Faced with Mu Linchen, a powerful cultivator at the fifth level of the Spirit Acupoint Realm who had opened his Guanyuan and Qihai acupoints, Mu Yun had no choice but to obediently follow him to the Qin family.
At this moment, dozens of martial artists had already gathered at the entrance of the Qin family mansion.
Looking around, the lowest cultivation level among them was at the seventh level of the Qi Condensation Realm.
After all, only at the seventh level of the Qi Condensation Realm could one truly step into the martial path, and only then would they be useful.
After escorting Mu Yun to the Qin family, Mu Linchen left with peace of mind.
Leading the Qin family delegation was Qin Mengyao's second uncle, Qin Wushuang. Since Qin Mengyao had always been treated like a precious jewel in the Qin family, Qin Wushuang smiled broadly upon seeing this rising star, the future son-in-law of the Qin family.
At this moment, within Beiyun City, almost every force, large and small, was focusing its attention on the trip to Fengling Cave.
After all, a powerful cultivator at the fifth level of the Spirit Acupoint Realm was enough to make the entire Beiyun City take notice.
On this day, numerous martial artists from Beiyun City could be seen gathering within the Beiyun Mountains.
Mu Yun was among them.
Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to leave the Qin family's group, but Qin Wushuang was far too stubborn, insisting on chatting with him incessantly throughout the journey.
Qin Mengyao stood to the side, suppressing her laughter as she watched Mu Yun's disheveled appearance.
This was arguably Mu Yun's most embarrassing moment.
Fortunately, before reaching the Wind Ridge Cave, Mu Yun cleverly found an excuse to leave the group.
Privately, upon arriving at the vicinity of the Wind Ridge Cave, Mu Yun looked at the martial artists secretly observing the area and shook his head slightly.
In his previous life, before becoming the former king, he had witnessed far too many such scenes of treasures appearing.
However, none of the martial artists who rushed to the treasure's location at the first moment ever met a good end.
"Instructor Mu, you really came!"
Just as Mu Yun was secretly observing the terrain, a joyful voice rang out.
"Mo Yang?"
"Hehe, Master, it wasn't my idea to come!" Mo Yang chuckled. "This time, I was forced to come by my father. I have absolutely no interest in Wind Ridge Cave!"
"..."
Looking at Mo Yang's jovial appearance, Mu Yun shook his head.
Mo Yang was currently only at the fifth level of the Qi Condensation Realm of Physical Body, which was completely useless in this situation; he would just be cannon fodder.
"You kid, you're my disciple. Since you're here, you should learn from your master!"
"No problem!"
Seeing Mu Yun's cautious expression, Mo Yang grinned and followed Mu Yun into hiding.
He really hadn't expected to gain anything from this trip.
> The Mo Family Merchant Guild hadn't originally planned to come, but due to the strong suggestions from his second uncle and Mo Hai's lineage, his father had no choice but to send people.
However, this didn't mean the Mo Family agreed to the operation.
This time, his second uncle, Mo Ying, and Mo Hai were leading the team; he was just there to observe.
"Alright, kid, just listen to me!"
Looking at Mo Yang, Mu Yun suddenly smiled.
A large group gathered around Fengling Cave. After failing to find Mu Yun, Qin Wushuang had no choice but to give up.
Qin Mengyao, however, remained worried about Mu Yun and kept inquiring about his whereabouts. Meanwhile, in the past few days, Mu Yun, along with Mo Yang, had been hunting demonic beasts in the Northern Cloud Mountains, strengthening Mo Yang's sword intent while simultaneously honing his Eight Desolate Life and Death Seal and the Heaven-Mending Sword Dao.
Finally, the martial artists from various families and forces around Fengling Cave couldn't resist any longer.
One person stepped into Fengling Cave, and then a group followed. That day, Mu Yun and Mo Yang hid atop a towering tree a thousand meters away from Fengling Cave, secretly observing the group.
"Master, the Qin, Diao, and Wang families have already entered Fengling Cave. What do you think we should do?"
"Don't rush, wait a little longer!"
Leaning against a tree branch, Mu Yun, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, said slowly.
"Huh?"
Seeing Mu Yun's knowing look, Mo Yang hesitated and fell silent.
After a long while, Mo Yang couldn't help but ask again, "Master, those disciples of the Holy Pill Sect, Shao Yu, Shao Ming, Tie Shan Hu, Tang Ming Yang, and Ba Yu De, have also gone in. What do you think we should do?"
"You brat, what's the rush!"
Mu Yun slapped Mo Yang's head hard and scolded, "Don't you understand the saying 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'? The orioles have only just entered, and you're already this anxious?"
"Yes, yes, Master is right!"
Seeing Mu Yun's nonchalant attitude, Mo Yang finally felt relieved.
He hadn't come here expecting any treasures; he was just here with Mo Ying to see what it was like.
Now, he held Mu Yun in the highest esteem and had unwavering faith in him, choosing to unconditionally trust his words.
