When Qin Ming and the others passed through layers of nether mist and arrived at Four Winds Valley.
They discovered that quite a few cultivators had already gathered within the swamp, including no shortage of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.
However, these cultivators no longer posed any threat to Qin Ming. He could destroy them with a casual wave of his hand.
Besides those who had ventured here to gamble for opportunities, cultivators from the Netherworld Sect were also waiting in full battle formation.
Within the swamp of Four Winds Valley.
Perhaps because a Nether Mist Gale had only recently swept through, the surroundings, which had originally been so dark one could not see one's own hand before one's face, had become considerably clearer.
Qin Ming also discovered several old acquaintances here—the four Nascent Soul Realm neighbors who lived near his cave abode.
Yao Chenzi, Shi Susu, and the other two also noticed Qin Ming's arrival. They all turned and greeted him.
"Fellow Daoist Li, I never expected you to come as well."
Qin Ming could not help but curl his lip, thinking that these new neighbors were far too inconsiderate.
Not long ago, they had been drinking Nascent Soul-grade Spirit Wine in his cave abode. Now that a fifth-order opportunity, Demonic Spiked Spirit Rice, had appeared, they had not even called him along.
Yao Chenzi's eyes shifted. Perhaps fearing that Qin Ming would misunderstand and become displeased, he hurriedly explained, "Fellow Daoist Li, please do not blame us. The few of us left some time ago to search for the Ancient Secret Realm. When we happened to return, we encountered cultivators gathering here, so we merely came over to take a look by chance."
"Yet we never expected to encounter the maturation of the legendary Demonic Spiked Spirit Rice. We