Chaos Spirit Field

An hour later, Black Dragon returned to the flying boat, apparently with a good harvest. He excitedly said, "Old Yin, I've checked it out. Those three sects have indeed been infiltrated by the Wuxiang Sect. Unfortunately, there aren't any big fish. There's only one Jindan-stage cultivator who's passable. Hehe! Even more interesting, I even got an important piece of information out of that guy—a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment has sneaked into the Immortal Grass Secret Realm!"

Upon hearing this news, Tan Tai Mieming's face changed and he hurriedly asked, "Brother Hei, do you know which sect that person is from?"

"It seems he's from Huangquan Sect. Old Yin, your grandson-in-law is probably going to be in trouble!" There was a hint of gloating in the Black Dragon's tone.

However, facing the Black Dragon's ridicule, Tan Tai Mie was obviously very calm, and even his eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if all this was within his expectations.

Black Dragon was surprised to see this. He couldn't help but ask, "Old Yin, why are you so calm? Aren't you worried about your grandson-in-law's safety at all? Or are you planning to find a new grandson-in-law? How about considering Black King Kong? He's young, promising, and strong."

"Brother Hei, Huangquan Sect is a third-rate sect. There are only three quotas for entering the Immortal Grass Secret Realm, and they have been completely wiped out."

Black Dragon asked in shock, "Old Yin, are you saying that Zhao Shanhe has already dealt with that Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his sword intent is almost complete?"

"Only 30%."

"Old Yin, 30% of the sword will can't kill the foundation-building stage of a first-class sect."

"Liu Quan, who was in the late stage of foundation building, was tricked to death by him. That kid's schemes are no less than mine."

"Old Yin, I didn't expect that there are people in this world who are more despicable than you..."

Tan Tai Mieming closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear to the Black Dragon's chattering. He also wanted to know how Zhao Shanhe had managed to kill the Wuxiang Sect's foundation-building master.

After Zhao Shanhe finished his feast on the red carp and collected the spiritual herbs from Black Dragon Pond, he left this troubled place. He found a cave, set up a warning formation, and then entered the Chaos Spiritual Field. Although the Frost Fruit was a natural treasure, the fruit tree was not of high rank; it was a red-grade crop that could be grown in any spiritual field.

Not long after Zhao Shanhe left, a group of cultivators came to Heilongtan. They were dressed in white with a sword embroidered on their clothes. They looked like disciples of the Tianjian Sect. The leader was named Fan Jian, a direct disciple.

A shabby-looking man said, "Brother Fan, all the spiritual herbs near Black Dragon Pond have been collected. I discovered that the person didn't go far and is hiding in a cave."

The warning array at the cave entrance was triggered, and Zhao Shanhe's consciousness returned to his body. He walked out of the cave and saw a group of disciples from the Tianjian Sect. One of them was an acquaintance. He said, "Brother Qin Shou, you Tianjian Sect want to make an enemy of me."

Qin Shou said, "Junior Brother Shanhe, I am only an outer disciple. I will obey Senior Brother Fan Jian in everything."

Fan Jian said dissatisfiedly, "Qin Shou, what are you talking about? Zhao Shanhe, hand over the harvest from Black Dragon Pond and I will spare your life."

Zhao Shanhe said disdainfully, "Fan Jian, you're just boasting like a toad. I have a peerless spiritual sword. Would you like to give it to you as well?"

Fan Jian said shamelessly: "I would be disrespectful to refuse it."

Qin Shou quickly advised, "Brother Fan, the Immortal Grass Secret Realm is so vast. You and Junior Brother Zhao have no grudges against each other, so why make enemies over some spiritual herbs? Don't forget that the head of the Qingniu Sect is standing behind him. If you insist on making things difficult for Junior Brother Zhao, I will not participate."

Fan Jian roared angrily: "Qin Shou, how dare you disobey me? I will kill you, the traitor, first."

Qin Shou dodged Fan Jian's attack in a panic and shouted for help: "Junior Brother Zhao, save me."

Zhao Shanhe couldn't bear to see his old friend die tragically, so he flew to save him. However, Qin Shou turned his gun around and attacked Fan Jian from both sides.

Life is a drama, and it all depends on acting. Zhao Shanhe never thought that he would be tricked one day. He struggled to defend himself under the attack of two people. Perhaps crisis can best stimulate one's potential. At this time, his sword intent broke through to 40% and reached the level of mastery.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and Zhao Shanhe began to gain the upper hand. He found that when fighting against the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his sword energy was rapidly increasing. Now the pressure was not enough, he shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Attack shoulder to shoulder."

The other disciples of Tianjian Sect who were watching just woke up from their dreams and joined the battle. They couldn't understand why it was Zhao Shanhe who reminded them when this wasn't the order from Senior Brother Fan Jian.

As more Tianjian Sect disciples joined the battle, Zhao Shanhe finally felt the pressure, and his sword intent began to increase again. He had just eaten a large amount of red carp, and his spiritual energy was abundant, as if he had endless strength.

The two sides fought for hundreds of rounds. Zhao Shanhe's sword intent broke through to 50%. Seeing that he could no longer gain experience, he planned to end the battle, but the speed of his sword suddenly doubled. Several heads flew off. Only Fan Jian and Qin Shou were left alive in the Tianjian Sect. Both of them had comprehended the sword intent, which was also done intentionally by Zhao Shanhe.

Fan Jian changed his previous arrogance and said in fear: "Zhao Shanhe, I am a disciple of the Third Elder of the Tianjian Sect. You can't kill me."

Zhao Shanhe responded disdainfully, "So you're actually a direct disciple. I'm really scared. Enough of the nonsense. Now it's time to send you on your way."

Faced with such cold and ruthless words, Fan Jian couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart. He fought back with all his might. However, after only blocking two of the opponent's attacks, he was beheaded.

Zhao Shanhe was somewhat disappointed. Not everyone could unleash their potential when faced with death. He said coldly, "Qin Shou, I consider you a friend, yet you team up with others to deal with me. I'm truly disheartened. Prepare to die."

Hearing this, Qin Shou hurriedly shouted, "Zhao Shanhe, my uncle is Qin Hui, a foundation-building cultivator from the Wuxiang Sect. He is also in the Immortal Grass Secret Realm. If you kill me, he will not let you go."

Zhao Shanhe's expression instantly brightened upon hearing this. He said, "Brother Qin, so you're also from the Wuxiang Sect? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm from the Dark Hall, codenamed 'Nightingale.' I wonder where Uncle Qin is so I can go and pay my respects."

Qin Shou said with a smile on his face, "Junior Brother Zhao, you are a disciple of the Dark Hall. No wonder you are so powerful. This is really like a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members don't recognize each other. I have already notified my uncle and he will come over right away."

"Brother Qin, please forgive me for any offense I may have caused you. I wonder how many Foundation Establishment seniors are entering the Immortal Grass Secret Realm this time."

Qin Shou said proudly: "My uncle is in the middle stage of foundation building. He can sweep the entire Immortal Grass Secret Realm by himself. It's time to come. Junior Brother Zhao, what task has the sect assigned to you?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Kill all the Wuxiang Sect disciples and uncover the spies. Qin Hui has gone to the Black Dragon Pool to bathe. You, my nephew, should go and keep him company."

Qin Shou was horrified and said in fear: "Zhao Shanhe, you are not a disciple of Wuxiang Sect."

"I was just teasing you, but you took it seriously. Now I'm sending you on your way. I just happened to kill a Wuxiang Sect disciple who was in the Foundation Establishment stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Shanhe cut off Qin Shou's head with a sword.