“Sister Mu Jin, congratulations on cultivating to the Heaven Realm.
“I’m willing to serve you in the Green Wheat Mountain.”
Another voice sounded, much softer than the previous deep muffled sound.
Mu Jin did not reply. She only raised her hand and led the jade belt to appear a hundred kilometers away.
Han Muye looked down. Below was a stretch of black stone and black soil.
This was a black swamp for a hundred miles.
Above the swamp, the rising gray and black fog revealed all kinds of poisonous insects and evil birds flying.
There wasn’t a single plant here.
No wonder Mu Jin did not entrust the Wood Demons to Black Chief.
Many Wood Demons would have died here.
At this moment, several figures stood in the sky above Blackstone Beach.
On one side was a thin black-robed middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man restrained his aura, and a golden light swirled in his eagle eyes.
On the other side was a young female cultivator in a white dress. Behind her were several people in green robes and white robes.
Although there were many of them, their auras were weaker.
He was immediately suppressed by the middle-aged man with eagle eyes.
“Immortal Han!”
When Han Muye and the others arrived, the two parties turned to look.
Behind the white-dressed woman, someone exclaimed.
Han Muye looked over and chuckled. “What a coincidence. Fairy Luo is also here.”
Luo Xiaoyu. Frozen World, Luo Xiaoyu.
An elite of the younger generation of the Spiritual Dao Sect, her cultivation level was at the first level of the Earth Realm, and her ice-type Dao technique could be said to be peerless.
Back on Cloud Nest Ridge, Han Muye had fought alongside her.
Of course, Han Muye’s sharpness was not something Luo Xiaoyu could compare to.
Whether it was Luo Xiaoyu or the other elites of the younger generation, they all recognized Han Muye as the number one among the younger generation of the Western Frontier.
He did not mean to deliberately cause trouble, but it could be seen that Han Muye’s combat strength and sword cultivation were indeed superior to his peers.
“This is the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Immortal Han?” Hearing Luo Xiaoyu’s words, the white-dressed female cultivator’s eyes lit up. She sized up Han Muye and said, “Sister Xiaoyu often says that you’re the best in the Western Frontier.”
Number one in the Western Frontier?
This is flattery, isn’t it?
Luo Xiaoyu looked anxious and lowered her head in silence.
On the other side, the middle-aged man with eagle eyes snorted.
He also had a sword hanging from his waist.
“Sister Mu, it’s good that you’re here. Ying Yang insisted on monopolizing Blackstone Beach. Tell me, is it fair?”
The white-dressed female cultivator looked at Mu Jin with a smile on her face and said softly, “You killed Black Chief, so this Blackstone Beach should obviously be yours.”
Hearing her words, Ying Yang raised his eyes and narrowed them. A sharp aura rose from his body.
“Lu Lingzi, do you mean that you’re willing to withdraw and give me this Blackstone beach?” Mu Jin looked at the white-dressed female cultivator and said calmly.
Her words stunned the white-dressed female cultivator, Lu Lingzi.
A green-robed old man standing behind Lu Lingzi took a step forward and said in a deep voice, “Grandmaster Mu Jin, there’s something that my Spiritual Dao Sect has been searching for for a long time in this Blackstone Beach.”
Grandmaster was a respectful title for the Heaven Realm.
Generally speaking, Earth Realm cultivators were called Great Cultivators. When they reached the Heaven Realm, they were called Great Venerables.
The old man’s aura was solemn. He was already half-step into the Heaven Realm.
No wonder Lu Lingzi dared to compete with Ying Yang. It turned out that she had the backing of an expert from the Spiritual Dao Sect.
This Spiritual Dao Sect expert dared to speak to Mu Jin like this because he could tell that Mu Jin had just broken through and was far from being able to unleash her Heaven Realm combat strength.
Of course, with his identity as a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator, he was indeed not afraid of a Heaven Realm demon from the Western Frontier.
The Spiritual Dao Sect had a third-level Nascent Soul Myriad Transformation Sage.
A great demon that had just entered the Heaven Realm would probably not even be able to survive a single encounter with the Myriad Transformation Sage.
Mu Jin did not look at the old man but turned to look at Ying Yang. “Ying Yang, I promised Fellow Daoist Han and the others to come to the Blackstone Beach and show them the vestiges of the battle between Sword Master Yuan Tian and the cultivators from the outside world.
“Blackstone Beach. If you want it, just take it.”
This place was not suitable for wood demons to cultivate.
On the way here, Mu Jin had already told Han Muye and Lin Shen that it was good to take Black Chief’s treasure.
He was a half-step Heaven Realm demon who had cultivated for thousands of years and was in Green Wheat Mountain that was filled with treasures. Of course, there were many good things.
Most importantly, there were remnants of the battle of the great cultivators here. Many places were filled with strange dangers.
When Black Chief occupied this place, he relied on many dangerous places to block the spying of the other half-step Heaven Realm experts.
Hearing Mu Jin’s words, Lu Lingzi frowned slightly, but Ying Yang remained affectionate. He said indifferently, “Taking Black Chief’s treasure depends on one’s ability.”
With that, his body shook, and the shadow of a golden goshawk appeared behind him. Then, he turned into nothingness.
“Boom—”
It wasn’t until he left that a rumble sounded.
This was the roar that came when he was too fast and shattered the spatial shackles.
This speed made everyone look solemn.
A strange expression flashed across Han Muye’s face.
It wasn’t because of the speed, but because of the aura he felt from Ying Yang.
“Ying Yang is right. Let’s rely on our own abilities.”
Mu Jin said calmly and raised her hand to guide Han Muye and Lin Shen deeper into Blackstone Beach.
“Senior Brother Zhang Zidong, after this Mu Jin transcends the Heavenly Tribulation, I’m afraid she’ll have the final say in the future,” Lu Lingzi said softly as he watched Mu Jin and the others leave.
The half-step Heaven Realm Daoist shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
“Mu Jin, Han Muye of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. This Green Wheat Mountain is really a good place.”
With that, he took a step forward and turned into nothingness.
Similarly, there was a roar.
His speed was actually not much slower than Ying Yang’s.
….
Han Muye, Mu Jin, and the others didn’t fly for long before they saw a pit in front of them.