Deep within the mountain range.
A nondescript valley.
The cultivators of the "Star Constellation Sword Alliance" were stationed here.
This time, they had traveled more than thirty thousand li to reach this place. They were not merely over two hundred Golden Core sword cultivators, but also more than three thousand ordinary disciples.
The cultivation levels of these disciples varied.
The more capable ones had reached the "Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment realm."
The less fortunate were only at the "First Layer of Qi Refining realm."
Cultivators at the "First Layer of Qi Refining realm" were the absolute dregs, so why were they brought here? To gather intelligence!
The lower the rank of a cultivator, the less likely they were to attract attention.
The Star Constellation Sword Alliance's calculations were precise. This time, they had brought over two thousand cultivators at the "Qi Refining realm" specifically to gather all sorts of information.
These two thousand low-level cultivators were gathered around the periphery of the valley, noisy and frequently quarreling.
Where there are people, there is the martial world!
"Han Mo, you brat, stop right there!"
A burly man with a face full of scars, followed by several boisterous younger followers, shouted at a young man with an ordinary appearance, medium height, and unremarkable aura.
The ordinary young man's name was Han Mo. He was a common servant disciple of the "Star Constellation Sword Alliance." His aptitude was mediocre. After three years of diligent cultivation, he was only at the "Second Layer of Qi Refining realm."
Han Mo, true to his name, was always taciturn. Coupled with his lack of money, power, or connections, people often bullied him.
The rough, burly man, along with three or five of his followers, quickly blocked Han Mo's path.
The rough, burly man sneered.
"Han Mo, I heard you came into a little fortune recently!"
Although Han Mo's aptitude was average, his personality was resolute, and his mind was meticulous, making him good at his tasks. Ever since the "Star Constellation Sword Alliance" higher-ups issued the command to "gather intelligence," Han Mo had been working diligently.
Effort bears fruit!
After a period of hard work, Han Mo finally uncovered a valuable piece of information.
"The cultivator refining the Town Mansion Stone Tablet of the Yun family is not very strong. He cannot truly activate the Town Mansion Stone Tablet!"
This information was extremely useful!
In the context of the Immortal Mansion ruins, the "Town Mansion Stone Tablet" was the main control, while the "Eastern Star Chart" was the backup switch. Since the "Town Mansion Stone Tablet" could not function to its full capacity, the "Eastern Star Chart" could display its might!
Heh heh...
The first day of the fourth lunar month was the Immortal Sect Gathering!
At that time, the big shots of the "Star Constellation Sword Alliance" only needed to reveal the "Eastern Star Chart" to easily control the entire Immortal Mansion ruins!
The higher-ups were very pleased and casually rewarded Han Mo with ten "Qi Gathering Pills."
Han Mo received the "Qi Gathering Pills," but before they could even warm his hand, he was surrounded by the rough, burly man and his gang.
"What do you want?"
Han Mo frowned and asked in a deep voice.
The rough, burly man sneered.
"We don't want anything much. We heard you received a reward. Heh heh, it's not much, just give me ten of your Qi Gathering Pills!"
Upon hearing this, Han Mo's pupils contracted violently, and a sharp glint erupted in his eyes.
Ten "Qi Gathering Pills"?
The rough, burly man dared to demand such an exorbitant price!
Han Mo had only received a total of ten "Qi Gathering Pills," and the rough, burly man was trying to "snatch them all."
The rough, burly man glared, unleashing the pressure of the "Great Perfection of Qi Refining realm."
"Brat, you dare glare at me? You're asking for a beating!"
The opponent's oppressive aura was too strong. Han Mo stumbled back three steps before managing to steady himself.
His face turned incredibly grim.
At this moment, the followers around the rough, burly man all displayed their "cannon fodder attributes," mocking Han Mo incessantly.
"Han kid, hurry up and hand over the Qi Gathering Pills!"
"Han kid, our Brother Hu asking you for Qi Gathering Pills is doing you a favor!"
"Han kid, a trash like you, offending our Brother Hu, do you not want to live anymore!"
...
Facing the "shouting and insults" from everyone, Han Mo's face darkened.
His fists were clenched tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh, and blood slowly dripped down...
After an unknown period of time, Han Mo looked up again. His expression became incredibly calm, his gaze indifferent.
Han Mo expressionlessly took out the ten "Qi Gathering Pills" and handed them to the rough, burly man.
The rough, burly man laughed heartily, cursed him as "trash," and then swaggered away with his followers!
Watching the rough, burly man's retreating back, Han Mo clenched his fists tightly again!
Do not bully a young man when he is poor!
One day, one day... you will regret this!
"Han Mo, Han Mo, what are you standing around for? You look foolish, be more alert!"
Suddenly, an arrogant voice interrupted Han Mo's contemplation.
Han Mo turned to look. At some unknown time, a middle-aged man in purple robes had appeared beside him. The middle-aged man's face was oily, his eyes narrow, exuding an air of greasy arrogance.
The purple-robed middle-aged man looked down at Han Mo.
Han Mo did not dare to be negligent and quickly bowed to the purple-robed middle-aged man.
"Steward Zhou!"
The purple-robed middle-aged man's head was held high, his face full of arrogance. He let out a disdainful snort from his nostrils.
"Follow me. The Grand Sect Master wishes to see you!"
The Grand Sect Master? True Person Green Flood Dragon!
That was a figure of supreme authority, a "figure in the clouds"!
Why would such a "big shot" want to see him, a mere servant disciple?
"Steward Zhou, may I know why the Grand Sect Master is looking for me?"
The purple-robed middle-aged man glared, his expression full of arrogance and disdain, as if speaking to Han Mo would lower his status. He said unhappily.
"Remember your lowly status. Don't ask what you shouldn't!"
Feeling the contempt and scorn from the purple-robed middle-aged man, Han Mo did not say more. He lowered his head, his fists clenching even tighter!
Lowly... humiliation... Star Constellation Sword Alliance... heh heh...
Led by the purple-robed middle-aged man, Han Mo passed through layers of guards and successfully arrived at the center of the valley.
The periphery of the valley was barren and dim, with very few weeds, truly a desolate place.
However, the center of the valley was a completely different world.
The harsh cold of winter did not affect this place at all. The howling north wind was blocked by a formation. Inside the valley, it was as warm as spring, with flowers in full bloom and clear springs gurgling, a scene of immortal splendor.
At this moment, seven sect leaders were drinking and chatting.
Each of them held a beautiful woman in their arms, enjoying fine wine and delicacies, as happy as gods!
As the purple-robed middle-aged man entered the valley, he seemed to transform instantly. His originally arrogant demeanor completely vanished, and his head, which had been held high to the sky, naturally lowered.
He bowed and scraped towards the seven sect leaders, like a fawning dog, constantly trying to appease them.
"Esteemed Sect Masters, I have brought Han Mo!"
The leading True Person Green Flood Dragon casually waved his hand, signaling the purple-robed middle-aged man to retreat. Just as the purple-robed middle-aged man disdained to speak with Han Mo, True Person Green Flood Dragon also disdained to speak with the purple-robed middle-aged man.
The purple-robed middle-aged man dared not show any dissatisfaction and quickly retreated. As he passed by Han Mo, he became arrogant again, raising his head and glancing at Han Mo.
Han Mo sneered in his heart.
The big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimp...
Heh heh, I am that shrimp...