Nascent Soul Cultivator!
Cold sweat streamed down Tian Xiaojian's back with a swish.
And what chilled his heart even more was that, aside from the cultivator in silver brocade robes, the other two carried a cold, sinister ghostly aura about them. They clearly did not look human.
Ghost Emperors!
"Is this the boy?"
"Yes, Your Majesty Haotian. Tian Xiaojian is the Supreme Demon of Extreme Evil's sole beloved disciple. It is said he is also related to him by blood," the silver-robed cultivator said with a smile.
"If Fellow Daoist Qing Xiang says so, then it must be true. Even if the Demon Venerable has severed all feeling and desire and does not care about this beloved disciple of his, capturing him will still be of help to our plan."
At this point, Ghost Emperor Haotian flicked his sleeve. Great masses of ghostly fog swarmed out, howling as they transformed into a gigantic skeleton that pounced toward Tian Xiaojian.
About half a day later, a streak of azure startling rainbow appeared in the outskirts of Spirit Herb Mountain. After circling for a while, the escape light descended.
As she sized up the towering mountain before her, a layer of gloom covered Peacock Fairy's delicate, beautiful face.
There were layers upon layers of restrictions here, and a great many cultivators on patrol. She even sensed an old monster at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Lin Xuan had already said that his identity could not be exposed. In other words, they could only sneak in silently. But how were they supposed to sneak in? Her current cultivation was, at most, equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Realm, while the Treasure Pavilion was the most heavily guarded place in the sect.
"Fairy, there is no need to worry. Since I brought you here,