I'm in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have one equipment slot!

Let's get started!

Zhou Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he exchanged a glance with Nanlong Hou. The two of them suddenly sprang up at the same time!

"Zheng—!"

Thirty-six Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords transformed into a golden torrent, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, rushing straight towards Yun Xiaotian! Before the sword light even arrived, the incomparably sharp Gengjin sword energy, which seemed capable of cutting through everything, already sent chills down Yun Xiaotian's spine.

Nanlonghou then put two fingers together and pointed at the two swirling golden flying swords. The flying swords shone brightly and transformed into two golden lightning bolts, one to the left and one to the right, slashing at Wang Tiangu!

The sword energy was majestic and righteous, yet it concealed a deadly intent.

"This is outrageous!"

Yun Xiaotian was filled with shock and anger, knowing that there was no room for maneuver and he could only fight to the death.

He shouted sharply, and the flying wheel above his head, which had been casting a silver light shield, suddenly trembled, detached from his head, and transformed into a rapidly spinning silver light wheel to meet the oncoming torrent of golden sword light.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out three treasures of different shapes: a black, ghostly shield, a blood-red short halberd, and a string of shimmering blue bone beads.

These three items were clearly his most treasured ancient artifacts, and now he couldn't care less about keeping them to himself, so he used them all in an attempt to resist Zhou Yuan's terrifying sword formation.

"Clang clang clang clang—!"

The golden sword light clashed violently with the silver halo, the ghost-faced shield, the crimson short halberd, and the emerald green bone beads, unleashing a series of deafening roars and dazzling flashes of light.

Yun Xiaotian's four treasures are all extraordinary, especially the silver wheel and the ghost-faced shield, which have amazing defensive capabilities.

However, it still seemed powerless against the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, which was infused with Geng metal and whose sharpness reached an astonishing level.

After only a few rounds of combat, several deep sword marks were slashed into the surface of the silver halo, and its spiritual light quickly dimmed, emitting a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden.

The ghost-faced shield was targeted by several condensed sword lights. The ghost face on the shield emitted a shrill scream, the black aura dissipated, and fine cracks appeared on the shield.

The crimson dagger and the emerald bone beads could only barely restrain some of the sword light, unable to form an effective counterattack.

The more Yun Xiaotian fought, the more alarmed and desperate he became.

The opponent's flying swords were not only ridiculously sharp, but also wielded with incredible precision. The sword formations were unpredictable and combined offense and defense, leaving him almost breathless.

What's even more terrifying is that the opponent doesn't seem to be going all out; he's calmly manipulating the sword formation, slowly eroding his treasures and magic power.

"This can't go on! We'll die!"

A clear idea exploded in Yun Xiaotian's mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Wang Tiangu was also struggling against the combined attack of the two sharp golden swords, and was in grave danger. He obviously couldn't hold on for long.

Escape! We must escape! While we still have the strength, we must leave this damned attic and get away from these two scoundrels!

A hint of determination and madness flashed in Yun Xiaotian's eyes.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence mixed with his magic power. He quickly formed a strange hand seal with both hands and slammed it hard onto the already cracked ghost-faced shield in front of him!

"burst!"

"boom--!!!"

The Ghost Face Shield exploded with a deafening roar! How astonishing is the power of an ancient treasure of considerable quality exploding?

The violent black energy, mixed with the mournful howl of ghosts, instantly swept across half of the second-floor space, not only temporarily repelling some of the incoming golden sword light, but also generating a powerful shockwave.

But this is not over yet!

Almost at the same moment the shield self-destructed, a pearl the size of a longan, pure white in color, slid out from Yun Xiaotian's sleeve and was crushed without hesitation!

"puff!"

A massive, incredibly thick, milky-white fog, with a pungent, sweet-smelling odor, burst forth from the shattered beads like a flood bursting its banks, instantly spreading out and completely enveloping the second floor of the Jade Pavilion!

This white mist not only blocks vision but also interferes with and weakens divine sense detection, clearly a rare treasure prepared specifically for escape.

