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

The sandstorm outside the inn only began to gradually subside as dusk fell.

Seeing this, Song Weipeng and his three companions took Jiang Yuchuan out of the inn and prepared to head to Anhe City.

In this vast desert, day and night are not clearly distinguished. When to rest and when to set off basically depends on the weather. Therefore, it is perfectly normal for people like Song Weipeng to set off at night.

Jiang Yuchuan didn't ride anything when he came. For him, nothing was faster than flying freely.

But at this moment, he had joined Song Weipeng and the others as an ordinary person, so he still had to put on a show and not make himself seem too different or out of place.

Therefore, before setting off, Jiang Yuchuan specially bought a set of equipment for traveling in the desolate desert and a strong camel from the inn.

The city of Anhe they were heading to was a unique town built in the middle of a vast desert, and the only town in the entire desert.

Because the Great Desert was a no-man's-land, neither the Great Qian nor the Great Li had claimed it as their territory. Over time, it became a chaotic place where many outlaws and people from all walks of life gathered.

Beneath this endless expanse of yellow sand lie the remains of countless people.

The reason Jiang Yuchuan stayed here was because when he decided to fly directly to Dali, he overheard several martial arts practitioners who had come from the Great Wilderness Sands mentioning that the weather in the Great Wilderness Sands for the past month had been abnormal, with sandstorms being several times more intense than before.

As the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be a monster.

Upon hearing the discussion among these martial arts practitioners, Jiang Yuchuan immediately flew to the sky directly above the Great Wilderness Sands and began to scan the area with his divine sense.

Amid the raging sandstorm, Jiang Yuchuan found nothing unusual, as if the abnormal weather in the desolate desert was all naturally occurring and not caused by any other reason.

But he soon discovered something strange in this seemingly normal situation.

There wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy in this vast desert!

Although the spiritual energy on this continent has depleted to a pitiful degree, it is not yet at the point of being a land devoid of spiritual energy.

This situation indicates that there must be a secret hidden in this vast desert!

After several unsuccessful attempts to scan the area with his divine sense, Jiang Yuchuan had no choice but to give up and think of another way.

With his divine sense comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was unable to detect even the slightest clue, which made him pay even more attention to the Great Desert, a place mostly covered by yellow sand.

This is also the main reason why he joined Song Weipeng's group as an ordinary martial artist.

If the methods of cultivators don't work, then we'll investigate using the identities of ordinary people.

The best targets for investigation are martial arts practitioners like Song Weipeng, who have been traveling in the desolate desert for many years and are very familiar with this place.

After recounting their long chat at the inn, Jiang Yuchuan had a general idea of ​​the four people's identities and backgrounds.

Of the four, Song Weipeng and Zhuo Yuehua were from Daqian and Dali, respectively, and both came from major sects before venturing into the Great Wilderness Desert. However, due to various reasons, they both eventually betrayed their sects and fled into the Great Wilderness Desert under the pursuit and wanted by their sects.

The remaining Chu Wei and Ding Huiru were both unattached cultivators who entered the Great Wilderness Sands several years earlier than Song Weipeng and Zhuo Yuehua.

The four met during an adventure. In order to survive in the perilous and dangerous desert, they formed a team and banded together to live and explore the desert.

Teams like Song Weipeng's are countless in the desolate desert. But those that can stay together until the end, or avoid betrayal and betrayal, are extremely rare.

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The endless expanse of yellow sand shimmered with tiny sparkles under the silvery moonlight.

Jiang Yuchuan and his four companions rode camels, their steps uneven as they slowly made their way across the soft sand. Occasionally, their breaths would condense into white vapor and dissipate into the cold air.

Chu Wei, riding at the back of the group, rubbed his nose and sneezed loudly.

"It's getting colder and colder at night! If this continues, people will freeze to death sooner or later!"

"Yes."

Riding beside Chu Wei, Ding Huiru said worriedly, "This is the first time such a situation has occurred on the Great Desert. We don't know what the reason is."

"It seems we'll need to prepare some thick clothing before hunting red foxes once we get to Anhe City, otherwise our bodies won't be able to handle it." As he spoke, Chu Wei shivered again and tightened his cloak.

Ding Huiru glanced at Jiang Yuchuan riding in front of her, and was about to say something to Chu Wei when she suddenly heard sounds of fighting and chasing coming from behind.

The five men immediately reined in their camels and turned around to look.

Just then, they saw two wounded women being chased by five Taoist priests dressed in black robes and carrying long swords.

"They are disciples of the Qionghua Sect!"

Zhuo Yuehua recognized the two women being chased at a glance.

The Qionghua Sect is a martial arts sect within the Dali Kingdom, and its status and strength are roughly equivalent to the Luoxia Sect of the Daqian Kingdom.

The moment Zhuo Yuehua revealed the two women's identities, the two women clearly also saw the five people riding on camels ahead. The older one, disregarding their identities, immediately asked for their guidance:

"We are disciples of the Qionghua Sect. We beg our fellow disciples to come to our aid. We will repay you handsomely!"

Upon seeing this, one of the middle-aged Taoist priests in black, who was closely pursuing the two, let out a cold snort and laughed sharply, "Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he couldn't save you. I advise you two to obediently come to me, lest you suffer unnecessary physical pain in the end!"

"What should we do? Should we intervene and save these two?"

Chu Wei first glanced at Zhuo Yuehua's reaction, and then looked at Song Weipeng.

Song Weipeng's gaze was fixed on the five black-clad Taoist priests. He said in a solemn tone, "These five are Taoist priests from the White Bone Temple. It's best if we don't provoke them!"

"That's the White Bone Temple, the one that uses living people to practice martial arts?!" Chu Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Then we'd better not get involved in this mess. How can we, as rogue cultivators, afford to offend such insidious and evil forces?"

"Let's keep going, lest we get caught up with them and cause trouble."

Zhuo Yuehua turned her head away, no longer looking at what she was watching.

Jiang Yuchuan, as a temporary participant, did not express his opinion at this moment.

Just as the five turned around, preparing to lift the camels and continue on their way, they suddenly heard a woman's sharp scream from behind them—

"—Zhuo Yuehua?! I didn't expect you to still be alive! You wanted to capture disciples of the Qionghua Sect, including that one riding the camel! She's the sect leader's personal disciple, more useful than us!"