Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

There were about thirteen or fourteen people in this group, and most of them were between twenty and forty years old. All of them wore the same set of Heavenly Extreme Hall and were most likely without a doubt, disciples.    

And at the very back of their group, there was a rather unique looking old man.    

The old man had a head full of white hair. He wore a purple robe and had a large, vermilion gourd tied around his waist. He walked alone at the back of the line.    

At this time, a thirty year old Young Martial Cultivator turned his head and impatiently shouted at the elderly man, "You old bastard, can you mother walk faster? You've slowed down our group, do you understand?"    

The other middle-aged man turned around and walked up to the old man. He looked down at him and coldly said, "Junior Martial Brother Liu is right. Old man, you purposely walked behind us. Are you trying to escape?"    

"Senior Zhuge already said that as long as you can help us find a hundred stalks of spirit grasses with Earth Rank High Grade above the level of Earth Rank High Grade, you will be free to leave. If you move your head, don't blame us for not showing mercy."    

The old man only glanced at them indifferently. His furious eyes revealed a hint of sorrow, but he did not say anything. His footsteps quickened as he looked into the distance.    

Since this place wanted him to find spiritual medicines, he also had to hurry on his way. The amount of spiritual herbs here was countless times more than in the outside world. But firstly, more than half of them were picked by the King Stage Expert, and secondly, no one would be able to find the Spirit Grass on the main road just by walking around.    

Not only did he not give him time to search, he also wanted to reap a huge harvest.    

Even though the Master Dong was extremely familiar with the distribution of medicinal properties and spirit herbs, it was still impossible for it to be like this.    

There was no doubt that these Heavenly Extreme Hall disciples were purposely making things difficult for the venerable elder, the Master Dong.    

"I really wonder where he got his master title from?" After walking for so long, we only found seven or eight stalks? "    

"How can there be a true master in a mundane country?" They were all people who lived up to their reputations and sought for fame! How can you compare to our Sacred Grounds? "    

"This place is filled with treasures. If I were to ask, I would say that it would be better to directly open a palace. The benefits you get would definitely be greater than harvesting these Spirit Grasses."    

"You think it's easy to open a palace? If Senior Brother Ye Bufann is not here, with just us people, how can we fight against the King Stage Expert? "We can only wait until after we reunite with Senior Brother Ye and the others. At that time, this old man will be useless …" Some people whispered in hushed tones.    

"Are we going to let him go?" A person at the side asked.    

"How could that be possible? That old fellow, Dong Qisheng, was so close to that brat back then. How could he let him go so easily? I think he'll probably …" The man stretched out his hand and cut his own neck, and then a cruel grin appeared on his face.    

"This... "No matter what, he is still a famed Master alchemist. If others were to find out that he was killed by our Heavenly Extreme Hall, it might affect our sect." The person at the side frowned.    

"Are you stupid?" Wasn't it normal for people to die in this place? How would outsiders know how he died? "When the time comes, we can just kill old man Dong."    

"That's true …"    

The group of people discussed in secret and continued to advance forward. As they walked, the oldest middle-aged Martial Cultivator in the front stopped in his tracks, and stood in a daze for a few breaths' time.    

"Senior Zhuge, what's wrong?" When he finally regained his senses, the man who wanted to kill Master Dong asked as he took a few steps forward.    

"I received a message from Senior Brother Ye, asking us to camp here. He and the other senior brothers will be there immediately." The middle-aged Martial Cultivator, Senior Brother Zhuge said with a deep voice.    

"Haha, Senior Brother Ye has finally contacted us?"    

"Then let's wait here for a while. Senior Brother Ye and the others should be able to arrive in less than an hour. As long as Senior Brother Ye arrives, we can make a big show of ourselves …"    

The Martial Cultivator s who entered the Demon God Mountain Range were split into two groups, one of which was an expert led by Ye Bufann, whose original mission was to chase and kill Ye Feng.    

After the news of the appearance of the Black Mist Cliff's strange treasure had spread out, the higher ups of the Heavenly Extreme Hall had discussed this matter, then dispatched another thirty people from their Void Stage Grandmaster here.    

Right now, this group of people were part of the Martial Cultivator sent over.    

However, Ye Bufann and the rest could not find any trace of Ye Feng, adding to that, after they entered the ancient city, the treasures were all over the place and the spirit grass was growing, which caused them to temporarily put aside searching for Ye Feng, which was why they were here.    

"Senior Zhuge, what about this Old Man Dong?"    

"Let him go out and help us find spirit herbs. Junior brother Zhu Ai, find a few of your junior brothers to keep watch for us. Do not let him get away." Zhuge Chong stared at Master Dong coldly and said lowly.    

"This old fellow is related to the kid surnamed Ye. If we use him well, he can have some unexpected results …" Furthermore, even if Senior Brother Ye and the rest don't use any sinister methods to deal with Ye Feng and fully display the value of that old fellow's use, it would still be beneficial to us … "    

"Haha …" "Senior Zhuge, you are indeed thoughtful. I will handle this matter myself."    

Zhu Ai laughed sinisterly, then brought a few people with unfriendly expressions and ordered the Master Dong to gather the herbs.    

As Zhuge Chong watched them leave, his cunning triangular eyes finally revealed a trace of security. He closed his eyes and started to fix them, waiting for Senior Brother Ye and the others to come.    

After an unknown amount of time, at the side of the Heavenly Extreme Hall disciples' resting area, an ice-cold voice suddenly sounded: "As expected … It's you bunch of Heavenly Extreme Hall scum again? Where are the people of Master Dong? If Master Dong were to lose a hair, I … I'll kill you all. "    

When he said that, Zhuge Chong and the others who were meditating immediately became alarmed.    

All of the surrounding Martial Cultivator s had a change in expression.    

Zhuge Chong opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. In that direction, two figures slowly appeared behind a gigantic boulder.    

A man and a woman.    

The woman was not worth mentioning, Zhuge Chong recognized that she was the female disciple who followed Dong Qisheng previously. Although she was an elite of Jiugong Pavilion, her cultivation was only at the Fourth Level of Void Stage.    

The man was also a young boy. He wore a white robe, and looked open and upright. He was tall and big.    

The one speaking so arrogantly was the young man.    

His eyes were still filled with killing intent.    

Zhuge Chong did not recognize Ye Feng. After Ye Feng received the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele, his body no longer had any obvious characteristics that would allow him to expose his identity. This was so that ordinary Martial Cultivator would not associate the teenager in front of them with Ye Feng.    

And after sensing the cultivation level of the youth in front of them, the faces of Zhuge Chong and the Heavenly Extreme Hall disciples revealed undisguised expressions of disdain and contempt …