Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

A strong wind howled, and yellow sand filled the air.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless, undulating sand dunes and bare, light brown rocks standing on the vast expanse of yellow sand.

On a relatively flat sandy area, there was a particularly large square rock, which was several dozen feet high.

The strong wind carrying yellow sand was mostly blocked by the massive and broad rock, providing a rare shelter for the inn built right next to it.

Just then, four galloping camels, braving the raging sandstorm, arrived in front of the inn.

The four people on the camel were all wearing thick cloaks, and their heads were tightly wrapped with turbans to protect them from the wind and sand, leaving only their eyes exposed.

After tying the camels up, the four of them shook off the yellow sand and strode towards the inn.

When they lifted the thick curtain and entered the inn, the four of them found that both the first and second floors were already full of people.

The waiter then greeted them with a smile, "Four esteemed guests, I'm so sorry. We are currently full, would you perhaps wait a little longer?"

The four of them had taken off their headscarves and draped them around their necks.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old.

The man's name was Song Weipeng. He had a square face with two thick, dark eyebrows that gave him an imposing and dignified appearance.

Following behind Song Weipeng were two women and one man.

After hearing the waiter's words, the four of them did not answer immediately, but instead turned around to look around.

Soon, Song Weipeng's gaze settled on a man dressed in a blue robe and wearing a half-mask sitting in the corner of the first floor.

This man was the only one sitting alone in the entire inn. Looking at the empty seats around him, Song Weipeng said directly to the waiter, "No need to wait, we can share a table with that young master."

After saying that, without waiting for the waiter's reply, he led the three people behind him and walked over.

The waiter watched the four people's retreating figures, swallowed the words that were about to come out, shook his head, and turned to prepare tea for them.

"Young master, would you mind sharing a table?"

Song Weipeng walked up to the man in the blue robe who was drinking tea alone and greeted him with a smile.

The man in the blue robe glanced at the four of them and smiled, "There's no need for so many formalities when you're traveling. Please have a seat."

The four men quickly thanked him and sat down at the table where the man in the blue robe was sitting.

"My name is Song Weipeng, and these three are Zhuo Yuehua, Chu Wei, and Ding Huiru."

After introducing himself and the other three, Song Weipeng looked at the man in the blue robe sitting opposite him and asked, "May I ask how you are addressed, sir?"

"My surname is Jiang, and my given name is Yuchuan."

"So it's Young Master Jiang."

Song Weipeng looked at Jiang Yuchuan and smiled, "Is this your first time visiting the Great Desert, Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Yuchuan did not deny it and nodded.

After all, his clothing and appearance were the only ones that stood out from the others in the entire inn.

"Young Master Jiang, could it be that you've also come to hunt red foxes?"

It was Zhuo Yuehua, who was sitting next to Song Weipeng, who spoke.

Zhuo Yuehua looked a bit younger than Song Weipeng, around thirty-five years old. She had an ordinary appearance, but her striking phoenix eyes, with their clear black and white, added a lot to her charm.

"I came to the Great Desert to collect some Fireheart Grass for medicinal purposes, not for that Red Fox."

Fireheart Grass and Red Fox are known as the two treasures of the wasteland. Both can fetch a high price outside.

Although Jiang Yuchuan said this, his special stop here in the Great Desert, also known as the Scorching Wasteland, instead of flying directly over to Dali, was certainly not just for the purpose of collecting the Fire Heart Grass.

Song Weipeng and the others were unaware of Jiang Yuchuan's thoughts. When they heard Jiang Yuchuan say that he had come for the Fire Heart Grass, they believed him.

"If Young Master Jiang came here for the Fireheart Grass, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him." Zhuo Yuehua showed a regretful expression.

"What do you mean by that?" Jiang Yuchuan asked.

Song Weipeng sighed, "Mr. Jiang must have seen it when he arrived. This sandstorm seems to have no end and no limit!"

"Before I came here, I did do some research on the Great Desert," Jiang Yuchuan said. "Shouldn't sandstorms like this be a frequent and normal occurrence in the Great Desert?"

"It's true that sandstorms are common in this vast desert, but rarely have they been as persistent and intense as they have been lately."

Sitting to Jiang Yuchuan's right, Chu Wei looked at Jiang Yuchuan and said, "The Fire Heart Grass that Young Master Jiang wants to collect grows deep in the Great Desert, where the sandstorms are much stronger than those on the outskirts! They can even blow camels into the sky!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuchuan frowned slightly. "Then wouldn't I have come all this way for nothing?"

Zhuo Yuehua turned her gaze to Jiang Yuchuan and asked, "Young Master Jiang, is there an urgent need for this Fire Heart Grass? May I ask where you are from?"

“I come from the Great Qian Dynasty. To be honest, this Fireheart Grass is related to the life of a close friend of mine. I have come to the Great Wilderness Desert to obtain it.”

As Jiang Yuchuan spoke, he looked at the four of them and asked rather eagerly, "I see that the four of you seem quite familiar with this Great Desert. Do you have any other information related to the whereabouts of the Fireheart Grass?"

After exchanging glances, Song Weipeng looked at Jiang Yuchuan and said, "I didn't expect that Young Master Jiang and I are from the same hometown. I am also from Daqian! Oh, right. And Junior Sister Huiru, she is also from Daqian."

When the taciturn Ding Huiru heard Song Weipeng mention her, she smiled and nodded at Jiang Yuchuan.

Song Weipeng continued, "I heard about the Fireheart Grass a few days ago. Apparently, there's a senior in Anhe City who wants to exchange it for something. If Young Master Jiang trusts us, he can come with us. We need to go to Anhe City before we hunt the Red Fox."

Jiang Yuchuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Wouldn't it be too much trouble for you all to bring an outsider like me on the road?"

"What's the trouble!"

Zhuo Yuehua smiled and said, "Since Young Master Jiang was able to enter this no-man's-land of the Great Desert all by himself, he must be quite skilled. We might need Young Master Jiang's protection on the way!"

“Junior Sister Yuehua is right!”

Song Weipeng laughed heartily, "We wanderers in the martial world value making many friends. After all, having more friends means having more options! If Young Master Jiang has this idea, please don't refuse."

"In that case, I will trouble the four of you."

Seeing that the four people were very welcoming of his joining, Jiang Yuchuan readily agreed.

The distance between the group seemed to shrink considerably.

The sandstorm outside was still very strong, showing no signs of abating or stopping.

Seeing that they couldn't set off in the short term, the group stayed at the inn and chatted away.