1368 Fighting Three Immortal Lords In Front of Dripping Blood Cliff
At this moment, he took out the golden jade slips one by one.

“The bloodline technique of the Murong family!”

The elderly man named Murong Zhuo stood up.

The others were equally excited.

After receiving the jade slips from Han Muye, everyone’s expressions changed.

After a long time, they looked at Han Muye.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal.”

“Our Murong family’s bloodline is unbroken; please allow us to pay our respects.”

The few of them straightened their clothes and bowed to Han Muye.

Even though they were powerful individuals, they couldn’t protect their own bloodlines.

Now, the person in front of them had acted to safeguard their bloodline, which was naturally worthy of this respect.

Moreover, being able to travel thousands of miles to assist Mu Rong’s family towards the desolate wilderness showed such loyalty.

Many of the other elders reached out to take the jade slip and read the information within.

“You’re Yunlan Sword Immortal!”

“You’re protecting the Murong family alone with a sword. I can’t believe there’s such a person like you among the sword immortals in the world!”

One by one, the elders stood up.

Han Muye nodded.

“In the mortal world, I once received Senior Murong Zheng’s favor, so I have a connection with the Murong family.”

No one would help without reason.

He, Han Muye, had saved the Murong family to repay Murong Zheng’s favor and for his own Dao.

“Murong Zheng…” Beside Murong Zhuo, an old man shook his head and said in a low voice, “Unfortunately, we are still…”

He stopped talking.

The others looked at each other and did not say anything else.

After getting to know the Murong family, Han Muye was quickly accepted in the cave.

Hearing everyone’s words, he understood the current situation of Dripping Blood Cliff even more.

The pressure on the entire Dripping Blood Cliff was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Murong Zhuo and the others had been maintaining the grand formation, and they were nearing exhaustion.

Without new cultivators to replenish their strength, they wouldn’t last more than half a month.

“The Dao Sect holds this place, and we old folks have come here to die,” Murong Zhuo said with a hint of desolation on his face.

Everyone knew the methods of the Dao Sect when it came to dealing with unruly forces, but they couldn’t resist.

Fortunately, the array only needed to be maintained for seven days. When the Heaven Suppression Golden Plate was fully activated, more cultivators would arrive, allowing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Yes, when reinforcements arrive, I can propose that the cultivators from Dripping Blood Cliff return to the Fuyu Immortal Realm,” Han Muye said to the Murong family members, speaking softly.

So many masters of the Murong clan had come to Dripping Blood Cliff, and it was a pity that there were only so few of them left.

Han Muye’s words made the Murong family members look confused.

They did not know if they would still have the chance to return to the Fuyu Immortal Realm.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. At the end of the third day, Han Muye and the others arrived at the hall to exchange for the three Immortal Lords who activated the golden plate.
However, Han Muye, who was about to enter the hall, was stopped by Immortal Lord Miaoyuan, who had come out of seclusion to recuperate.

Immortal Lord Miaoyuan said that Han Muye’s cultivation level was not high enough. If something went wrong when he activated the golden plate, it would be very troublesome.

In the end, Immortal Lord Miaoyuan, Immortal Lord Wuchen, and Immortal Lord Zhuliang stepped into the hall.

When Immortal Lord Wanling and the others emerged from the main hall, their faces were pale, indicating that they had suffered great losses.

After a brief conversation with Han Muye, Immortal Lord Wanling and the others went into seclusion.

Fortunately, the Golden Plate was now fully activated and in communication with the Fuyu Immortal Realm. As long as the final teleportation method was set up, it would be possible to summon powerful cultivators from the Immortal Realm.

Once the Immortal Realm experts arrived, Han Muye’s mission would be almost complete.

Guarding Dripping Blood Cliff afterwards was not his concern.

On the sixth day, Han Muye was awakened from his seclusion.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, I feel that something is not right,” Mu Rong Zhuo found Han Muye and spoke in a solemn tone.

Not right?

When Han Muye followed him into the depths of the cave, his eyes were filled with surprise.

The golden blood drops on the altar had significantly dimmed.

What was going on?

The dimming of this divine light meant that the power of the grand formation had been excessively consumed.

“If this continues, the grand formation won’t last for ten days.”

The elderly man next to Mu Rong Zhuo said in a low voice.

Ten days?

That should be enough.

Han Muye looked up at the golden blood drops and suddenly had a realization.

He turned and walked out, and as soon as he reached the outer hall, he heard shouts from inside.