Chapter 1005 - 335: Secret Grounds

Ruyang City.

Located at the intersection of the Central Plains Region and the Southern Barbarians.

A few years ago, a stable node passage opened near the Central Plains and Southern Barbarians.

Due to the existence of this node passage, a cultivation marketplace arose near Ruyang City, and legends of cultivators gradually became more common among the ordinary folk.

The tea house was bustling with chatter.

"Do you all know what I saw today?"

A playful young woman in a light pink dress spoke excitedly, her face showing a hint of boastfulness.

"What?"

"Don’t tell me you’ve been accepted as a disciple by an Immortal?"

The woman’s companion gave a faint smile, teasingly.

"Not quite."

The playful woman said sullenly, her excitement from earlier gone.

She pretended to be nonchalant and said, "This morning, while hunting outside with my third brother, I saw an Immortal flying in the sky. The fairy maiden was extremely beautiful."

"Immortals, they’re nothing to be surprised about."

"It’s just a pity that Immortals are mysterious and elusive."

The woman’s companion said regretfully.

With the appearance of the temporal passage, more cultivators started appearing in Ruyang City, and more city folk have witnessed cultivators displaying traces of immortality.

"Sister Qiao’Er, I heard there’s an Immortal on Yanlai Mountain. Shall we find some time to seek our fortune there?"

The playful woman suggested.

In Ruyang City, various stories about seeking Immortality and Dao abound, hearsay and tales concocted by busybodies, countless in number.

People’s hearts for seeking Immortality are already stirred.

"No going."

"In recent years, outside is getting less peaceful, every so often terrifying monsters roam the deep mountains and forests, too dangerous."

The woman named Qiao’Er shook her head, a hint of fear in her eyes.

She had seen these monsters with her own eyes.

Due to the appearance of the node passage, the demonic energy concentration within thousands of kilometers was affected.

Along with some remaining loose fish escaping from the Demon God Barrier.

More and more magical puppets emerge nearby.

If it weren’t for the passing cultivators who slay demons and magical puppets, and the Demon Suppression Army stationed nearby cleaning them up.

The magical puppets might have already become rampant.

At the table by the window.

Lin Zheyu drank fine tea, listening to others eagerly discussing various rumors related to cultivators.

A sense of unreality.

A few years ago, when he was just an ordinary Martial Artist, not a trace of Immortals could be seen.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, due to the invasion of the Demon Realm, Immortals had started to reveal themselves among the common folk.

"You’re here."

Suddenly, Lin Zheyu set down his teacup, looked to his right, and said with a smile.

The person was a beautiful woman, her appearance instantly quieting the entire tea house, everyone unwittingly turned to look at her.

"I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, fellow Daoist."

Tu Mingzhen nodded lightly and spoke.

She pointed to the middle-aged man beside her and introduced: "This is my third uncle, Tu Yangming."

"I am Tu Yangming of the Tu Family, greetings to Mr. Xiao."

Tu Yangming cupped his hands and said calmly.

He appeared to be a man of few words, his aura not revealing anything, seemingly an ordinary person.

Lin Zheyu had anticipated Tu Mingzhen bringing other helpers.

They had initial agreements, and this did not violate their set rules.

"I am Xiao Yu of the Martial Alliance, greetings fellow Daoists."

Lin Zheyu smiled and nodded, indicating to the spot in front of him: "Please sit, is it just you two from the Tu Family?"

"The two of us are enough."

"The Witch Race relic there has entry restrictions for cultivators, only those below the Nascent Soul level can enter."

"The relic is likely designed to select successors, allowing only three people to enter at once."

Tu Mingzhen explained.

During the time Lin Zheyu had dallied, Tu Mingzhen hadn’t been idle.

She gathered trustworthy cultivators from her family and ventured into the Witch Race relic multiple times.

Unfortunately, the location of the Refining Nether Fire she needed was extremely dangerous, and without Lin Zheyu’s two magical artifacts for assistance, it was impossible to obtain.

Otherwise, Tu Mingzhen wouldn’t have been so kind to wait until Lin Zheyu was available to journey together.

"So, it seems that the two magical artifacts I possess can play a crucial role in that Witch Race relic!"

Lin Zheyu said with a smile.

"For me, indeed very important."

"To acquire the item I desire requires the aid of those two magical treasures."

Tu Mingzhen said frankly.

"Haha, fellow Daoist is honest."

"Are you two going to have lunch here before leaving, or set off now?" Lin Zheyu asked leisurely.

"Let’s set off now."

Tu Yangming, who had kept silent, said calmly.

He was a reserved cultivator, after speaking, he resumed silence.

This didn’t bother Lin Zheyu much.

In his perception, Tu Yangming was merely at the Middle Stage of Golden Elixir, posing no threat.

"Alright then."

Lin Zheyu nodded with a smile.

He slowly stood up, his form slightly blurred, following behind Tu Yangming and the others, ascending into the air, disappearing from sight.

"Ah! An Immortal!"

"Oh my god, I saw an Immortal!"

"I missed out, I should have rushed up and worshiped him just now!"

Witnessing this scene, the tea house erupted into noisy clamor.

After the three departed, an imposing figure appeared from the void, gazing in the direction they had gone.