Taking advantage of the moment when the white mist obscured his vision and spiritual senses, Yun Xiaotian retreated rapidly like a ghost, heading in a clear direction—to the stairwell leading to the first floor!

Once he gets down to the first floor, rushes out of the attic, and breaks the mountain's protective barrier, there will be a vast grassland outside. With his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation and escape techniques, there might still be a glimmer of hope for him!

He bet that Zhou Yuan and Nanlong Hou wouldn't be able to pinpoint his exact location immediately in this white mist that could interfere with divine sense.

However, he underestimated the terrifying power of Zhou Yuan's divine sense.

The moment the white mist spread out, Zhou Yuan didn't even frown.

His divine sense, far surpassing the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, was like the most sophisticated radar, ignoring the interference of the white mist and firmly locking onto the figure with the strongest aura and the fastest movement of Yun Xiaotian.

"Trying to leave?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes, and the blue-purple light of the Wind and Thunder Wings behind him suddenly intensified!

"Crack!"

A burst of lightning erupted, and Zhou Yuan's figure left a faint golden lightning trail in the white mist, instantly traversing a distance of more than ten feet, appearing precisely in front of Yun Xiaotian, who was rushing towards the stairwell!

That blocked his way!

"What?!" Yun Xiaotian was terrified. He never expected that the other party could intercept him so accurately and quickly in such chaotic white fog!

Such divine sense and speed are simply unbelievable!

The two were now less than three zhang apart! For a Nascent Soul cultivator, this distance meant close-quarters combat!

In his shock, Yun Xiaotian tried to activate his protective spiritual light and summon other defensive treasures, but it was too late.

Zhou Yuan remained expressionless, raised his hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped Yun Xiaotian, who was standing close by and whose face was filled with horror.

A touch of deep blue, icy, as if containing absolute zero flame, quietly emerged from the fingertip and shot out.

Dry Blue Ice Flame!

The same trick is used again, and it is still effective, especially when the opponent is off guard and caught off guard at close range.

Yun Xiaotian felt a chill between his brows, and an indescribable, soul-deep cold instantly swept over his entire body.

All his movements, thoughts, and even his horror froze at that moment. The protective aura around him solidified as soon as it appeared, and the nascent soul in his dantian stiffened as soon as it opened its eyes.

Blue ice crystals spread rapidly once again.

A new blue ice sculpture, its expression frozen in utter terror, appeared at the top of the stairs.

Zhou Yuan didn't even glance at it, raised his hand, and slapped down with his palm.

"Bang!"

The ice sculpture shattered, turning into countless blue ice crystals, including the frozen nascent soul within, all of which were annihilated.

Yun Xiaotian, a hidden elder of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect and a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, has fallen!

Almost at the same moment Yun Xiaotian died, Zhou Yuan waved his left hand, and a gentle whirlwind swept out, quickly dispersing and diluting the thick white mist that filled the second layer.

As the white mist dissipated, the view of the second floor of the pavilion became clear again.

On the other side, the battle between Nanlonghou and Wang Tiangu was also nearing its end.

Wang Tiangu was already slightly weaker, and he was also tightly entangled by the two sharp golden swords of Nanlonghou, unable to break free.

Just now, Yun Xiaotian self-destructed his magic weapon and released white mist. He also wanted to take the opportunity to do something, but was stared at by Nanlong Hou.

As the white mist dissipated, he was horrified to discover that Yun Xiaotian had turned into a pile of ice crystals. He was immediately shaken and revealed a fatal flaw.

"die!"

How could the Marquis of Nanlong let such a golden opportunity slip by?

With a sharp shout, the two golden flying swords shone brightly, merging into one and transforming into a dazzling golden sword rainbow. With lightning speed, it pierced through the protective black aura that Wang Tiangu had hastily gathered, passing right through his heart!

"Uh..." Wang Tiangu's body stiffened. He looked down at the golden sword tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Just as a miniature nascent soul was about to escape, it was pulverized by another golden sword aura that followed closely behind.

