The blazing sun s.h.i.+ned upon a long and narrow valley. On the two hills surrounding this valley, there were strange tall plants. Their appearance was like a cactus, but they were all ash-gray in color.

About 800 miles away from this valley, there was a puddle formed by the acc.u.mulation of sewage. Countless fragments of the magic clothing could not be seen, as well as the remains of some unknown demon beast.

On the hillside on the side of the valley, under a few strange plants that were over a hundred feet tall like cactus, was an extremely simple stone house made of mountain rocks. In front of him sat a sickly young man who appeared to be twenty-seven or eight years old, sitting on a bamboo chair.

This youth's face was a bit pale, and his hands were wrapped around a long grey leather robe. In front of him, over thirty cultivators were gathered.

"One Energy Recovery Pill costs twenty low-grade spirit stones. Fellow cultivator, your price is truly a bit too low." At this moment, these 30 plus cultivators were all cursing in anger, and there were even a few cultivators who angrily spat on the ground.

However, this sickly looking young man seemed to have long gotten used to this kind of sight. After waiting for some people to finish cursing, he faintly smiled and said: "Everyone, just like the thing before the dome of heaven was destroyed, these things are all rare and precious. I believe that everyone should be very clear that there is no 'Energy Recovery Pill' within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers. Right now, this is my price, so there might be a possibility that the entire Profound Sky Continent and other places have higher prices than mine. "

"But your price is really too high. Now that the sky above our Profound Sky Continent has shattered, we cultivators should be supporting each other. How can we take this opportunity to earn spirit stones?" A middle-aged cultivator said indignantly.

"If you really think my pills are too expensive, then I have another way. As long as you hand over two treasures of middle grade or higher, I can guarantee that you will be brought to a safe location." The sickly young man smiled and said, "According to what I know, the Immortal Path has set up a gathering place for cultivators less than 30,000 kilometers away from here. Once we get there, it will be absolutely safe to transfer to the cities controlled by the other sects. "

"Two treasures of spirit rank or higher!" "Fellow Daoist, you're asking for too much!"

"Fellow Daoist, even if we gave you two mid grade spirit rank magic treasures, what kind of guarantee would you have that we would be able to safely reach an area controlled by the Immortal Sect?"

Some sickly young men were about to answer the questions of the surrounding people, but suddenly, they tilted their heads and looked towards the sky on the left.

He saw that a dozen or so beams of light suddenly descended from the clouds to the left and landed in the valley.

This group of cultivators were mostly sword cultivators with long swords on their backs, and they gave off a valiant aura. The one leading them was a gloomy, square-faced cultivator wearing black leather armor with a dark green sword on his back.

As this wave of sword cultivators descended, the thirty or so cultivators that were originally present felt their hearts tremble. This was because the cultivation of these sword cultivators was not low, especially the square-faced cultivator that was the leader.

"To think that someone has made a foothold here."

When this group of ten or so cultivators arrived, they all had expressions of surprise and suspicion.

"Kid, those words that were carved on the ground in the Wasteland, saying that there were Qi Returning Pills, healing pills, and other things for sale here, did you leave them here?" After sweeping a glance at everyone, the square-faced cultivator in the lead arrogantly looked at the sickly young man and said.

"That's right, the markings in every wasteland are left behind by me and my companions." The sickly young man smiled and said: "Everyone, you have come here for a Qi Returning Pill, right? Twenty low-rank soul stones for one."

"Twenty low-rank soul stones for one?" This price is too cheap. " The square-faced cultivator laughed loudly, and the ten or so sword cultivators following him instantly began to laugh wildly as well.

"It seems like fellow Daoists aren't here to do business sincerely." The sickly young man was not angry. He smiled and said: "If the price is too expensive then you should get a fair price."

"Oh, what fair price?" The square-faced cultivator laughed heartily and said to the sickly young man.

"Use your life in exchange." The sickly young man said lightly.

"Use my life in exchange, I think you should give me your life and all the Energy Recovery Pills!" The square-faced cultivator laughed out madly. The flying sword on his back suddenly turned into a huge black python that flew towards the sickly young man. The thirty or so cultivators who were originally present immediately became pale and they all tried to avoid him.

The sickly young man smiled but did not move. A streak of red light suddenly shot out from the simple and crude stone house behind the young man. "Crack!" The black python was instantly smashed into pieces. The crazy laughter of the square-faced cultivator suddenly stopped. He looked at his chest in disbelief.

A basin-sized hole appeared on his chest, and his body almost broke into two pieces.

Immediately after, this square-faced cultivator's throat was filled with a few sounds as he fell backwards onto the ground without any signs of life.

"Clang!"

Behind this square-faced cultivator, a sword cultivator wearing a green magic robe had just taken out his flying sword when his head was struck off by a flash of red light coming from the simple little stone house. The flying sword fell to the ground and the headless corpse shook for a moment before falling to the ground.

In an instant, all of the sword cultivators present had no expression on their faces, while the other cultivators also had expressions of shock as they looked at the small stone house behind the sickly young man.

In the eyes of these cultivators, this sickly young man, who only had a cultivation of two levels of the Perception Realm, suddenly became terrifying.

"If you really want to do business with me, my companions and I will naturally offer a price for it. If you don't want to do business with us, then you can only exchange your life for it like this man did." The sickly young man continued to smile, and pointed at the stone house behind him, "Just now, you all asked me what guarantee I have for sending you to a safe place, and my third brother promised."

