Sword?”

“The shopkeeper of this pharmacy seems to have quite detailed information. Langya Pharmacy, could it be an enterprise under True Master Langya? Considering the distance, Red Tide Port indeed isn’t far from Langya Mountain.”

“I remember at the Feileng auction, True Master Langya was also invited to attend. He indeed had the opportunity to witness that battle in person. This person, like the Feileng Fairy from Coldlight Island before him, adheres to a neutral stance. But now, as the battle between the Righteous and the Demons intensifies, I’m afraid he cannot remain uninvolved any longer.”

“Even a simple pharmacy shopkeeper under his command knows these insider details; perhaps these were deliberately released by True Master Langya to test the reactions of all parties and to help him decide his next affiliation.”

Suddenly.

The man stopped walking, while the red waves continued to slap against his trousers.

“In that case, this little Red Tide Port is likely to lose its peace in the future.”

A hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Contemplating in his heart, the man gradually quickened his pace until he finally stopped at a cave mansion on a cliff by the sea.

With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the mist of the Array and entered.

Before even stepping inside, he saw a woman sitting cross-legged on a stone bed, struggling to regulate her breathing.

The Spirit Qi around her was converging towards her but most of it wasn’t absorbed; instead it was repelled back.

Feeling the man’s gaze upon her, the woman opened her eyes.

“Lord, I’m afraid Tian Xuan…”

“Don’t worry too much, your injury is severe, but I have temporarily suppressed it. As long as we have sufficient herbs, I can start helping you recover.”

The speaker was one of the subjects previously discussed by those Artifact Refining Cultivators in the tavern–Luo Chen.

He took out a batch of herbs from his Storage Bag, unwrapping them and counting them while frowning in thought.

Tian Xuan sat on the bed, quietly watching this scene.

This time fleeing, she had not fought much, even less so than Black King’s brief appearance, but in the final moments, she made a critical contribution.

Under full force, she performed her technique, which was uniquely suited for her, to the utmost limit.

In one day and night, she covered Ninety Thousand Miles!

Afterward, regardless of the consequences, she traveled another day and night, finally shaking off the pursuit of the Master of Hundred Craft Mountain.

The cost, however, was damage to her foundation and a significant regression in her Dao Cultivation.

The Realm she now displayed was merely at the Second Order Late Period!

This was also the reason for her previous despair.

However, with Luo Chen’s assurance, Tian Xuan still held a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Seeing Luo Chen’s furrowed brow and the atmosphere turning heavy, she became a bit impatient and couldn’t help but speak up, “Lord, are there pursuers coming after us?”

“No.”

Luo Chen shook his head, assessing Tian Xuan’s condition.

“That Master of Hundred Craft Mountain has already moved ahead of us, you don’t need to worry.”

“But you…”

“What I am considering is another matter.”

Luo Chen’s hand movements came to a halt.

He finally made up his mind.

“We have to leave this place.”

“Where to?”

Luo Chen said seriously, “Northwards, to the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering!”