Wang Tiangu, the deputy sect leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect, has fallen.

"call--!"

With the dust settled, Marquis Nanlong let out a long sigh of relief, his chest rising and falling slightly, clearly indicating that the fierce battle had taken a toll on him.

He put away the two flying swords whose golden light had dimmed slightly, his gaze sweeping over the devastated two-story pavilion, as well as the bloodstains, ice crystals, and fragments of magical artifacts on the ground. Finally, his gaze landed on Zhou Yuan, who was calmly and slowly putting away the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

At that moment, he was somewhat dazed.

Seven Nascent Soul cultivators entered the Cangkun Ruins, and after an internal conflict and fire, five of them perished here!

This includes mid-stage cultivators like Yun Xiaotian and Wang Tiangu, who have special identities and considerable strength!

In the cultivation world of Tiannan, it has been countless years since such a fierce battle has taken place, in which so many Nascent Soul cultivators have perished in a single battle!

If this matter were to spread, it would be enough to shake the entire Tiannan region and cause a huge uproar!

And all of this was actually caused by him and this "fellow Daoist Zhou" in front of him!

No, to be precise, it's mostly thanks to this fellow Daoist Zhou.

The ruthless methods, terrifying strength, and cold-blooded decisiveness he displayed in dealing with enemies deeply shocked the Marquis of Nanlong.

After the initial shock, a deeper sense of apprehension and awe quietly took root in the heart of the Marquis of Nanlong.

Even a seasoned mid-stage cultivator like Lian Yunxiaotian was almost powerless against Zhou Yuan, and was utterly crushed... This man's strength is probably enough to rank among the top five mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in Tiannan today.

Even higher!

Moreover, the opponent doesn't seem to have gone all out yet...

"Brother Nanlong, relax and enjoy reading thousands of great books like 'In Yellow Maple Valley, I Have an Equipment Slot!' What are you daydreaming about?" Zhou Yuan's voice pulled Nanlong Hou back from his thoughts.

Marquis Nanlong composed himself, looked at Zhou Yuan, and forced a smile, though it seemed somewhat unnatural:

"No...it's nothing. I just didn't expect things to turn out this way...Brother Zhou, I admire your great power."

"Brother Nanlong, you flatter me. If you hadn't held Wang Tiangu back, I wouldn't have been able to kill Yun Xiaotian so quickly," Zhou Yuan said politely. Then, he changed the subject and said with a smile, "Now that the trouble is over, as we agreed before, the spoils of war here belong to whoever kills them. Brother Nanlong, you have no objections, do you?"

"Of course I have no objection! It's only right!" Marquis Nanlong nodded hastily. How could he dare to have any objection? He was only able to survive today, and even share in the treasures, thanks entirely to Zhou Yuan's efforts. Moreover, the three people Zhou Yuan killed—You Gang, Yun Xiaotian, and Madam Tai—were indeed killed by him.

He had already gained some advantage by only killing Bingkun and Wang Tiangu.

Without further delay, the two quickly began clearing the battlefield and harvesting the spoils.

Zhou Yuan first collected the storage bags of You Gang, Madam Tai, and Yun Xiaotian, as well as several ancient treasures they had left behind that were not completely damaged.

Marquis Nanlong also put away Bingkun and Wang Tiangu's storage bags and belongings.

Finally, their gazes fell simultaneously on the three exquisite jade boxes on the jade bed.

This is the ultimate goal of this trip.

Marquis Nanlong took a deep breath, walked to the jade bed, carefully picked up the first jade box, and opened the lid.

There was no dazzling light in the box, only a pure white, warm and smooth jade slip, lying quietly on a soft silk cushion.

"Jade slip?" Marquis Nanlong was slightly surprised, but he still took it out and respectfully handed it to Zhou Yuan: "Brother Zhou, please take a look first."

Zhou Yuan accepted the jade slip without hesitation and probed it with his divine sense.

