The next day, more than a hundred miles north of Black Wind Town.
Teams from all directions preparing to enter Black Wind Mountain had gathered there, a dark, sprawling mass totaling more than three hundred people.
Qin He swept his gaze around and found cultivators of every level.
The weak ones at the True Essence Realm and Spring Gushing Realm made up more than half. It couldn't be helped—these were the foundation of cultivators, nearly two hundred people in all.
Next came several dozen at the Wheel Sea Realm.
Qin He even spotted a group of Dao Palace Realm experts. They stood atop a huge boulder several miles away, five people in total.
It was unclear whether they intended to enter or had merely come to watch.
"They're from Scorpion King's Lair, Thousand Crane Palace, and Heavenly Wolf Valley. Looks like they still haven't given up on that corpse." Seeing Qin He turn to look at them curiously, Fan Gu spoke in a low voice.
"A corpse? What corpse?" Qin He's eyes went biu~, lighting up at once.
Compared to some Ink Spirit Fruit, Qin He was naturally far more interested in a corpse.
No matter how impressive the Ink Spirit Fruit was, it couldn't possibly be more satisfying to chew than a Beast Crystal. He had already swept clean the Spirit Medicine Valley of the Blood Raven Clan; this Ink Spirit Fruit was hardly worth mentioning.
The reason he had joined this fruit-seeking squad was because he did not want to charge in blindly.
Fan Gu was naturally talkative. He slowly explained, "Six years ago, a Gale Tide appeared in Black Wind Mountain, and an Ancient Cultivator Corpse was blown out from the depths of the mountain range. They say the corpse was preserved intact. Estimates placed the cultivator