Mowing Down

Many forces wanted to replace the Ancient Immortal Sect.

Even within the three sects themselves, quite a few people wanted to start their own factions or carve up the Ancient Immortal Sect's original blessed lands.

Time—who would give you time to slowly develop?

Only because the situation within the Four Alliances was peaceful did Xu Qing and the others have an opening to grow through the Ancient Immortal Sect affair.

But what if one day, the situation in the Four Alliances was no longer peaceful?

For instance, if Dragon Soar Mansion, which had old grudges against the Four Alliances, or the Demon Race lurking all around them began causing trouble.

Then whether the three sects would still have patience for the Ancient Immortal Sect was anyone's guess.

Xu Qing and Azure Sword streaked through the sea of clouds, moving as swiftly as meteors cutting across the night sky and leaving brilliant trails behind them.

The Heavenly Wolf Sect's garrison gradually came into view. It was an ancient town hidden amid towering mountains.

The surroundings were covered in complex formations and restrictions, clearly set up to guard against uninvited guests.

This was the renowned trading market known as White Wolf Market.

Nestled amid encircling mountains, this market was an important place for cultivators from all directions to exchange and trade. It was bustling every day, with rare materials, magical treasures, and cultivation manuals on display everywhere.

"Azure Sword, wait outside. I'll go in alone."

Xu Qing spoke softly.

Azure Sword responded and retreated to one side, its sword tip lightly touching the ground as it transformed into a faint sword shadow.

After entering the market, Xu Qing changed into ordinary cultivator's clothing to conceal his true identity.

The market was packed with noise, stalls lining the streets as cries of hawking