After Chen Changming flew over a great mountain, the scene ahead came clearly into view.
It was a mountain hollow, with relatively open terrain.
On a massive boulder at the center of the hollow, a wholly silver-white spiritual herb swayed in the wind. The herb stood about half a foot tall, its leaves slender and long, emitting a faint, ghostly glow.
It was the Spirit-Inducing Grass.
At that moment, two groups were engaged in a fierce battle around the Spirit-Inducing Grass.
One side consisted of three cultivators, two men and one woman, clad in matching azure robes embroidered with cloud patterns over their chests. They were clearly members of some sect. The other side consisted of five cultivators dressed in varying attire, who appeared to be Rogue Cultivators.
There were eight people in total, and they were locked in a bitter, inseparable struggle.
Three corpses already lay on the ground—two Rogue Cultivators and one sect disciple.
The stench of blood mingled with the lingering shockwaves of spells, filling the entire mountain hollow.
Chen Changming landed beneath a tree atop the mountain. His gaze swept across the battling crowd as he silently assessed the situation.
The three sect disciples were all quite formidable. Their leader was a middle-aged man at the peak of the tenth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. His Flying Sword was fierce and sharp, and he was fighting two Rogue Cultivators alone while firmly holding the upper hand.
The other man and woman were both at the ninth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. Working together against three Rogue Cultivators, they were also handling the fight with ease.
Though the five Rogue Cultivators held the numerical advantage, their strengths varied widely and their coordination was clumsy. Instead, they were being pressed down and beaten by the sect