Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

No one can order another person to their death.

The cultivators who come here all choose for themselves, and each of them knows what their goal is.

Lin Zhao stayed at Camp Seven for several months.

Receive a mission, go on a mission, come back to rest, and then take on the next one.

There were a few tasks that even he found difficult to complete—drawing a topographical map of the Black Sea while being besieged by countless monsters in the deep sea.

Explore the lairs of fourth-tier monsters, infiltrate the heart of the beast tide battle to obtain information on peak third-tier monsters,

They tracked a large group of migrating, peak-level third-tier demonic beasts as they traversed tens of thousands of miles of the Black Sea.

They even formed a group to hunt down a monster that was about to advance to the fourth tier, only to be chased down by a fourth-tier monster that was guarding the side.

He was truly amazed; these people were running faster than anyone else.

However, Lin Zhao's strength was also quietly growing in this extreme environment. His sword intent was stronger than before, and he could operate the Three Fiends Sword Qi more freely.

He spent some time at Camp 3.

Just as Old Han had said, the place was full of battle maniacs.

The camp had been razed by a beast tide just a month ago, and before the wreckage had even been cleared away, a new camp had already been built.

The garrison commander of Camp Three was a burly man covered in scars, nicknamed "Master Kou."

I heard that he was a famous pirate in his early years, but later he felt that being a pirate was really meaningless, so he came to the Black Sea camp and is an absolute battle maniac.

The first thing he asked Lin Zhao upon meeting her was whether she wanted to fight.

Lin Zhao fought him for a whole day, from the surface of the sea to the deep sea and back to the surface, without a clear winner, but he felt that Master Kou was not using his full strength.

He also visited Camp 10.

The monks at Camp Ten were as silent as a group of stones.

They sat cross-legged on the black reefs by the sea, facing the churning thunderclouds deep in the Black Sea, cultivating without moving.

Some people sat there for three whole years without moving.

The guardian of Camp Ten was a gaunt-faced middle-aged man, ranked sixth on the popularity list, known as Master Mu.

He glanced at Lin Zhao, then continued meditating with his eyes closed, saying nothing.

Lin Zhao stayed at the Black Sea camp for a year.

I've witnessed firsthand what it means to court death, with all sorts of high-difficulty tasks.

He had just returned from a mission today and met Wei Chong at the camp entrance.

There are two peak Core Formation stage cultivators in Camp Seven.

One is the team leader, Gu Hongling, who is on the popularity list.

Another one is Wei Chong. Although he is not on the popularity list, his strength is not low.

When Lin Zhao first arrived, Wei Chong challenged him to a fight—there was no real grudge, it was just that Wei Chong was pursuing Gu Hongling and felt that Lin Zhao's appearance might distract Gu Hongling.

He spoke very directly, and Lin Zhao was stunned after hearing it, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Can he say that the people in this place are truly simple and honest?

The two had a short competition.

Then, Gu Hongling rushed out and gave them both a good beating.

Lin Zhao felt she was completely wronged.

But Gu Hongling was ruthless in her actions.

Finally, she specifically targeted Wei Chong's face.

The people in the camp watched the show from the outside; clearly, this wasn't the first time this kind of program had been performed.

Of course, none of the three of them were really serious.

After withstanding a few of her attacks at the beginning, Lin Zhao retreated.

He also became one of the spectators.

Of course, melon seeds and spirit fruits are indispensable.

After that fight, Lin Zhao and Wei Chong actually became friends.

There isn't actually that much infighting here, because the camps that were constantly rife with infighting were long ago trampled flat by the beast tide.

There are hundreds of camps along the Black Sea coast, some of which can be continuously rebuilt and exist for a long time.

There are reasons why some camps have been unable to be rebuilt.

Today, Wei Chong squatted dejectedly at the door, looking like a defeated dog.

Lin Zhao walked past him, glanced at his expression, and casually teased, "Got beaten up again?"

Wei Chong snorted irritably and didn't refute.

Lin Zhao shook her head.

Love is the most troublesome thing.

If Gu Hongling truly had no feelings for Wei Chong, she would have kicked him out of Camp Seven long ago, instead of letting him keep causing trouble around her.

However, cultivators have long lifespans, and they are very cautious about choosing a cultivation partner, especially someone like Gu Hongling who has the potential to form a Nascent Soul.

When she chooses a Daoist partner, she must be someone she can walk through thousands of years with.

Some things can't be accomplished with just sincerity.

Otherwise, if the black-haired person dies out the white-haired one, the pain won't just be felt by one person.

"Go to Camp Three."

Wei Chong suddenly stood up. "Let's go fight and vent our anger."

Lin Zhao glanced at him.

The harsh environment of the Black Sea is a huge test of one's mental and physical strength. Staying here for a long time will make one increasingly tired and irritable.

Going to Camp Three to fight monsters and vent their frustrations is the most common way for Black Sea cultivators to do so.

"Are you going or not?"

"go."

If you don't court death, you won't die.

Since Lin Zhao created the Green Lotus clone, her behavior has become increasingly unrestrained and self-indulgent.

Furthermore, the environment of the Black Sea camp, surrounded by such reckless cultivators,

He now has an almost instinctive craving for these challenging missions and intense battles.

That's how sword cultivators are; even knowing that there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, they still step forward.

Of course, it is dangerous as it is.

To say that his life would be threatened is an understatement.

His cultivation has broken through to the mid-stage of Core Formation, and his combat strength is comparable to that of the peak of Core Formation.

The magic weapon is also basically complete.

Blood Essence Bone Fiend Palace Tier 3 Supreme Grade, Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool Tier 3 Supreme Grade, Azure Lotus Sword Tier 3 High Grade, Divine Soul Sword Tower Tier 3 High Grade.

If you really get into a desperate situation, you can still use the fourth-tier magic weapon, the Starry Sky Rift Sword, to teleport away.

At the Core Formation level, there are really not many beings who can kill him right now.

The two forcefully cut through the beasts blocking their path and flew towards Camp Three.

The location of Camp 3 is not fixed; it is currently situated on a high cliff on an island spanning several tens of miles.

This place is one of several sites that are constantly being rebuilt.

It was rebuilt two years ago, and the fighting has lasted for more than a year. Based on past experience, it's almost time to rebuild.

Before the two even got close, they saw the sea area, where thunderclouds filled the sky and earth, the clouds pressing down very low, and dark purple lightning constantly churning inside the clouds.

Tens of millions of monsters stirred up the entire sea, turning it upside down, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

The fighting was much fiercer than when Lin Zhao arrived a year ago.

Judging from this situation, the reconstruction of Camp 3 is not far off.

The two forced their way in from the outer edge of the beast tide.

Wei Chong led the way, unleashing both fists simultaneously. His fist energy was earthen yellow, and each punch was like a small mountain falling from the sky, creating a hole hundreds of feet deep in the beast horde.

Lin Zhao followed behind, drawing his Azure Lotus Sword. Azure sword energy wove a net in front of him, slicing all the demonic beasts that pounced from the side and rear into pieces.

The two worked together seamlessly, fighting their way through the beast tide and landing on the high cliff of Camp Three.

The original buildings on the high cliff are gone, leaving only the bare black rock ground and a few stones that were temporarily moved in to serve as benches.

Camp Three has always had hundreds of Core Formation cultivators participating in battles, and there are still dozens of them here now.

The lowest cultivation level among them is the late stage of Core Formation, and there are more than ten at the peak of Core Formation.