"Brother Liu, what do you think?"

"Why don't we use our magical equipment …"

After that, the ten or so sword cultivators were still in a daze, while the thirty or so cultivators that had gathered here were already tempted. Judging from the might of the two rays of light from the unrevealed cultivator, they were at least at the second level of the Aurous Core stage.

Suddenly, at this moment, the sickly young man who was smiling suddenly stopped and turned his head away.

A short-haired cultivator suddenly walked out from the small stone room behind him.

This was a tall, calm, middle-aged cultivator. His hair was scarlet red, and stood up straight, like burning flames. He wore a dark golden magic robe, and his chest, back, and other vital areas were covered with numerous cloud shaped runes.

Streams of crimson red spiritual energy were emitted from this person's body, condensing into the shape of a crimson divine furnace above his head.

The roiling flames above the crimson-red divine furnace were like many real flames.

"Third level of the Aurous Core stage!"

When one cultivator saw this person's cultivation level, all of the cultivators present sucked in a breath of cold air. This person's cultivation level was actually higher than everyone's imagination. He was actually a third level Aurous Core stage cultivator!

"Third brother, what's wrong?" The sickly young man immediately stood up and asked when he saw this cultivator with an extraordinary bearing and short hair walk out.

The short-haired cultivator said nothing, only staring at the sky in front of him. In a short moment, a streak of light appeared in everyone's line of sight, flying towards them.

Tens of cultivators rushed over.

The leader was a young man in green clothes and a red-faced man.

"Senior!"

As if he had just seen the green-robed young man in the lead, the red-haired cultivator from the stone house immediately trembled and bowed towards the green-robed young man from afar.

"Senior?" Seeing this scene, the sickly young man and all of the cultivators present also had shocked expressions.

This green-robed young man that came flying over from the sky looked very ordinary, and the spiritual energy around his body was not obvious.

However, the tens of cultivators following behind him all had looks of reverence on their faces.

"Did you leave behind those words that were carved in every corner of the wasteland? "You were cultivators from the He Sect?" The green-robed young man and all of the cultivators following him landed. The green-robed young man looked at the third level of the Aurous Core stage red-haired cultivator and asked.

"We were once cultivators of the Mystic Wolf, and we are from a small group of rogue cultivators in the Ling Xiao City." The red-haired cultivator was filled with reverence, bowing as he spoke.

"This place isn't safe. With your cultivation, even if powerful Monstrous Beasts pa.s.s by, you might not be able to escape." The azure-robed youth swept the red-haired cultivator with his gaze. "Since you dare to stay here and casually leave behind words to lure people here to do business, you definitely have a way to safely escape. What are you relying on?"

"To tell you the truth, we, Xuan Lang, already have a Teleportation Formation before we reach this mountain. Once we reach that place, we'll be safe in an area controlled by the Ascension Sect."

"What? So there's a teleportation formation in this mountain?!" When the surrounding cultivators heard this, they immediately cried out in their hearts.

"The Immortal Sect controls an area. Where are the locations?" The young man in the green tunic asked.

"In that direction." The red-haired cultivator immediately pointed to the west.

This scene was extremely strange. A third level Jindan Stage cultivator was facing an ordinary looking young man with an extraordinary demeanor. It was just like an ordinary disciple meeting his master in front of him.

"Sky ruptures …" "Originally, all of the hidden talents and extraordinary talents have emerged. Who would've thought that even an ordinary rogue cultivator organization would have a third level Aurous Core stage cultivator." The green-clothed youth continued to speak, but this sentence seemed to be to himself.

After muttering to himself with a sigh, the green-robed youth glanced at the red-haired cultivator and said, "I don't care what you did before. Next, if any cultivators rush over, you can do your best to send them to a safe location. Unless there is a powerful demonic beast in transit and the teleportation nexus cannot be preserved, you can leave … As for the benefits, I will give you some. "

"Thank you, senior!"

This short, scarlet-haired Jindan Stage cultivator took a deep breath and immediately bowed as though he had received a great deal of understanding. "Junior will do as you say."

The green-robed young man didn't say anything. He pointed his hand forward and a storage bag appeared in front of the Aurous Core stage cultivator.

"If you want to go to the area controlled by the Immortal Path, follow me there. If there's no accident, I can send you there safely." After the green-robed young man pointed at the treasury, he said this to the cultivators behind him.

"Thank you, senior …" This junior dares, Senior, is your surname Wei? " The short, scarlet-haired Jindan Stage cultivator couldn't help but ask with a trembling voice as he received the storage pouch. His forehead was covered in sweat.

"What? Have you seen me before?" Otherwise, you wouldn't know that my surname is Wei with just my cultivation. " The green-robed youth's eyebrows slightly moved as he looked at this cultivator.

"I am honored to meet you in Heavenly Sword City today and witness your divine might." Upon hearing the green-robed young man's words, the short, crimson hair of the Jindan Stage cultivator immediately began to tremble from head to toe as he spoke with extreme respect.

"So that's how it is... Since you know about it, even if you do things for me and guard this place, if someone that you cannot deal with comes to make things difficult for you, you can just say my name. However, if you do not do as I say, you should know the consequences. " The green-robed young man glanced at the cultivator and said.

"Junior knows. Junior will bring senior to the magical formation now." The red-haired cultivator immediately bowed once more, then turned and walked towards the small stone room behind him.

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