In the Mortal World, above a secluded path within Guangnan Prefecture of Great Jin, a group of male and female cultivators dressed in blood-colored fitted outfits sped past under the leadership of a gouge-eyed old man.
Judging by how they had spread out and released their divine senses, they were clearly searching for someone's trail!
Before long, the seven blood-robed cultivators, having found nothing, left the area.
Another shichen later, six Foundation Establishment Cultivators who appeared to be only in their twenties emerged from the trees on both sides of the secluded path.
There were exactly three men and three women among them. Though they wore different attire, each had a token bearing the character "sword" hanging from their waist.
"Cough, cough!"
Suddenly, a double-pupiled youth among the six began coughing blood violently. His body swayed, and he was about to collapse to the ground.
"Ah, Senior Brother Feng, how are you? Quickly, take another antidote pill!"
Fortunately, a petite, round-faced female cultivator beside him caught him in time, then took out a jade bottle as she spoke.
"It's useless. This is the Blood King Sect's secret poison; there is no cure. Leave me alone and go on ahead!"
The double-pupiled youth shook his head while enduring the excruciating pain in his chest. He wanted to break free of the petite female cultivator, but he simply lacked the strength.
"Senior Brother Feng, don't give up! Once we reach the ancestral grounds of Twin Qin Mountain and open the secret treasury, there will surely be a turning point!"
"That's right. The sect master took the risk of drawing away most of the pursuers for our sake. If you give up now, how can you face him?"
"Senior Brother Feng, I'll carry you. Hold on a little longer!"
The others immediately tried