Jian'an Prefecture was vast beyond measure. It had three first-rate sects alone. Including the cultivation Lineages and gangs with one or several Great Cultivators among them, there were more than a dozen such powers. As for the forces below the second-rate sects, they were as numerous as oxen's hair.
With so many sects dwelling together in Jian'an Prefecture, it was naturally unavoidable that they would attack one another over cultivation resources.
Those great powers were formidable. It was extremely difficult for either side to completely wipe out the other, so they rarely fought among themselves. However, the sects, forces, and Lineages below the third or fourth rank often engaged in armed clashes over a mine, a site where spirit herbs grew, or a place inhabited by demonic beasts.
At that moment, three or four dozen cultivators were locked in an unending battle amid a stretch of lush, rolling mountains.
Judging from their clothing, these cultivators belonged to two different sects. Yet among so many of them, not one had reached the Ghost Lord realm. The highest cultivation on either side belonged to two early Ghost Marshal cultivators. The rest had varying cultivation levels, and there were even people at the Qi Gathering peak.
There was no need to ask. These two groups were clearly from insignificant sects.
Just as the crowd fought without end, unable to determine a victor, a faint energy fluctuation suddenly appeared on the distant horizon. Its speed was astonishingly fast. After only two or three flashes, it arrived at the battlefield.
A streak of black light flashed, revealing a young man dressed in a pale-blue robe. This was none other than Qin Fengming, who had been in seclusion for more than twenty years.
"Everyone, stop for now. This Qin has a few questions to ask." As