Seven Star Island: The Beautiful Maid

"Buzz!" The cultivators froze, then could not help breaking into murmurs. The three Nascent Soul Realm old monsters had yet to return, and no one knew whether that red-clad female cultivator had blundered and been captured, or had successfully broken through. They had originally been waiting to watch a good show, but who would have thought it would end like this?

"What, fellow Daoists? You are unwilling to enter the mountain? Could it be that you have some connection to the person who caused trouble just now?" The palace-dressed woman raised her fine brows, and her voice turned icy as well.

The moment those words came out, the cultivators below turned pale with fright, yet they fell strangely silent.

They were not fools either. Hearing the other party's hostile tone, they naturally flung their mood for watching excitement beyond the ninth heaven. None of them wanted to be implicated because of this matter.

Bailu Boy might still be one thing, but Madam Black Python was a notorious great fiend, and she had never needed a reason to make trouble for someone.

Thus, after only the briefest silence, a streak of white light shot out from the crowd.

The light withdrew, revealing a scar-faced old man dressed in a hemp robe.

"I am Xin Wuhen, elder of the Li Sword Sect. This is my invitation talisman. Fairy, please inspect whether there is any error." As the old man spoke, he patted his Storage Bag, took out a palm-sized Gold Talisman from within, and respectfully handed it to the woman.

Although this Mang Mountain Assembly was Demon Spirit Island's grand event held once every ten years, it was not something just anyone could attend. Cultivators above the Core Condensation Realm had no restrictions, but if they were low-level disciples of the Foundation