The Campaign Begins

Whenever one went out to gain experience, one would always encounter all manner of dangers.

So many years had already passed; there was no need to keep brooding over it.

"You see things clearly, girl. No wonder you became a Nascent Soul True Lord so quickly."

Mo Wujin slowly calmed himself. "Do you think that brat Kong Huan is also thriving in the overseas Cultivation World?"

"Junior Brother Kong is pure-hearted by nature. No matter where he goes, he can preserve his original heart and cultivate toward goodness."

"Give me a break. As his master, how could I not know what he's like?"

Mo Wujin took a huge gulp of wine. "I truly want to cross the Dead Sea and visit that seaborne Cultivation World, to see whether that little bastard is still alive."

Xu Chunniang was startled. "Martial Uncle Mo, without Nascent Soul cultivation, you must never set foot in the Dead Sea lightly. Otherwise, the great demons in the sea will tear you to pieces!"

Mo Wujin burst into laughter. "I was only saying it. Don't worry, I won't go looking for death.

I'll just wait on Sword-Hiding Peak and go nowhere, waiting for that brat to return and show filial devotion to me."

Seeing that Martial Uncle Mo had no intention of heading to the Dead Sea, Xu Chunniang finally relaxed.

Crossing the Dead Sea sounded easy enough, but it was far from something that could be accomplished casually. Without the Primordial Magnetic Divine Light protecting her body, she might not have succeeded either.

After seeing Martial Uncle Mo off, Xu Chunniang returned to her cave residence on Lesser Witch Mountain.

Uncle-Master Yue had said he would specially designate a mountain on Main Peak for her, but she refused.

Lesser Witch Mountain was quite good already. There