You should know that the Blood Sky Tribe and a dozen or so other tribes, large and small, all have Nascent Soul stage experts overseeing them, and most have more than one. In total, there are twenty or thirty Nascent Soul stage experts. How could they not find a Golden Core cultivator?
Zhang Ling immediately concluded that the information here must be fabricated.
Either the order is fake, or the cultivation level of the thief is definitely not as simple as the Golden Core stage. Moreover, the Demon Soul Hall is also involved. Could it be that what was stolen was an extraordinary treasure?
Zhang Ling was silent for a while, glanced at the two somewhat apprehensive Foundation Establishment cultivators, and with a wave of his hand, the disc token flew back into the man's hand.
"Alright, I already know the situation."
"Ah, Senior already knows the situation. Naturally, we dare not stop you, but to enter the market, you still need to be checked by this item. I wonder if Senior…," the bearded male cultivator stammered, then took out a black, shining gem.
"Hmph, then hurry up, don't waste my time," Zhang Ling snorted impatiently.
The gem was just a magical artifact, with a strange layer of demonic energy surrounding it, but he naturally didn't need to worry about its inspection.
This gem was also introduced in the information on the token. It was specially refined by the Blood Sky Tribe to detect the aura of the stolen cultivator.
It has no effect on other cultivators.
"Yes, then this junior will offend you," the bearded man looked delighted, respectfully bowed to Zhang Ling again, and began to cast a spell.
Several spells were cast on the gem, and a little bit of blood-colored light lit up in the black gem, flew up, and rotated around Zhang Ling. The blood-colored light gradually dimmed.
"No problem, Senior can now enter the market."
Seeing the blood light in the gem dim, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, apologized to Zhang Ling, and made way.
Zhang Ling flung his sleeves slightly indignantly and strode forward.
Watching him leave, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, exchanged glances, and then revealed a bitter smile.
Their market was not large, but it was close to the outer sea, so many cultivators came and went, mostly to hunt demonic beasts at sea. Every day, several high-level cultivators would come and go.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling passed through the stone archway. He saw many cultivators, but at this time, he asked Lan Que through voice transmission.
"Senior, if I'm not mistaken, although that bead is insignificant, the blood light inside seems to be the aura of the Blood Light Old Demon."
"That's right, that bit of blood light inside is indeed the aura of the cultivator who stopped you under the Demon Spring before," Lan Que's voice responded in his mind.
Zhang Ling's face, hidden under the black robe, changed slightly.
This matter made him feel even stranger. The bead was to sense the aura of the stolen cultivator, so how could the blood light inside be the aura of the Blood Light Old Demon?
However, the time just now was too short, and he didn't have time to carefully study the bead. He didn't know if it was because the bead was refined by the Blood Sky Tribe, or if it had other wonderful uses.
"What, are you interested in this matter?"
"I'm not interested in getting involved in the affairs of the alien demons. Whether there is a real treasure-stealing cultivator or it's just a smokescreen, it has nothing to do with us," Zhang Ling laughed.
"Hehe, you are cautious," Lan Que also snorted and stopped transmitting his voice.
Zhang Ling put away his thoughts and looked at the shops and simple stone houses on both sides of the street. He began to stroll around.
At this time, he was alone. Xuan Gui did not follow him. He was collected into a Two-Yin Calabash and hidden in his sleeve.
Of course, the black two-winged Calabash that Lan Que was attached to was also in his sleeve.
Speaking of which, the architectural style of the alien demons is more primitive, mostly built with huge stones. Moreover, it is very rough. Many houses seem to be made of large and small black stones, without any special construction.
However, the alien demons have developed to this day, and these utensils are also engraved with magic patterns and other array patterns, so you can't just look at the appearance.
Entering the market of the alien demons for the first time, Zhang Ling maintained a novel attitude and planned to take a tour.
After all, staying on a deserted island for more than ten years was a bit boring. Now that he has just returned to the Northern Plains cultivation world, adjusting his mentality will also help his cultivation.
……
Two days later, Zhang Ling turned into a black light and left the Black Jade Market. He held a black jade slip in his hand and was still studying something.
Not long after flying for thousands of miles, crossing a low mountain, he suddenly stopped and flew downwards, landing in a dense forest. He sat cross-legged under a large tree, seemingly to recover his consumed spiritual power.
After a cup of tea's time, a gray cloud more than ten feet wide floated over the dense forest.
The sky nearby was gloomy, as if a storm was about to come. A gray cloud was hidden in it, and it was originally unremarkable.
But if a cultivator's divine sense was strong, they would find that two cultivators were hiding in the gray cloud. They stopped here and looked at the dense forest below, seemingly searching for something.
These were two late-stage Golden Core cultivators, a tall, thin old man, and a fair-faced middle-aged man dressed like a scholar.
"Boss, that person is hiding below. Let's do it," the old man looked happy and asked carefully through voice transmission.
"Wait, don't rush. This prey also has mid-stage peak strength. For safety's sake, let's quietly go down and set up the Demon Cloud Formation before we strike," the middle-aged scholar said evilly.
"The boss is still cautious. This kid bought a lot of things in the Treasure Light Pavilion before. According to my lover, he spent a full two hundred thousand magic stones. He's a fat sheep," the old man licked his dry lips, revealing a sinister smile.
"Alright, enough nonsense. Let's go down and solve this person. You'll get your share of the benefits. This place is quite remote, a good place to strike," a black light flashed in the scholar's hand, and several black flags appeared, also revealing a greedy look.
"Two fellow Daoists, doing this costless business, and even discussing it swaggeringly above Zhang's head, isn't that too presumptuous?"
The two people hiding in the clouds were about to sneak down quietly to set up a formation to surround the prey. But at this moment, a clear and cold voice entered their ears.
The scholar's face immediately changed drastically, and he quickly scanned his surroundings with his divine sense. He immediately discovered that behind the cloud they were hiding in, more than ten feet away, a figure in a black robe had appeared.
"It's you, how…"
