On Heavenly Sword Peak, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, the Crag Mountain Saber resting across his knees. Both hands gripped the hilt, palms facing upward, and with each breath in and out, his body and mind intertwined in resonance with his blade.
He had already stayed here for three days, and it had been five days since the terms he had put to the major forces of Myriad Demon Ridge were released, yet up to this day, no cultivator from any Myriad Demon Ridge force had shown themselves.
But Lu Ye's powerful perception could sense that in the shadows around him, quite a few Ghost Cultivators had concealed their traces.
Lu Ye had originally thought these Ghost Cultivators had come to assassinate him, but now it seemed not quite so. If they truly had come to kill him, they should have made their move long ago. Over the past few days, he had revealed no small number of openings.
Did Myriad Demon Ridge not want to kill him? Of course they did.
But none of those Ghost Cultivators dared to act rashly. Lu Ye had already put forth the corresponding terms to the major sects in the Core Region of Myriad Demon Ridge. As long as those sects could pay a certain price, they could lose money to avert disaster. At such a sensitive time, which Ghost Cultivator would dare make a reckless move?
If they could kill Lu Yiye, that would naturally be good, but if they missed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
So Lu Ye had roughly guessed what these Ghost Cultivators were thinking now. Among the Ghost Cultivators hidden in the dark, some had probably been sent by the major sects of Myriad Demon Ridge to monitor his movements, while others might be carrying large amounts of wealth