The area looked like it was bathed in spring sunlight, with purple trees in bloom, yet yin energy seethed violently. Even someone like me, who cultivated the ghost arts, felt every pore in my body relax in comfort. Like hatchlings crying for food.
No wonder Master had sent me to find these two fellow cultivators. There really were tremendous benefits to be had. Still, the place where Senior Nangong Yu lived was far too large. It was actually a sect, with so many ghosts cultivating here—and every one of them was exceedingly powerful.
"Stop staring. My South Immortal Sword Sect is a major sect throughout the realm, blessed with outstanding people and splendid terrain. Immortal energy boils here all year round." The disciple beside me sneered.
"The South Immortal Sword Sect possesses immortal mountains and spiritual springs unique to these waters. There are more cultivators here than you could count. Don't let yourself be scared witless later." The female disciple I had taken hostage spoke with some disdain.
I was completely immune to those expressions. I had even seen a living formation. And you think your South Immortal Sword Sect can impress me?
A city wall formed from a living formation that reached the heavens could not be compared to your little mountains and streams. There was even a golden coffin inside it.
Wang Yan had already been put away by me. Once a school of fish came ashore, they could no longer swim, and climbing the mountain was indeed rather difficult. I could only summon the Haste Ghost to carry me up. The South Immortal Sword Sect disciples were shocked, though they were also somewhat unconvinced.
By the time we reached the mountainside, it felt like we had arrived at some famous historical site. Ancient buildings were everywhere. It