Ram's Horn Mountain lay directly south of Cold Moon City, only fifty li from the Yellow Mountain Market Ward.
The mountain was not particularly tall, standing only about three hundred zhang high. Two platforms jutted out from its peak, resembling ram's horns from a distance, hence its name.
Ram's Horn Mountain had a weak spirit vein, one far inferior to the vein beneath Little Brow Mountain. The spiritual energy on the mountain was only slightly denser than in the mortal world.
Still, even this was precious to many destitute rogue cultivators. Over time, a gathering of them had settled on the mountain, some alone and others in groups of three or five, building huts and cultivating together.
Although quite a few rogue cultivators lived in huts on Ram's Horn Mountain, most had low cultivation levels, and they had never formed a faction like the Cultivators' Fellowship.
These groups, large and small, remained wary of one another. Like a heap of loose sand, they posed no threat whatsoever to the surrounding cultivation lineages or larger bands.
Dragons and fish mingled here. Apart from the companions they cultivated alongside, these rogue cultivators were extremely wary of everyone else. They guarded their identities and origins as closely as a deep, dark secret, seldom revealing them.
They feared offending another cultivator one day and implicating their mortal lineages and loved ones.
After Liu Yu had shared the intelligence on the Hehuan Sect cultivators with Hou Yanze and Gongsun Cang, the two had used divine sense transmissions to tell him about Ram's Horn Mountain as they flew on their swords.
Liu Yu continued flying on the Golden Dragon Sword, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Dragons and fish mingled on Ram's Horn Mountain, with cultivators from every walk of life who knew little of one