After Qingming had just passed, each spring rain brought a little more warmth.
All manner of sects and Rogue Cultivators had gathered near Shenhua Mountain. Most were merely there to watch the excitement. Those bold enough to throw themselves wholeheartedly into the gamble of besieging Mount Hua were currently encamped alongside the Western Teachings. Countless cultivators surrounded Mount Hua, and streaks of light could be seen falling from the sky every day.
The shops in the small town remained open for business, and many Rogue Cultivators simply stayed there to wait for the show.
Both sides were prestigious, well-known great sects. There was no need to worry about them dealing with the small town, nor fear being caught in the crossfire. In any case, both sides had such fine-sounding slogans—surely they would not slap their own faces.
Standing halfway up the mountain where Mount Hua's sect was located, one could see the tents below on clear days. The scene looked less like a contest between cultivators and more like two armies at war.
The spectacle was immense. Young disciples had already begun sparring below the mountain, and they struck with considerable force.
Bai Yujun wore a Daoist robe and held a Hengdao, looking every bit the valiant heroine. She was itching to go kill and set fires. With so many cultivators around, their vigorous qi and blood were all great nourishment. Rain Swallow had already secretly eaten quite a few. In her eyes, humans were no different from the ordinary prey in the Southern Wasteland—they could all be eaten.
With battle drawing near, the mountain gate at the foot of Mount Hua had an elder-level cultivator on rotating duty every day.
Previously, Foundation Establishment Realm disciples had guarded the gate. After the Western Teachings arrived, ten high-level Golden Core Stage