Chaos Spirit Field

The flying boat arrived at the destination after traveling for an hour and a half. Zhao Shanhe estimated that the flying distance was at least tens of thousands of miles. The speed was really impressive. When he had enough money, he would buy one. He didn't know how many spirit stones it would cost.

After everyone got off the flying boat, it instantly became the size of a palm, and Dan Tai Yulong took it into his arms. This is the taste of the world of cultivating immortals, it is so magical.

Cultivating immortality requires endurance of loneliness. Zhao Shanhe couldn't name at least half of the disciples from the Qingniu Sect. The reason was simple: during the Qi Refining stage, everyone was diligently cultivating, only leaving the house when resources were insufficient or bottlenecks were encountered. Time was life, and the earlier the breakthrough, the greater the potential. Cultivators also age, but more slowly than ordinary people.

Monks value freedom, and the purpose of cultivation is to break free from the constraints of nature and become free and unfettered immortals. Sects don't have many requirements for disciples' attire; wearing no clothes is a violation of morals. This trip to the Immortal Grass Secret Realm was a group activity, and everyone wore the sect-issued clothing, simply to avoid infighting.

The Qingniu Sect, and other sects alike, were no exception. Each sect had its own unique style of clothing. The Qingniu Sect wore dark blue robes embroidered with a bull's head. The Tianjian Sect wore white robes embroidered with swords on the front and back. The Heishui Sect had the most beautiful clothing, with black dragon robes. The Lihuo Sect had the most dazzling clothing, with bright red robes embroidered with flames.

The apparel of the disciples of the four first-rate sects was all of the same mid-grade magical instrument level, with decent defensive capabilities. The second-rate sects were a bit better, with uniform clothing. The third-rate and inferior sects had a wide variety of clothing, some even wearing ordinary clothes, simply because their sects were so poor.

Zhao Shanhe sat cross-legged in his own sect's ranks, eyes closed, resting like an old monk in trance. Just then, the disciples from the three sects approached. One of them, clad in a black dragon robe, stepped forward and said, "Are you Zhao Shanhe? My brother tragically died in the beast tide at Ten Thousand Demon Mountain. If you compensate me with a spiritual nourishing herb, I will leave you alone once we enter the Immortal Herb Secret Realm."

Faced with this sudden claim, Zhao Shanhe's face was as cold as ice, and he responded without any fluctuation: "You have said everything, but unfortunately, I don't have the so-called spiritual grass, but I have an unparalleled and peerless spiritual sword in my hand. I wonder if it will suit your taste?" There was a hint of coldness in his words.

After hearing this, the Black Water Sect disciple thought for a moment and replied, "That's fine. Since there are no spiritual herbs, the spiritual sword is also acceptable. Hand it over to me quickly!" There was a hint of urgency and greed in his tone.

However, Zhao Shanhe sneered and said grimly, "Why are you so anxious? When we reach the secret realm of immortal grass, I will naturally present the magic sword to you. But I am worried that your frail neck will not be able to bear this generous gift!" As he said this, a cunning and fierce look flashed in his eyes.

Only then did the man suddenly realize he had been tricked and fooled. He was instantly enraged, his hair standing on end. His face flushed crimson, veins popping out on his forehead, and he angrily shouted, "Zhao Shanhe! You're just a mere ant at the sixth level of Qi Refining, yet you dare to be so arrogant and presumptuous? You're simply tired of living!"

Zhao Shanhe looked around, his eyes firmly fixed on the disciples from the three sects who surrounded him. His voice boomed like a bell, "Why cultivate immortality if you're afraid of death? If you have the ability, you can take my life. Don't make excuses. The beast tide from Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain has nothing to do with me. I never provoke others, but if anyone dares to offend me, I will make them bleed on the spot! The head of the Qingniu Sect is my godfather. In terms of status, I am far more noble than you. The secret realm is a secret realm. Life and death are irrelevant. I wonder what the seniors from the three sects think about this?"

The leader of the Black Water Sect snorted coldly and warned, "Young man, don't be too arrogant."

Zhao Shanhe raised his lips slightly and responded without flinching, "You are still called a young man if you are not aggressive? I would like to ask this senior if he dares to agree. I, Zhao Shanhe, died because of my lack of ability. The Black Water Sect disciples also deserved their death."

At this time, Tan Tai Yu Long spoke up to persuade him, "Shut up. Brother Yun Ming, Zhao Shan He is young and ignorant, and his words are outspoken. Don't take them seriously."

The leader of the Black Water Sect said coldly, "Tan Tai Yulong, if I don't dare to accept this, people will think that the Black Water Sect is afraid of the Green Ox Sect if word gets out."

The leaders of Tianjian Sect and Lihuo Sect also echoed this, saying that no matter life or death in the secret realm, no one would be held accountable outside the secret realm. It was originally just a gathering mission, but Zhao Shanhe turned it into a bloody trial, and a war was inevitable.

At this moment, Tan Tai Yulong received a letter from the headmaster. After reading the contents of the letter, his face instantly became extremely gloomy, and an indescribable bitterness surged in his heart. He felt as if he was being plotted against. It turned out that Zhao Shanhe's actions just now were all instructed by the headmaster. He was really willing to use three disciples with natural spiritual roots as bait.

With a heavy heart, Tantai Yulong approached Ouyang Bufan, Ouyang Shaogong, and Zhang Meili, and gave them earnest instructions: "Once you enter the Immortal Grass Secret Realm, you must be extremely cautious and ignore the gathering mission. Most importantly, do everything you can to reunite with Zhao Shanhe. Only by relying on his strength can you ensure your safety. If you truly have no chance, hide for the time being. Returning alive is your only mission."

Hearing this, Zhang Meili asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Brother Tantai, the three sects' target is clearly Zhao Shanhe. If we go looking for him, won't we be walking into a trap?"

Tan Tai Yulong shook his head and replied firmly, "Zhao Shanhe has already comprehended the sword intent and is unrivaled among his peers. This time, the three sects will join forces to fight against our Qingniu Sect. You must not take it lightly. The Sect Master has already instructed Zhao Shanhe to protect you."

The three of them said yes on the surface, but they actually disagreed in their hearts. Tan Tai Yulong also saw it, but didn't say anything more. They did their best and left the rest to fate. If they died, they could only blame their lack of fate as immortals.

Zhao Shanhe's mood wasn't much better. He had entered the Immortal Grass Secret Realm to explore for treasure, hoping to make a fortune quietly and avoid attracting attention. Unexpectedly, the Sect Leader issued a sudden order forcing him to act in a high-profile manner, turning a legitimate gathering mission into a bloody trial. He remembered that not long ago, Tan Tai Fengdu had specifically warned him to avoid trouble, but now he was demanding an all-out attack and a bloody spree. The conflicting orders were truly puzzling, but then again, he still had to carry out his orders.