Kutan and Venerable Luo

On the way back to the Half-Day Leisure Inn, Shu Ni and Ning Shisi's minds were still filled with the lingering images of the battle. Their perception of Jiang Wang had risen another notch.

Shu Ni no longer dwelled on the matter of Jiang Wang being a monster.

Since Xie Wuxing of the Sword Pavilion hadn't pointed it out, it already proved that Jiang Wang couldn't possibly be a monster.

But to be able to fight to that extent with a true disciple of the Sword God, Shu Ni began to wonder who Jiang Wang really was.

Saying he relied on his own exploration and cultivation was utter nonsense.

It was obvious that Jiang Wang must have a powerful background behind him.

Upon returning to the Marquis Mansion, Jiang Wang went straight to his room.

He collapsed onto the couch, waves of weakness washing over him, yet his mind grew clearer.

He inwardly summoned the Night Roaming God.

If the Divine Kingdom was hidden, he couldn't sense it.

After this battle, Jiang Wang felt that the power of the Divine Kingdom must have been further elevated.

The Night Roaming God spoke as he wished: "The Divine Kingdom has indeed been nourished, and my power has returned a little. However, due to the heavy depletion of the Divine Kingdom's power, I won't be able to use it again even if I encounter danger in a short period. But it should recover soon."

Jiang Wang was satisfied and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, in front of the woodshed, after witnessing Jiang Wang's return, the Green-robed Cultivator and Xiaoyu also returned to their rooms. The Old Butler looked at Du Yanruo and Su Lingyi, who were kneeling side-by-side on the ground, and said with a smile, "Young Master is probably tired. You can stay in the woodshed for the night. Don't think about escaping; I will be watching here at all times."

Su Lingyi lay back down in the pile of firewood. As the woodshed door was closed, he didn't know how to express his profanity.

Du Yanruo also hadn't expected that she, who came to rescue someone, wouldn't be able to return.

"What about that Sword Pavilion disciple? Is there any chance he'll come to save us?"

Su Lingyi still held onto some hope.

Du Yanruo shook her head, "Xie Wuxing must have lost. We don't even know if he's alive or dead, so how could he possibly come to save us?"

She thought she had overestimated Xie Wuxing, just like Cai Tanggu and Tan Lao Liu, they were all useless.

How could she have been so impulsive and used Xie Wuxing to attract the attention of the Marquis Mansion's people to rashly come and rescue them?

She regretted it deeply.

Regardless of how Du Yanruo inwardly slandered Xie Wuxing, Xie Wuxing, who was searching for Du Yanruo everywhere and couldn't find her, was already anxiously rushing towards the Marquis Mansion again.

He suspected that Jiang Wang had captured Du Yanruo.

If the delicate Miss Du fell into the hands of the bully Jiang Wang, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the ruins of Qixia Street.

Several figures appeared.

They were all "immortal seekers" who had just arrived in Hun City.

The commotion caused by Jiang Wang and Xie Wuxing's battle was too great. Looking at the惨不忍睹 scene before them, they could already imagine how fierce the battle had been.

"They should be two peak cultivators of the Cave Nether Realm," one of them guessed. "But they are definitely not ordinary individuals. They are likely among the top Cave Nether cultivators in the entire Sui Kingdom, possibly at the verge of breaking through. With such experts in Hun City, we need to act with discretion."

Except for the smaller sects completely suppressed by the imperial court's Qingxuan Bureau, many of the larger sects that were merely being kept in check would prefer to keep any discovered immortals within their own sects rather than send them to the Divine Capital for worship.

Therefore, the immortal seekers all had their own agendas, and they could be allies or enemies to each other.

Kutan's largest sect was the Sword Pavilion, followed by the Qingxuan Bureau and the Fish Abyss Academy, which had strong forces deployed within Kutan by the imperial court.

As for the sects caught in the middle, it was extremely rare for them to produce a Grand Cultivator above the Cave Nether Realm, so they were the most eager to use immortals to ascend to heaven in one step.

"I'm more worried that those major sects will send cultivators of the 澡雪 Realm. We can only take advantage of the fact that those powerful figures are too busy to attend to us and find traces of immortals as quickly as possible. Otherwise, we'll just be spectators."

The others agreed.

The highest cultivation level in the sects they belonged to was only at the peak of the Cave Nether Realm. Some with deeper foundations might have a dozen peak Cave Nether cultivators.

But when facing a powerful being in the Snow Bath Realm, the entire sect could be annihilated in an instant.

"There are great monsters rampant in various realms of Kutan and even other parts of the Sui Kingdom. Major sects are doing their best to subdue demons and eliminate monsters, yet you guys are dreaming of ascending to heaven with the help of immortals. The Qingxuan Bureau claims to govern all cultivators in Sui, but it seems to be just a name, allowing you stray fish to run amok."

A young man in a goose-yellow long gown suddenly appeared. He looked at those cultivators and said coldly, "For a hundred years, seeking immortals has been the most important matter in the Sui Kingdom. It's not only about how to eliminate monsters but also about resisting Xitan."

"It is rumored that Xitan has immortals. If our Divine Capital didn't have an immortal, the Sui Kingdom would have been destroyed by Xitan long ago. Don't you think that your small sects would be considered by an immortal, even if their brains were broken, to be worthy of worship?"

Those cultivators were initially a little flustered, but after sensing the aura of the newcomer for a moment, one of them chuckled, "What does a mere Martial Artist know? And what courage do you have to shout here? I can take your life with a single sword strike."

The man in the goose-yellow long gown sneered, "It's true that I'm a Martial Artist, but you think you can kill me? Hmph, you're thinking too much."

