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Although these Rogue Cultivators looked neat and proper, each had a distinctive style of dress, utterly unlike the outfits of the Immortal Alliance. The immortal sects wore clean, uniform clothing, with even their ranks marked by strict insignia. Rogue Cultivators, having never joined the Immortal Alliance and wandering freely outside it, naturally dressed however they pleased.
The fact that they dared surround a first-grade Rogue Cultivator like me clearly meant they did not fear my rank. Besides, when I had left the Ghost-God Realm, I had removed my divine title from the Investiture Register to prevent any accidents. I was now an official without a position, so they might also have come over to question me out of curiosity.
"Hehe, may I ask where you come from, fellow Daoist? How did you end up in territory managed by the Azure Immortal Pavilion?" the graceful woman among the two Rogue Cultivators asked first.
"I'm merely wandering in the wilderness, passing through here on my way to the Ghost-God Realm. Surely you won't refuse me passage?" My Dao Body was in a rather delicate condition. It was semi-transparent, and I was seriously injured. Any random first-grade rogue immortal could deal with me.
I had also stopped carrying the shoulder bag I often kept with me after reaching a first-grade Dao Body. To me, a single sword was enough to roam the world now. Of course, my sleeve pouch still contained some immortal crystal cores and a year's supply of Immortal Qi disks. Aside from those, important treasures such as the Investiture Register and the Heaven-Calamity Fortune had all been left in the sacred hall of the Ghost-God Realm.
"I see. Of course, we can give you passage, but..." The companion beside the woman looked me over, and I noticed his gaze