The Cultivators Outside the Valley

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Near a small valley covered in vines, a ball of white light was shooting toward them from a distance.

Within the white light, there was a beautiful green-robed woman sitting on a spirit bird that was as white as snow.

In the blink of an eye, the bird arrived above the valley at lightning speed. It then folded its wings and swooped down. Just as it was about to plunge into the dense vines, the woman raised her hand and cast an incantation seal.

Suddenly, green light flashed and the vines disappeared, only to be replaced by a green barrier of light.

The green-robed woman unhesitatingly commanded the spirit bird beneath her to disappear into the light barrier in a flash of white light.

Underneath the light barrier, there were six green-robed cultivators sitting inside a pentagonal spell formation.

The spell formation wasn’t very large and was only sixty to seventy feet wide. Five of them sat cross-legged at the five corners of the spell formation. Spiritual light flashed from the edges of the spell formation, and a long-bearded old man sat at the center with his eyes closed.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky.

A ball of white light slowly descended, and a short moment later, the green-robed woman arrived before the old man and saluted him.

The green-robed woman lowered her head and respectfully said, “Disciple pays her respects to Martial Senior. The miasma in the mountain range has completely disappeared. Many cultivators have already gone to Devilfall Valley.”

“Has the Ghost Spirit Sect set off?” The long-bearded old man twirled his long beard and slowly asked. “Most of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples haven’t set off yet, but a few disciples have left early.” The woman thought for a moment and carefully replied.

The long-bearded old man calmly commanded, “Since the Ghost Spirit Sect’s old fellows haven’t moved, we don’t have to be in a hurry. As long as we keep an eye on the elders, nothing will go wrong. Martial Nephew Han, continue to monitor their movements. If there are any abnormal movements, immediately report to us.”

“Yes, disciple will set off immediately.” The green-robed woman accepted the order without any hesitation.

Soon after, she bowed to the old man and flew into the air on her spirit bird. Not long after, she rushed out of the light barrier and disappeared.

The old man stared at the green-robed woman’s disappearing figure with a hint of contemplation in his eyes, but his expression soon returned to normal.

As for the five cultivators surrounding the spell formation, from the moment the green-robed woman appeared to the moment she left, all of them remained motionless on the spot as if they were wooden puppets.

The long-bearded old man seemed to be used to this and closed his eyes again without the slightest surprise.

…

At the same time, on the peak of a tall mountain a hundred kilometers away, a gray-robed Daoist priest in his fifties or sixties stood upright on a mountain rock. Facing the fierce wind, he narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Devilfall Valley.

There were two tall figures standing behind him, one red and one azure. They were over 20 feet tall.

However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that the two figures had azure faces and sharp fangs, and they were expressionless. They were actually two mechanical puppets in the form of evil ghosts.

At that moment, the Daoist priest turned his head to look at the two puppets and a trace of self-satisfaction appeared on his face.

“With the help of these two ancient puppets that are comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators, our trip to Devilfall Valley will surely be fruitful.” With that said, the Daoist priest raised his hand and cast two spell seals.

The two malevolent ghost puppets shrunk rapidly and flew into his sleeve. The Daoist priest then transformed into a streak of red light that tore through the air in the direction of Devilfall Valley.

…

In another area of the sky, three streaks of light were flying side by side.

In a streak of light, two old men and a woman flew toward Devilfall Valley.

If Han Li saw these three people, he would immediately be stunned. This was because two of the three people were people he knew.

One of them was a yellow-robed old man. He was none other than Ancestor Linghu of Yellow Maple Valley. Beside him was a white-robed woman with a pale face and a cold expression. She was the Grand Elder of the Masked Moon Sect, and Nangong Wan’s senior sister.

The only old man that Han Li did not recognize was the old man with high eyebrows and deep frames. He had a lion’s nose and a huge mouth, and his appearance was very strange.

The three of them were silent as they hurried on their way. Blinding light erupted from their bodies as they flew through the air, transforming into three specks of light before disappearing without a trace.

…

The same situation occurred from time to time near the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range. Many cultivators were confident in their trip to Devilfall Valley.

At this moment, Han Li had already arrived near Devilfall Valley.

On a mound about five kilometers away from the entrance, he looked in the direction of Devilfall Valley in silence.

Han Li didn’t need to use his spiritual sense to know that there were over a thousand cultivators gathered within a radius of several tens of kilometers. There was no lack of Nascent Soul eccentrics among them. These eccentrics might not have the same cultivation as the three great cultivators, but they were not easy to deal with in terms of secret techniques and abilities. Han Li wasn’t conceited. He never believed that apart from the three great cultivators and Moulan Divine Sages, there was nothing to fear. If he was careless, he would also lose his life here.

As Han Li pondered, he occasionally sized up the entrance to Devilfall Valley.

If not for the fact that all the cultivators had gathered here from the start, Han Li would not have believed that such an ordinary opening in the mountain was the entrance to Devilfall Valley. However, above the entrance, there were rolling gray clouds and surging spiritual Qi, showing many strange signs that made one’s heart tremble.

