“It's nothing. There seems to be a fellow cultivator of the same rank hiding over there. If my Golden Moon Spiritual Eyes hadn't inadvertently glanced over there, I wouldn't have noticed. But it's not the person we're looking for.”
Hearing Old Man Wan's inquiry, Fairy Yue said indifferently, the pupils in her eyes flashing with a trace of strange golden light.
“Oh, other cultivators have also entered. Who is it? Will it affect us?” Old Man Wan's expression shifted slightly as he also looked over there, his divine sense spreading out, but he didn't find any trace of any cultivator. However, he didn't have any doubts in his heart.
This Fairy Yue is the Grand Elder of Myriad Manifestation City, from the Worry-Free Palace of the Ten Great Sects. It is said that the cultivation technique she practices is extremely special, and it can be said that she is invincible at the same level. A hundred years ago, she defeated the previous Grand Elder, who was a peak Yuan Ying stage expert, and surpassed other competitors to become the new Grand Elder.
It's not surprising that such a strong person has some special secret techniques to detect hidden cultivators of the same rank.
“It doesn't matter, it won't affect us. That person just glanced at us from afar and has already left. It has nothing to do with the person we are looking for.”
Fairy Yue looked at the transparent jade bottle in her hand and, seeing no abnormalities, accelerated her escape. Old Man Wan stroked his beard and quickly followed.
“What the Grand Elder said is reasonable, but anyone who dares to enter this place is probably a fellow cultivator of the same rank whose lifespan is about to end, wanting to find longevity fruits or other spiritual medicines.”
Old Man Wan laughed and guessed. Fairy Yue wouldn't explain anything, constantly using the jade bottle in her hand to sense the aura of the person they were looking for.
She had cultivated a kind of pupil technique, which was extremely good at observing aura. In some respects, it was more sensitive than divine sense. The hidden cultivator she had inadvertently glimpsed earlier looked like a young man, definitely not an old fellow whose lifespan was about to end.
Since the aura wasn't that of the cultivator they were looking for, there was no need to pay too much attention.
And Zhang Ling didn't know that he had been exposed and was still hurrying on his way.
……
On the other side, two cultivators gathered on a thousand-foot-high iron-blue cliff.
A black-faced man was sitting cross-legged on a piece of ground, with a strange curved horn, five or six feet long, floating in front of him. Wisps of black spiritual power hit it, the curved horn wrapped in a layer of spiritual light, constantly flying out black-gray starlight.
It looked like he was refining a treasure. This person was none other than the Dragon Crocodile with ninth-order strength.
“Fellow Daoist Long is strong. Are these curved horns spiritual bones from some ancient beast? You have such gains as soon as you enter this place.”
Not far away, under a stone pillar, the plump Madam Yan blinked her eyes a few times and asked with some curiosity.
She could sense that the curved horns being refined by the Dragon Crocodile had just been taken from a demon beast, and were still stained with bloody baleful aura. The spiritual power fluctuations emitted by the curved horns were not weak, at least materials from an eighth-order demon beast.
It was not difficult to infer that this person had recently killed such a demon beast or ancient beast.
“How could Long have any gains? I was chased by several ancient beasts for a long time. Long smelled several thousand-year-old spiritual herbs on Madam's body, so I think you have gained a lot as well. Among them, there seems to be a Dragon Pattern Grass, which I am very fond of.” The Dragon Crocodile shook his head without turning back and chuckled.
Madam Yan's expression changed slightly when she heard about the Dragon Pattern Grass. With a wave of her hand, she took out a green jade box. “If Fellow Daoist Long is interested in that Dragon Pattern Grass, this thing is of no use to me. Fellow Daoist Long can just take it.”
The jade box opened with a snap, and inside was a three-foot-long black grass, with many long, black, lacquer-like leaves. These grass leaves had golden dragon patterns on them. It emitted a special medicinal fragrance, and judging from its growth years, it was also a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine.
“Oh, if Madam is willing to part with the spiritual medicine, then Long will not be polite.”
The Dragon Crocodile turned his head to look at Madam Yan, a look of dumbfoundedness appearing in his eyes. With a flick of his finger, a black light turned into a line and instantly wrapped the jade box containing the Dragon Pattern Grass in front of him and put it away.
Dragon Pattern Grass is a special spiritual medicine, which has a slight effect of refining bloodlines for demon beasts with Flood Dragon bloodlines. It is of considerable value.
After putting away the Dragon Pattern Grass, the Dragon Crocodile also took out a plant two feet high, which looked like a small tree. Many grape-sized crimson fruits were condensed on it.
“Since Madam is so generous, Long will owe Madam a favor. Although this Lava Fruit is not as good as the Dragon Pattern Grass, it is also a good fire-attribute spiritual fruit. I found it on the road, and with Madam's cultivation, you can directly consume it.”
“Fellow Daoist Long is too kind.”
Madam Yan nodded with a smile, and unceremoniously took the Lava Fruit in front of her. She directly picked off two and ate them quite elegantly.
After hesitating for a moment, Madam Yan asked again. “What does Fellow Daoist Long think of the human race formation master and the Yuan Ying stage woman that Fellow Daoist Jin recruited? Not long ago, in the Gang wind layer, we were restricted by the space cracks, and that old man used a formation plate to teleport us. I always feel a little strange.”
“Hehe, the two human race cultivators are indeed a bit strange. The old man may have tampered with the teleportation, causing us to be scattered around. But no matter what, there are only two of them. As long as it doesn't affect the treasure hunting plan, everything else is irrelevant.”
The Dragon Crocodile didn't seem to care about these things, casually chatting while refining the curved horns. But a strange cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if a murderous intent was emerging.
“Hee hee, Fellow Daoist Long is the strongest among us. We will have to rely on Fellow Daoist Long for treasure hunting.” Madam Yan blinked her beautiful eyes a few times and complimented him.
The Dragon Crocodile didn't reply, just chuckled. Suddenly, he looked up in another direction.
“Fellow Daoist Jin is here.”
Madam Yan also looked up in that direction. After a while, two rays of light came speeding from over there, one green and one golden.
The figure in the golden light was Jin Yu, and the green light was Fellow Daoist Liu Qing, who was traveling with him. The two rays of light also noticed the Dragon Crocodile and Madam Yan from afar, and Jin Yu's laughter came.
“Jin is late. Oh, Old Demon Feng, Fellow Daoist Wan, haven't they arrived yet?”
“Those few haven't arrived yet. Maybe they were teleported not far away at the time, so we may have to wait a few more hours.” Madam Yan took over the conversation and shook her head.
Jin Yu frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He immediately saw that the Dragon Crocodile was refining some kind of demon beast's spiritual bone, and asked in surprise.
Then, several demon cultivators began to talk. It wasn't until more than an hour later that Old Freak Feng and Zhang Ling's second soul controlled the Xuan Turtle to rush over.
Everyone talked about the situation on the road while waiting for Old Man Wan.
