The dense mountain forest was lush with trees, their shadows swaying. On the surface, it looked no different from any other day, but furtive figures hid behind trunks and among the grasses, hoping to fish in troubled waters.
Such behavior was nothing more than self-deception. Under the combined scrutiny of the Heavenly Eye Art and divine sense, these rogue cultivators had nowhere to hide. Without secret techniques to conceal their cultivation and magical power, the spiritual energy fluctuations radiating from their bodies stood out like torches in the night sky, however well they hid themselves.
Some rogue cultivators darted shifty glances around as they moved through the woods and along cliffs far from the path. They wanted to sneak closer to the battlefield and wait for an opportunity to snatch some benefits.
Others were simply curious. Seeing experts with such "profound" cultivation fighting, they wanted to observe closely and broaden their horizons, so they could boast to their fellow cultivators afterward.
Whatever their intentions, anyone trying to sneak toward the clearing was discovered and warned off by Zhou Guibo and the other three guarding the path.
"What are you staring at? The Primordial Yang Sect is conducting its business! Uninvolved cultivators are forbidden to approach. Leave immediately if you don't want to die!"
Zhou Guibo and the other three delivered their warnings harshly, looking down on them with overbearing arrogance.
To them, these rogue cultivators, whose cultivation reached no higher than the Qi Refining fifth layer, were nothing but a bunch of "stinking fish and rotten shrimp." They might put on the airs of "Immortal Masters" before ordinary mortals, but they were nothing in the eyes of sect and lineage cultivators.
Few of these rogue cultivators had even reached middle Qi Refining. They might be so poor that they did