As night fell, Mo Yang, still groggy, was suddenly punched on the head and groggily stood up.
"Master, what's wrong?"
He rubbed
his eyes opening them to the dim light.
He hadn't expected that his brief drowsiness would be followed by nightfall.
"See that?"
Mu Yun chuckled, his gaze falling downwards. "Shao Ming, Tang Mingyang, and the others have already come out. Among the four great families, the Diao, Wang, and Qin families have all suffered considerable losses. It seems that this trip to Fengling Cave yielded very little for them!"
"Ah?"
Hearing Mu Yun's words, Mo Yang jolted awake.
So, those who entered Fengling Cave had already come out?
Didn't that mean they had already obtained the treasures?
Then, all his and Mu Yun's efforts here had been in vain?
"Master!"
"What's wrong?"
"They've come out. Aren't we just waiting here for them to come to us?" Mo Yang asked with suspicion, "Could it be, Master, that you want to take advantage of their misfortune?"
Mo Yang shrank back and said, "Master, you should understand that with our current level, it's almost impossible for us to intercept and kill any of their forces!"
"Idiot!"
Mu Yun slapped Mo Yang on the head and scolded, "I'm asking you, what is your master's main purpose in coming here this time?"
"Huh?"
Hearing Mu Yun's words, Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mu Yun with suspicion.
"The Spirit Sealing Grass?"
"That's right!"
Mu Yun said seriously, "They have already explored this Wind Ridge Cave. Even if there is any danger, they should have been able to eliminate it with their methods."
"Our main purpose in entering here now is the Spirit Sealing Grass!"
Mu Yun said carefully, "This time, as long as we get the Spirit Sealing Grass, I can refine the Spirit Sealing Pill, and then return to Beiyun City to heal Qi Ming's father. Then the Mu family will have a low-grade Xuanqi Master out of nowhere. At that time, how will the Diao family and the Wang family be a match for us!"
Hearing his master's words, Mo Yang's face was full of admiration.
Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!
Mo Yang looked at Mu Yun seriously.
But slowly, Mo Yang suddenly considered a problem.
"Master?"
"Yes!"
"What if there's some rare treasure, or some Xuan-rank martial skill, or Xuan weapon inside that Wind Ridge Cave? If someone else gets it, aren't you even a little bit disappointed?"
"Disappointed with what!"
Hearing Mo Yang's words, Mu Yun chuckled and pointed to his head.
"Master's place is far more valuable than any of those Xuan weapons, Xuan-rank martial skills, or fourth-grade pills!"
Hearing Mu Yun's confident words, Mo Yang felt a surge of admiration.
Brilliant!
Truly brilliant!
Mu Yun's current level of confidence was something Mo Yang had never witnessed before.
Even the Dean of Bei Yun Academy wouldn't dare to so confidently claim that his knowledge surpassed that of a fifth-level Spirit Cave Realm expert.
"Alright, let's go!"
"Go?"
"Yes!" Mu Yun said matter-of-factly, "The martial artists inside Fengling Cave have already emerged; it's time for us to collect the Sealing Spirit Grass."
"Oh, oh!"
Watching Mu Yun's departing figure, Mo Yang muttered to himself.
Could it be that Instructor Mu possessed something strange that made him believe it was more precious than the treasures left behind by a fifth-level Spirit Cave Realm expert?
Despite his doubts, Mo Yang followed.
Regardless, he chose to trust his master.
"Ugh..."
Having entered the cave within ten meters, seeing the mess on the ground, Mo Yang suddenly couldn't hold back and collapsed to the ground, vomiting repeatedly.
Inside the cave, corpses lay scattered about.
Around them, wriggling black worms gnawed at the bodies.
"Master, what are these? They're disgusting!"
"Black worms!"
Mu Yun said calmly. "These worms feed solely on the corpses of the recently deceased. Wherever there are dead martial artists, there they are."
"It seems this Wind Ridge Cave is far more than just the grave of a martial artist at the fifth level of the Spirit Cave Realm!"
Mu Yun's words were not unfounded; he had seen countless graves left by departed martial artists.
Black worms, these kinds of demonic beasts, would never be attracted to martial artists below the fifth level of the Spirit Cave Realm.
The owner of this grave could not possibly be merely at the fifth level of the Spirit Cave Realm.
Before long, as the two gradually ventured deeper into the cave, they encountered more and more corpses.
Faced with the decay and deplorable state of the bodies, Mo Yang's patience grew stronger.
"Master, the Spirit Sealing Grass!"
After rounding a bend in the mountain cave, seeing the green grass covering the ground, Mo Yang suddenly exclaimed and couldn't help but walk towards the patch of grass.
"Careful!"
Seeing Mo Yang suddenly step forward, Mo Yang took a step forward, his hand forming a claw, and grabbed Mo Yang to his side.
"Master?"
Having been pulled back by Mu Yun, Mo Yang looked at Mu Yun with a puzzled expression.