From the outside, the entrance was only about 100 feet wide. Han Li extended his spiritual sense into the opening of the valley and probed it. However, when his spiritual sense was only about 1,000 feet deep into the valley, it was blocked by a mysterious restriction in the valley. He did not see the so-called spatial rifts.

Although Han Li could also rely on his powerful spiritual sense to forcefully break through, he hesitated for a moment in the face of a dangerous place like Devilfall Valley and cautiously retracted his spiritual sense.

Afterwards, Han Li sat cross-legged on the mound and closed his eyes to meditate.

Time slowly passed. Half a day later, Han Li’s spiritual sense sensed that more and more cultivators were gathering here. Among them, there were a few auras that were vaguely familiar. They should be people he knew.

Han Li thought for a moment and identified them one by one. However, he frowned. At this moment, a furious voice suddenly came from nearby.

“The Moulan people are here! It’s the Moulan spell warriors. They really want to enter the valley to search for treasures.”

As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion immediately erupted at the entrance.

Han Li’s heart also trembled as he opened his eyes to look.

In the sky not far away, there was a strange carriage flying toward them at a leisurely pace.

This carriage was much larger than a normal flying carriage. It was conical in shape and was over 200 feet long. Its surface was shimmering with silver light and densely engraved with talismans. At a glance, one could tell that this carriage wasn’t an ordinary object. More than ten cultivators wearing Moulan attire were standing in the carriage. If they weren’t Moulan spell warriors, then who could they be?

When Han Li saw this, he revealed a trace of surprise.

Although he had previously heard rumors that the Moulan people were also going to be involved in this mess, he felt that it was unlikely.

After all, although the Moulan had made peace with the Heavenly South, there were many casualties on both sides in the border war. The Moulan had formed a deep enmity with many sects. Without several hundred years, this enmity would not be so easily resolved.

Under such circumstances, it was truly inconceivable that the Moulan dared to venture deep into the heart of the Heavenly South Region to search for treasures in Devilfall Valley. Could it be that they weren’t afraid that the cultivators who were eager for revenge would ambush them?

Just as Han Li was feeling puzzled, the huge flying carriage flew into the air at the entrance. The face of the person in the carriage could be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Han Li looked at the two people in the lead and suddenly realized something.

Since these two were leading the team, there was indeed no need to fear ordinary cultivators seeking revenge on them. However, how could the three great spell warriors of Moulan allow them to come here? Han Li was still somewhat puzzled.

The two spell warriors standing at the front of the flying carriage were a man and a woman. They were Scholar Zhong and the woman surnamed Le, who was in charge of the ancient lantern. With Scholar Zhong’s late-Nascent Soul Stage abilities, he was indeed able to suppress the revenge of ordinary cultivators.

The flying carriage landed on a small mountain not far away from Han Li. All the spell warriors left the carriage one after another. The woman surnamed Le formed an incantation gesture and shrunk the flying carriage. The others stared at the entrance of Devilfall Valley with astonishment.

It seemed that they were just as surprised as Han Li.

Just as all of the cultivators were looking at the Moulan people with hostility, light flashed in the distance once again, and over a hundred streaks of light suddenly appeared, flying toward them.

“It’s the Ghost Spirit Sect!” Someone immediately recognized these streaks of light and called out in a low voice.

The gazes that were originally focused on the Moulan spell warriors instantly turned to the sky.

Han Li snorted in his heart as his gaze flickered.

These streaks of light weren’t very fast. They calmly flew above the valley entrance and descended about 1,000 feet away from it.

After the light faded, over a hundred black-robed cultivators appeared. They were all cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect. The three cultivators standing in front of the crowd attracted Han Li’s attention.

Han Li recognized the cultivator on the far left of the three. He was the Ghost Spirit Sect’s Wang Tiangu.

Han Li’s heart stirred. He looked around and found Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan in the crowd.

Wang Chan appeared to be well, but Yan Ruyan’s complexion didn’t seem to be too good. She appeared somewhat haggard.

“Could it be that the Yin Devil Execution didn’t cause any serious injuries to this person? Or could it be that she reconnected her broken limbs, but I just couldn’t tell?” Han Li’s mind quickly thought, and two unconfirmed answers immediately surfaced.

However, with Han Li’s current cultivation and reputation, Wang Chan was no longer a threat to him. Thus, his gaze shifted and landed on the other two Nascent Soul cultivators in the lead.

The cultivator in the middle was a middle-aged man wearing a broad black robe with a dark expression. His expression exuded an extraordinary aura of authority. It was obvious that he held great power and often gave orders.

On the right was an old man with a pale face. His beard and hair were all white, but his eagle eyes were shining brightly, and his body was filled with a dense baleful aura.

These two were both Nascent Soul cultivators, but their faces were very unfamiliar. They should not have participated in the war at the border. However, the old man was already at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, which made Han Li take a few more glances.