"Tomorrow morning at eight, we will gather at Cyan Yang Peak to head towards the Flooding Cliff Mountain Range together!"
Before leaving, the Grand Elder reminded a few core disciples including Chu Ming. The core disciples acknowledged and left the Treasure Pavilion.
Returning to his small courtyard, Chu Ming took out the Blue Red Sword. The blue light on the sword shimmered slightly, giving it a sleek and glossy appearance.
With the Blue Red Sword, his attack power increased by at least ten percent. Chu Ming did not waste any time that day, continually cultivating the "Fire Element Body Forging Chapter" using the Blood Killing Fist.
Assuming a stance, Chu Ming followed the incantation of the "Fire Element Body Forging Chapter," swinging his fists while consuming a top-grade Body Tempering Pill. Now, upper-grade Body Tempering Pills had minimal effect on his body’s tempering, only top-grade ones made a noticeable impact.
As he swung his fists, a surge of soreness and numbness spread throughout his body, especially in his muscles, which trembled continuously. The heartbeat in his chest pounded like a drum, seeming almost audible.
The sound of his blood flowing echoed in his ears, resembling the peaceful flow of a stream. A layer of crystalline sweat seeped from Chu Ming’s skin, sparkling.
Simultaneously, there was a layer of black impurities on Chu Ming’s skin, emitting a strange odor.
For martial artists, time always passes quickly. Chu Ming spent the entire day cultivating the "Fire Element Body Forging Chapter."
The next day, at Cyan Yang Peak of Cyan Yang Sect.
The Grand Elder stood in the center, with several inner sect elders whose auras were slightly weaker than his on either side, including familiar faces like the Second Elder and Third Elder.
The Third Elder had been injured half a month ago, but now looked energetic, without a trace of weakness.
As Chu Ming and the others arrived at the main hall.
The Grand Elder spoke: "Today, we will go to the Flooding Cliff Mountain Range. Before that, let me remind you of a few points. First, the treasures you obtain in the Celestial Flame Secret Realm can be exchanged for contribution points back at the sect. The value of the contribution points depends on the value of the treasures you obtain."
"Second, the Celestial Flame Secret Realm is open for one week. During this time, collect as many useful spiritual medicines and minerals as possible. Avoid fighting unless absolutely necessary. However, if someone bullies you, don’t hold back. Cyan Yang Sect’s disciples do not provoke trouble, but they are not afraid of it. If possible, try to stay together to avoid being isolated and picked off by disciples from other sects."
The ten disciples nodded in agreement.
The Grand Elder continued: "Third, besides being cautious of disciples from other sects, you must also be wary of demon beasts in the Celestial Flame Secret Realm. Some demon beasts have accidentally entered the secret realm. They vary in strength. Twenty years ago, a sixth-level demon beast accidentally entered and caused heavy casualties among the disciples of various sects. However, the probability of this happening is extremely low, almost negligible, so don’t worry unnecessarily."
After giving these instructions, the Grand Elder waved his hand and said, "Follow me!"
Saying this, he turned to a nearby inner sect elder in a gray robe and said, "Fifth Elder, release the Guardian Demon Beast!"
The Fifth Elder nodded slightly. He was in charge of all the demon beasts in Cyan Yang Sect. The Guardian Demon Beast’s strength was almost on par with his own, even comparable to the Grand Elder. Therefore, he could only communicate with it roughly.
A flying magical beast swooped down from a distant peak, its wings blocking out the sky, casting a shadow. Its feathers, like sharp spikes, pierced the void, and its wings dispersed the morning fog, slicing through the air.
A top-tier sixth-level demon beast, the Red Spirit Griffin.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure from the Red Spirit Griffin, Chu Ming and the other ten disciples found it hard to breathe.
This was the first time Chu Ming and his group had seen the Guardian Demon Beast, the Red Spirit Griffin, despite having heard of it many times.
The Red Spirit Griffin was a top-tier sixth-level demon beast, with spiritual power far more abundant than an ordinary True Dao limit martial artist. If not for its lack of techniques compared to martial artists, even the Grand Elder would not be its match.
The Red Spirit Griffin landed, exuding an aura of majesty. The Grand Elder said, "Everyone, get on!"
The back of the Red Spirit Griffin was large enough to accommodate dozens of people.
The Grand Elder stood at the front, followed by the Second Elder and Third Elder. Chu Ming and the ten disciples stood in the middle, while three other inner sect elders stood at the rear, their expressions solemn.
Once everyone was steady, the Fifth Elder gave the command.
The Red Spirit Griffin’s hind legs pushed off, shooting into the sky. In a few blinks of an eye, it vanished into the clouds.
The Flooding Cliff Mountain Range, located in the western part of the Great Yan Kingdom, was filled with the sounds of birdsong. Although it was less dangerous than the Cyan Yang Mountain Range, it could not be underestimated. The nearest sects to the Flooding Cliff Mountain Range were the Martial Extreme Sect and Cyan Nether Mountain, as the range lay on the border between the two sects.
In the middle of the Flooding Cliff Mountain Range, there was a mound, not steep but surrounded by many white bones, the powder and fragments of which were scattered everywhere.
At the moment, two sects had already arrived at the mound, each with nearly twenty people, half of whom were core disciples and inner sect elders.
These two sects were Martial Extreme Sect and Cyan Nether Mountain.
Martial Extreme Sect’s elders and core disciples had a long sword embroidered on the chest part of their attire, the sword was extremely sharp with a golden dragon coiled around the blade, exuding an aura of majesty.
Cyan Nether Mountain’s members had an embroidered mountain on their sleeves, not clearly visible but identifiable.
The disciples of the two sects sized each other up, their eyes filled with intense hostility and killing intent, ready for a fight at any moment.
From the horizon came the sudden roar of a beast, sharp and loud.
"The Cyan Yang Sect has arrived!"
Martial Extreme Sect’s Grand Elder was a withered old man with only one arm, sharp gaze that commanded fear.
In no time, the Red Spirit Griffin arrived above the mound.
The Grand Elder jumped down first.
Dust billowed on the mound as Cyan Yang Sect members landed. The Red Spirit Griffin let out a high-pitched cry, turned around, and flew off, presumably to hunt for food.
"Zhao Quanxuan, long time no see!"
Martial Extreme Sect’s Grand Elder laughed heartily, his intimidating presence pressing towards Zhao Quanxuan.
"Qing Wumiao, you old codger, you lack manners!"
The Grand Elder exuded a terrifying aura, clashing with Qing Wumiao.
The mound shook, sending waves of dirt flying, creating craters in the ground.
"Celestial Star Sect and Burning Fire Valley have arrived!"
Cyan Nether Mountain’s Grand Elder, an old woman, looked up towards the sky.
From the horizon, two terrifying demon beasts flew towards the mound.