Upon arriving at the Wuzhu City’s grand plaza, after paying a teleportation fee of ten thousand gold coins, a booming sound from a Formation resounded, and Qian Duoduo along with the Zeng Family siblings arrived in Kongfang City.
Qian Duoduo feigned a three-tenths curiosity, surveying the area around the City Lord’s Mansion Plaza.
It had to be said, after experiencing the prosperity of Wuzhu City, looking at Kongfang City indeed felt a bit shabby.
The City Lord’s Mansion and the high mountain where the City Lord resided, which had once greatly shocked Qian Duoduo, seemed too ordinary when compared to the buildings and mountains in Wuzhu City.
Facai City, as the center of the Upper Road, was bound to be even more prosperous than Wuzhu City.
Since Qian Duoduo was impersonating a Cultivator from Facai City, he had to show a hint of disdain when he saw Kongfang City.
“Which one is the teleportation array to Ba Ling Sect?”
Qian Duoduo glanced at the plaza, asking knowingly.
Zeng Ruohai’s five fingers clenched into a fist, feeling a bit angry at Qian Duoduo’s pretentious question.
Zeng Zifang smiled and replied, “There isn’t a direct teleportation array. We can take a Winged Vehicle, which will allow us to overlook the magnificent scenery of our Ba Ling Sect from above.”
Exiting the East Gate, Zeng Zifang took out a Winged Vehicle.
She sat in the front, while Qian Duoduo and Zeng Ruohai sat in the back.
Zeng Ruohai kept looking outside, showing no intention of speaking to Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo leaned back in his seat, glanced outside twice, then closed his eyes to meditate, practicing the newly acquired Cultivation Technique, Soul Blade, in his mind.
“Our Qian Duoduo is someone who has seen great mountains and seas; how could he be interested in the small mountains and rivers of the Lower Road?”
Qian Duoduo’s nonchalant attitude, on the contrary, dispelled the Zeng Family siblings’ impulse to directly kill him and seize his goods.
A few days later, Zeng Zifang’s helpless voice reached Qian Duoduo’s ears.
“Brother Qian, we’ve arrived.”
Opening his eyes, the Winged Vehicle had already landed in front of a massive Sect.
To call it a Sect, it was actually shaped like a gaping maw.
This gaping maw was a head taller and a section wider than the Refining Spirit Sect’s Sect gate.
Behind the Sect gate was a raised mountain, shaped like a person’s lips, not very tall but extremely wide.
This should be the Lip Peak mentioned in the Jade Slip, and behind it was the Nose Peak.
To the sides behind the Nose Peak were the Eye Peak and Eyebrow Peak.
Further in the distance were the Left Ear Peak and Right Ear Peak.
The Eight Peaks’ summits were all covered in snow.
Connecting the images of the snow, it clearly formed the head of a giant.
Qian Duoduo suddenly thought to himself, “If it really is a giant, then who cut off this giant’s head? And how high would this giant’s Cultivation be?”
His dazed expression was seen by Zeng Zifang and Zeng Ruohai.
Zeng Ruohai’s chest puffed out again, and his hands were clasped behind his back.
“A remote and desolate place, Brother Qian must be laughing at us.”
Zeng Zifang pursed her lips.
“No! Our Ba Ling Sect has an impressive Aura, and it’s a place of outstanding people!”
Putting away the Winged Vehicle, Zeng Zifang and Zeng Ruohai walked into the Sect.
Qian Duoduo hesitated for a moment, then also walked in; just as he reached the entrance, a terrifying force locked onto him, threatening to instantly kill him if he took another step.
“Zeng Zifang, are you trying to harm me with the Sect’s Formation?”
Qian Duoduo immediately stopped.
Zeng Zifang let out a cry of surprise, ran back, and shouted up at the Sect gate:
“Elder Fu, this is my guest.”
She pretended it was an accident, but Qian Duoduo knew she was doing it on purpose, using the Sect’s Formation to suppress him.
From above the gaping maw, an old man flew down, with a square head and large ears, his Cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Although Elder Fu was in front of Qian Duoduo, the Formation had not been removed.
“What kind of guest?”
Elder Fu’s voice was cold, showing no regard for Zeng Zifang’s Face.
“This is a spirit merchant I painstakingly invited from the Upper Road.”
Zeng Zifang’s Face fell.