The jade slip did not contain the transmission of cultivation techniques, but rather an extremely detailed route map marked with countless danger symbols and annotations, along with a large amount of textual explanation.

The core of the route map points to one place—the Valley of Fallen Demons!

More specifically, it is a forbidden place deep within the Fallen Demon Valley, called the "Gate of Blood Curse"!

The information clearly states that this route is a relatively "safe" path that Cangkun Shangren summarized after exploring the Fallen Demon Valley, which can avoid most of the known dead zones and spatial rifts in the valley.

The route ends at the "Blood Curse Gate," which seals the main soul of the ancient demon "Blood Flame."

The jade slip subtly mentions that behind the Blood Curse Gate lies an astonishing treasure left behind by an ancient powerful being, and even... secrets related to the spirit world!

However, it is also extremely dangerous, and only those with great opportunities, great perseverance, and great supernatural powers can enter.

"It really was it..."

Zhou Yuan understood; this was basically in line with the original plot as he knew it.

This jade slip is the biggest "bait" left behind by the ancient demon's divided soul.

Lure the "destined one" who obtains it to break the seal of the Blood Curse Gate in the Fallen Demon Valley.

"Brother Zhou, how is it?"

When Marquis Nanlong saw Zhou Yuan put down the jade slip, he quickly asked, his eyes filled with urgency.

"Brother Nanlong, take a look for yourself." Zhou Yuan handed the jade slip back. It wasn't difficult to make a copy of this kind of information; he didn't intend to keep it to himself.

Marquis Nanlong accepted the jade slip, his divine sense immersing itself in it. After a moment, an uncontrollable look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and his breathing became heavy: "Fallen Demon Valley! Blood Curse Gate! Safe route! Hahaha! Heaven is helping me! Brother Zhou, this... this is simply an incredible opportunity! If we can follow this route into Fallen Demon Valley and reach the Blood Curse Gate, the treasures within... are unimaginable!"

He looked at Zhou Yuan excitedly, his eyes burning with desire: "Brother Zhou, this route is something we both obtained together. How about... we join forces in the future to explore this Fallen Demon Valley? With this map, plus Brother Zhou's supernatural abilities, the two of us working together might just be able to make it!"

Looking at the excited and expectant eyes of the Marquis of Nanlong, Zhou Yuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright. Since we discovered it together, we should go together when the time comes."

He did indeed intend to explore the Valley of the Fallen Demons, for there were things there that were of vital importance to him.

Although Marquis Nanlong is somewhat scheming, he is generally honest and capable, so it wouldn't hurt for him to be a temporary partner.

As for the trap of the "Blood Curse Gate"... we'll deal with that when the time comes.

"Very good!"

Marquis Nanlong was overjoyed, as if he could already see countless treasures beckoning to him.

Then, he eagerly opened the second jade box.

Inside the box was a small flag, about a foot long, dark red in color, with strange runes embroidered on its surface, and a flagpole that was neither gold nor wood.

As soon as the flag appeared, it emitted a strong aura of bloodlust and spatial fluctuations, clearly indicating that it was an ancient treasure with considerable power and possibly spatial attributes.

The third jade box was opened, and inside was a palm-sized jade ring, black and white in color, connected end to end, slowly rotating on its own.

The jade ring has a simple and ancient shape, a smooth surface, and few decorations, but it exudes a mysterious and unpredictable aura of yin and yang, making it seem extraordinary at first glance.

"Brother Zhou, let's each take one of these two treasures. You choose first."

Suppressing his excitement, Marquis Nanlong said to Zhou Yuan.

The blood-red flag looked quite powerful, but he was more interested in the mysterious aura of the black and white jade rings.

Zhou Yuan's gaze swept over the two treasures, and almost without hesitation, he pointed directly at the black and white jade ring: "I want this."

If he wasn't mistaken, this jade ring was indeed the "Yin Ring" of the "Yin-Yang Ring," mentioned in the original work as the key to entering the Fallen Demon Valley and passing through the "Northern Primordial Light" area!

