Feast of Shu Mountain

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this moment, deep within a mountain forest in the Eastern Wasteland, a figure wreathed in black qi darted forward like a ghostly specter at a terrifying speed.

He seemed to have no direction, no destination. He simply charged blindly onward. Wherever he passed, towering ancient trees fell as though cleaved across the middle by a sharp sword, crashing to the ground and sending mud and sand flying.

Several days later, several Soul Division Stage powerhouses clad in Shu Mountain Daoist robes and Immortal Palace attire arrived at the site. Seeing the forest reduced to a complete mess, they could not help frowning.

"Strange. Chen Fan's aura appeared again, yet why was it disturbed by other auras, delaying our tracking by several days?" one of the powerhouses said in a low voice. He even crouched down to inspect the fallen ancient trees, but found not the slightest clue.

"Forget it. In just over ten days, Zhao Wuji of our Shu Mountain will become Dao companions with Mu Yunshui of your Immortal Palace. On such a joyous day, our Shu Mountain headmaster will certainly attend. By then, Chen Fan may very well deliver himself right to our doorstep," said an elder from Shu Mountain, shaking his head.

But as soon as he said this, the Immortal Palace powerhouses were displeased. Their expressions darkened abruptly as one of them said coldly, "What do you mean by that? Mu Yunshui of our Immortal Palace has no connection to Chen Fan. If not for nurturing an Innate Supreme Body, we would never have so readily married Mu Yunshui off to Zhao Wuji."

"Hehe, you have thought too much into it. Our Shu Mountain means nothing else by it. We merely wish to capture Chen Fan as soon as possible," several Shu Mountain