← 百炼成仙

第三百九十四章 混元长老

"Ah, this…" Mixed Essence Elder extended his finger and lightly tapped on the table. In his heart, he had his own considerations.

The Moon Ink Clan indeed had a grudge against the Qin Clan, but these wraiths were not good either. As they say, those who are not of our kind must have different hearts; collaborating with them is like trying to skin a tiger.

Though this was in his mind, his expression was entirely different on the surface. He bowed slightly and said, "Thank Your Imperial Majesty Ghost for your kindness. Personally, I am willing to cooperate with you, but such matters are significant. As the Great Elder, I cannot make decisions alone; I need to consult with the witchmasters of each tribe."

"Of course, but the situation is urgent, so I can't wait too long," Emperor Ghost raised his head and reminded in a low voice.

"I understand Your Majesty's concerns. I have it under control."

After a few more words, Emperor Ghost got up to take leave.

Mixed Essence Elder also politely saw him off.

However, when they reached an unoccupied corner, the playful expression on Emperor Ghost's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a gloomy one. He turned his head and glanced at some place in Sky Star Palace, his eyes flashing with greed.

Meanwhile, inside the quiet room, Mixed Essence Elder's expression was serious as he clapped his hands. A tall and thin witchmaster with a horse-like face came into the room.

He bowed respectfully: "Elder, what instructions do you have?"

"Order some of the outer gate disciples to keep an eye on Emperor Ghost."

"Outer gate disciples?" The horse-faced witchmaster was surprised. Outer gate disciples were ordinary people without spirit roots who served as errand boys for the witchmasters.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Elder, are you sure about this? Should we really send those outer gate disciples?"

"Fool! What do you think of them? Emperor Ghost is at the same level as me. Even if it were a condensation core stage witchmaster, his divine sense would still escape detection. It's better to use ordinary people for this; they are less likely to arouse suspicion."

"I see now, subordinates understand," the horse-faced cultivator bowed respectfully and stepped back.

"Old Ghost, do you really think I don't know your purpose here?" Mixed Essence Elder sneered at him.

Lin Xuan, after escaping, immediately returned to the inn without hesitation. He broke through the restrictions and entered his room. Lin Xuan felt his legs go weak as he collapsed onto the bed.

How close it was!

Why would Emperor Ghost come here?

He had destroyed the teleportation array, so how could he have broken through from outside the Quine Yin Mountains?

It was possible, but this place was dangerous. With his power comparable to a golden core cultivator, if he gritted his teeth and charged in, it wasn't impossible.

But what was his purpose here?

Lin Xuan quickly shook his head. This had nothing to do with him; no matter what, he couldn't have come for an insignificant person like me.

It seemed that Ghost City had fallen. Even as a high-ranking ghost emperor, he wouldn't venture deep into the heart of Youzhou alone.

To be honest, seeing this dangerous figure, Lin Xuan even considered leaving. If he were discovered, there would be no place to die in peace.

Though his heart was filled with fear, Lin Xuan still suppressed his impulse. Without a map, even if he wanted to leave, it would only lead to death. Besides, the spirit herbs hadn't been obtained yet; leaving now would bring regret for life.

After careful consideration, he decided to stay and take the risk. The temptation of those spirit herbs was too great.

However, Lin Xuan didn't dare go out again. He stayed quietly in the inn, resting. Nothing happened overnight, and on the next day, the witchcraft conference officially began.

First came a series of rituals honoring ancestors, hosted by several elders from the Quine Moon Clan.

Lin Xuan's eyes moved as he looked at these old fellows. A chill ran down his spine; the Quine Moon Clan indeed had many spirit masters in the dantian stage among their members, especially that man right in the middle, who was at the peak of his realm. With a few more years of cultivation, he could enter seclusion and attempt to break through to the golden core realm.

Compared with the Sky Blue Clan, their strength was like night and day.

In fact, besides the Quine Moon Clan, there were still some large tribes that had recovered significantly after several years of rest. The number of witchmasters was on the rise.

The withered leaf watched enviously. According to him, during the Age of Chaos, the Sky Blue Clan was also one of the few major tribes in the Moon Ink Clan, not inferior to the Quine Moon Clan. However, it had suffered heavy losses in its great battle against the Qin Clan.

He placed high hopes on this grand test, hoping Lin Xuan could win several matches so that they could obtain more spirit herbs.

Apart from small clans like the Sky Blue Clan, larger tribes sent multiple participants.

With dozens of tribes combined, nearly a hundred witchmasters were to compete. Their cultivation levels varied; due to age restrictions, there couldn't be any condensation core stage experts.

But ninety percent of them were at the foundation establishment stage, and only a dozen or so flexible spirit stage witchmasters felt embarrassed to take part in the competition. The gap in their cultivation was too great, making success impossible. Rather than risk being thrown off the stage and losing face, these guys simply quit.

Losing once wasn't a big deal; they could come back stronger next time.

Of course, the poor performance of several tribes meant that there were no spirit herbs left for those who hadn't won any matches. They used a lottery system to ensure fairness, as cheating was not allowed during the witchcraft conference.

Several disciples from larger tribes included some formidable figures. Although they didn't have experts at the ultimate realm, several had reached the late foundation establishment stage.

These few were directly skipped in the first round and served as seed players; whoever faced them in the second round would be lucky to escape their wrath.

Lin Xuan looked calmly ahead. Yes, on the first day, the Great Elders of the alliance indeed did not appear, nor was there any trace of Emperor Ghost. As long as these old monsters didn't show up, he wouldn't face exposure.

There were several competition venues with large protective barriers raised. Since Quine Yin Mountains lacked crystals, they didn't use them to set up restrictions but instead had high-level witchmasters standing by, continuously supplying mana.

Light flashed continuously; spirit weapons soared into the sky, and explosions echoed in his ears almost from the start of the competition. It was immediately lively and bustling.

Reading Settings

18px
1.8
65ch
Show Pinyin + Chinese + English