A Visit to the Nether Luo Sect

Before heading to the Nether Luo Sect, Chen Xia thought of something and made a few more inquiries in Jiang City.

A short while later.

He spent three thousand taels of silver on a new identity.

As someone from the Federation, it was inconvenient for him to use his own identity here.

Through local martial-world factions, Chen Xia bought a new one.

His name was now Chen Mu.

Chen Mu had been a real person, but he had died. He had belonged to the Great Zhou Dynasty's Rogue Cultivator Alliance.

When someone died unexpectedly in a particular place, their name sometimes ended up on the lists of local identity dealers.

Anyone who needed an identity could pay to buy it.

It was not expensive. Three thousand taels was enough to assume a new identity, and it would not cause any problems.

Chen Xia could use the image they provided to disguise his appearance and completely conceal his real identity.

Once that was settled, he left Jiang City, summoned the Starship in the forest outside, and flew away—

Two hours later.

The Nether Luo Sect.

At the foot of the mountain.

The Nether Luo Sect disciples looked Chen Xia up and down, their expressions rather strange.

The Nether Luo Sect was no righteous sect. Most people who dared come here were disciples of evil factions, and most were familiar faces.

An outsider who came here might never leave.

They had heard him introduce himself as Chen Mu, an ordinary cultivator of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.

They felt Chen Xia had come to his death.

He was like a sheep wandering into a tiger's lair and asking to meet the tiger king. Was that not courting death?

"You'd better turn back. Our patriarch won't see you."

At the foot of the mountains