After seriously sensing the aura of the newcomer again, they let out a sigh of relief. "Your big talk is indeed frightening, making us think you were a Grandmaster."

"Only when a Martial Artist reaches the Fourth Realm can they barely contend with cultivators. Only Grandmasters are qualified to stand above Cave Nether cultivators. Even if you are a Fourth Realm Martial Artist, do you really think you can defeat so many of us?"

The man in the goose-yellow long gown chuckled, "I can't defeat you all, but who says I'm alone?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

A figure broke through the air and arrived.

He looked like an old man who had reached the age of seventy.

The man in the goose-yellow long gown bowed and said, "Venerable."

The cultivators, whose expressions had been indifferent, suddenly changed.

In Kutan, there was only one person who could be called 'Venerable'.

It wasn't a term of respect, but a position.

The Qingxuan Bureau governed all cultivators in Sui, and naturally, it also governed all martial artists.

Although, in a true sense, cultivators and martial artists could not be compared, the Martial God Temple, which governed all martial artists in Sui, held the same status in the court as the Qingxuan Bureau.

Just as the Qingxuan Bureau and the Fish Abyss Academy both had branches in Kutan, the Martial God Temple naturally did as well.

And the highest authority in the Kutan Martial God Temple was the Venerable.

It was well known that the Venerables of the Martial God Temple were all Grandmaster realm experts.

A peak Dongming realm cultivator facing a Grandmaster, without any unfathomable means, would basically be certain to die.

Grandmasters had reached the realm of perfection in martial arts, and could be said to have undergone a complete transformation. The strength of their physique was something that a Dongming realm cultivator's flying sword could not shake.

Moreover, Grandmasters could also achieve brief periods of flight, and their fist winds could shatter things a hundred zhang away. Dongming realm cultivators found it difficult to gain any advantage in front of Grandmasters.

"Lo... Venerable Luo."

Those cultivators lowered their stances considerably and respectfully paid their respects.

Ordinary cultivators feared the Qingxuan Bureau, but martial artists regarded the Martial God Temple as a sacred place.

Although it was difficult to achieve equality between martial artists and cultivators, it was precisely because of the existence of the Martial God Temple that martial artists were given the opportunity to look down on cultivators.

Even if they could only look down on ordinary cultivators, and even if the qualification to look down on them was not easily obtained.

These cultivators never imagined that the Venerable of the Martial God Temple would personally come to Hun City.

The matter of seeking immortals was mostly carried out by cultivators, while martial artists could only play a supporting role, but this also depended on the person.

Venerable Luo said indifferently, "Put away your petty thoughts and seek immortals peacefully. If I find out that you have hidden any traces of immortals you've found, you will all remain in Hun City."

Those cultivators hurriedly said they dared not, breaking out in cold sweats from fear.

Venerable Luo said sternly, "Scram."

The cultivators fled in disarray.

The man in the goose-yellow long gown said, "But they were right about one thing. Two peak Dongming realm cultivators fought here. Judging by the situation, they might have even touched the threshold of the Zao Xue realm."

Venerable Luo said, "The one from the Sword Pavilion has already descended the mountain and might have arrived in Hun City. However, I haven't heard of any true disciples from other major sects coming to Kutan. Although Sword Pavilion disciples are fond of fighting, they wouldn't cause such a commotion at this time. You should find Xie Wuxing, and you'll know who he was fighting against."

The man in the goose-yellow long gown said with a wry smile, "Venerable, it's so late, and we've just arrived in Hun City. Why don't we find a place to stay first?"

Venerable Luo said indifferently, "That's fine. It's not too late to visit that person in Hun City tomorrow."

In Hun City, besides the anomaly of immortals descending, the only other person who interested him was one person.

He greatly anticipated the scene of meeting that person.

In the Xunyang Marquis Manor.

The old butler looked at Xie Wuxing, who had barged in, and said calmly, "Do you have any other advice, sir?"

Xie Wuxing said sternly, "Where is Jiang Wang? Make him come out!"

The old butler said, "My young master is already asleep. If you have anything, you can discuss it tomorrow."

Xie Wuxing drew his sword and pointed it at the old butler, "Make Jiang Wang release Miss Du!"

The old butler was slightly stunned, then smiled, "A true disciple of the Sword God, acting like a brash youngster? Do you know who that Miss Du is? And why do you think Miss Du is in the Marquis Manor?"

Xie Wuxing frowned and said, "Besides Jiang Wang, no one else would capture Miss Du. Whether she is in the Marquis Manor or not, I will know once I search."

Saying that, he was about to step past the old butler.

The old butler did not stop him. Being on bad terms with the Sword Pavilion was ultimately not a good thing. He watched Xie Wuxing head towards the backyard and turned to go to Jiang Wang's courtyard.

The green-robed and white-robed cultivators also lived there.

They sensed Xie Wuxing's aura and had just come out.

"Uncle Tong, that guy is here again?"

The old butler nodded and looked at Jiang Wang's room, which was pitch black. He said, "Xie Wuxing was deceived by Du Yanruo's lies. Unless absolutely necessary, do not make an enemy of him. Young master's fight with him should have been tiring. You two guard well and don't concern yourselves with outside matters."

After he finished speaking, he left again.

The green-robed and white-robed cultivators looked at each other.

They wondered if Xie Wuxing went mad, how could Uncle Tong's old bones withstand it?

Moreover, in their opinion, the fight between Mr. Jiang and Xie Wuxing was purely a game, how could he be tired?

After all, Mr. Jiang was an immortal.