Once worn, this ring forms a strange, pale light shield around the body, causing the "Northern Primordial Light," which is powerful enough to dissolve all things and kill Nascent Soul cultivators upon contact, to automatically bypass it. It is an essential item for safely passing through the route to the Blood Curse Gate!

It can even shelter two or three people traveling together.

The blood-red flag was good, but it paled in comparison to the key that granted access to the core area of ​​the Fallen Demon Valley.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"good!"

When Marquis Nanlong saw that Zhou Yuan had chosen the jade ring, he was somewhat curious but did not ask any further questions, and happily put the blood flag into his possession. The gains from this trip had far exceeded his expectations, and he was quite satisfied.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

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"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

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"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

If you could only read one fantasy novel in your life, it would probably be "I'm in Huangfeng Valley, and I have an equipment slot!"

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

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"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"good!"

When Marquis Nanlong saw that Zhou Yuan had chosen the jade ring, he was somewhat curious but did not ask any further questions, and happily put the blood flag into his possession. The gains from this trip had far exceeded his expectations, and he was quite satisfied.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zhou Yuan said to Marquis Nanlong, putting away the Yin Ring.

Without lingering any longer, the two quickly left the chaotic second floor of the Jade Pavilion, went down to the first floor, passed through the stone hall, and returned to the original entrance hall with bluestone steps.

Zhou Yuan took out the small emerald green flag that had previously disappeared into the mountain from Yun Xiaotian's storage bag.

Marquis Nanlong also took out his own side.

The two followed suit, channeling their magic into the small flag and waving it at the stone wall at the entrance.

"Boom—!"

The mountain shook again, cracking open to reveal upward-reaching bluestone steps.

The two quickly ascended the steps and soon emerged from the mountain crevice, returning to the desolate rocky mountains of the Mulan Grassland. The night breeze was cool, and the stars and moon were dim.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the mountain, Zhou Yuan frowned sharply!

His vast divine sense, like the most sensitive antennae, instantly detected that about two hundred miles away in the southeast, a powerful, condensed, and oppressive aura, like a blazing torch in the night, was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed!

The intensity of that aura far exceeded that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"What?! Late Nascent Soul stage?!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong's face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Could it be... a Divine Master from the Mulan people?"

The Mulan Grassland corresponds to the cultivation world of Tiannan. Great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are called "Divine Masters"!

Each Divine Master is a towering pillar of the Mulan Grassland, possessing unfathomable strength that can influence the course of a war.

"It should be."

Zhou Yuan nodded, his expression grave. "The mountain's protective barrier was activated just now, causing quite a commotion. It probably alerted the Divine Master who was patrolling or stationed nearby. He's heading this way."

Two hundred miles is not a long time for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is flying at full speed!

I'm afraid they'll arrive in no more than half an incense stick's time!

"It's all over!"

Marquis Nanlong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "If we are entangled by the Mulan Divine Master, and more Mulan sorcerers gather to form an encirclement, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings!"

He suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said urgently, "Brother Zhou, the only way now is to escape separately! If we retreat in different directions, we'll be less conspicuous and easier to shake off the pursuers. As long as we can escape back to Tiannan territory, we'll be safe! As for meeting up... we can arrange a place after we're safe, how about that?"

This is the most realistic option at present. Facing a Nascent Soul stage late-stage Divine Master, even if the two of them join forces, they are no match and will only be wiped out.

Running in different directions offers at least a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered as he instantly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Master Mulan... is indeed a big problem.

Although he was confident that he had many ways to protect himself, there was no need to confront the other party head-on here.

Running in separate directions can indeed distract the other party to the greatest extent.

"Hmm." Zhou Yuan nodded, agreeing to Marquis Nanlong's suggestion. "Then let's go our separate ways. Brother Nanlong, take care."

"Take care, Brother Zhou!"

Marquis Nanlong clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, no longer hesitating. A golden light flashed around him as he concealed most of his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous pale golden streak. He shot off towards the northeast, a direction that was away from Tiantian City but closer to another border of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.