Extreme Western Prefecture, West King Mountain.
This mountain was not conspicuous within Extreme Western Prefecture, and its spirit vein was not strong either, only around the level of a Third Stage spirit vein.
It merely had West King Valley beside it, where a great battle had taken place ten thousand years ago, leaving it with some fame.
At this moment, quite a few cultivators had arrived before the spirit mountain.
Zhao Changyuan and Zhao Wuchang were two of them.
"Senior Brother Lu, I'll have to trouble you to stand guard." Zhao Changyuan spoke to a blue-robed cultivator beside him.
After saying that, he led Zhao Wuchang inside.
"Uncle Changyuan, since we're planning to ambush the Ye Family people, why did we bring Senior Brother Lu along? And why did you even tell him a few things when we entered?" Zhao Wuchang was somewhat puzzled.
"Ambush my ass. You really are stupid beyond belief. Every one of those Ye Family people from the Mortal Realm is as crafty as a monkey. How could we possibly lure them out? What do you think you are, a ten-thousand-year ginseng?" Zhao Changyuan rolled his eyes at Zhao Wuchang.
Since they had already entered the secret realm, Zhao Changyuan was no longer quite so wary.
"I had Senior Brother Lu follow us as a precaution. If the Ye Family really does show up, he'll be our backup."
"Under normal circumstances, it would naturally be best if they didn't appear. We'll steadily plunder treasures here, then once we've cleaned out Extreme Western Prefecture, we'll go plunder West Star Prefecture." Zhao Changyuan continued.
At first, he had been brimming with confidence, believing that Zining and Ouyang Jiayi could lure the other side out.
But in the end, he had suddenly realized that even the Baleful Spirit Sect