Rescuing People
There were gradually more and more cultivators from outside Immortal City.
Two months later, Mo Hua sat on a rock in the Inner Mountain, looking at the Sinan Compass in his hand, and frowned.
Before, when points of light lit up on the compass and Mo Hua rushed over, most of the time it had been Monster Hunters hunting monsters. Sometimes monsters had been fighting over territory, and rarely had there been cultivators killing one another with spells.
Occasionally there had also been some unfamiliar Monster Hunters, dressed differently, the daoist arts they had learned and the styles of Spirit Artifacts they used all different from those of Immortal City as well. They were probably from elsewhere, but there had not been many of them, and he had seldom run into them.
But now it was different.
In the Inner Mountain of Great Black Mountain, Mo Hua often saw unfamiliar faces.
When the Sinan Compass lit up, among the battles that occurred, there were also many more outside cultivators.
Battles between cultivators had also suddenly increased.
Some were fighting over monsters, some came to blows after a momentary quarrel, and some cultivators were obviously stirring up trouble on purpose.
Worse still, there were outright murders and robberies!
Mo Hua had seen a cargo cart. The goods on it were gone, but the area around it was covered in blood, with cultivators' severed limbs scattered everywhere.
Judging from the traces nearby, it was clearly a group of Traveling Merchants who had been intercepted and killed by cultivators. Their goods had been stolen, and the people had all been killed.
Afterward, monsters had smelled the blood and come over, then eaten the corpses.
Everywhere his eyes fell was a mess, and the deaths had been miserable.
Mo Hua felt uncomfortable