September.
It was already late autumn, but the weather in the south was still pleasant. The lush greenery blanketing Qianmu Mountain hadn't faded in the slightest. Beyond the mountain, in the vast stretches of fertile farmland, the second rice harvest of the year was underway. The fields were a sea of gold, shimmering like brilliant treasure from a distance.
Five days after Wang Ping received Guan Xi's letter, the five cultivators Zi Luan had mentioned entered Qianmu Temple in secret. Three of them were Second Realm Cultivators. They performed a full kowtow to Wang Ping, and immediately after, they eagerly entered the underground secret chamber to begin their seclusion. It seemed they didn't want to waste a single drop of the energy they had left.
After they entered the secret chamber, Wang Ping summoned two puppets he had crafted and placed them inside to monitor the cultivators in their Death Seclusion, ensuring they wouldn't continue to occupy the space after death.
