Wan Mizhai and Cheng Yaojin dealt with the three people and, without stopping day or night, arrived at the agreed location as dawn was breaking.
After about half a day, Jian Ying arrived with a middle-aged man.
"Mr. Wan, General Cheng, this is Jian Er, one of the Twelve Guards. He will be accompanying General Cheng into the tomb this time!" Su Dan Novel Network
As the two approached, Jian Ying introduced them to Wan Mizhai and the other.
"Jian Er greets you both."
Jian Er bowed.
"Greetings, sir."
Wan Mizhai and Cheng Yaojin quickly returned the salute.
"Mr. Wan, then let's set off!"
Jian Ying beckoned.
The four packed their gear and headed for Wuhui Ridge.
The Wuling Mountains stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and Wuhui Ridge was deep within them.
The terrain was treacherous, and demonic beasts ran rampant. Even with half-step Grandmasters protecting them, it would take some time to reach their destination.
Demonic beasts roamed the mountains, their strength not inferior to human warriors. In this mountain range, there were even demonic beasts comparable to Grandmasters.
The four moved forward cautiously, bypassing the territories of powerful demonic beasts and trying not to provoke them.
Once provoked, a battle was inevitable. When traveling, it was best to conserve strength. If they ended up working for others, the gain would not be worth the loss!
After a few days, the four arrived at Wuhui Ridge. They were very low-key, with no flashy mounts or grand entrances, and naturally attracted little attention.
The group of four, two half-step Grandmasters and two peak Xiantian cultivators, did not bring any subordinates with low cultivation. This allowed them to fight without reservation.
They were also quite fast when retreating.
This ridge, usually deserted and a haven for demonic beasts, had already been thoroughly looted by other arriving experts.
"This Muhua has some skill. With just three pills, he's turned the entire Wuguo upside down," Cheng Yaojin said, looking around.
The vast Wuhui Ridge was dotted with groups of people. Any random person chosen would have peak Houtian strength.
These individuals could dominate a region, yet here they were everywhere, with Xiantian cultivators also seen frequently.
"Heh, let alone the Shengyuan Pills. Even if they can snatch one pill from inside, it would be a great fortune for these small families. They naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity!"
Jian Er said, holding his sword.
"Alright, let's hurry up and reach Muhua's tomb location."
Jian Ying glanced around.
"Let's go!"
Jian Ying looked at the other three, and then the four walked deeper into Wuhui Ridge.
About half a day later, the four arrived at the outskirts of the tomb.
As far as the eye could see, the area was a vast expanse of white mist. The spiritual energy was extremely dense, and a mountain peak as tall as a giant sword stood behind the white fog.
A massive treasure cauldron sat at the mouth of the mountain pass. It was forty zhang high, and waves of medicinal fragrance emanated from within. The cauldron blocked the road, stopping everyone.
Outside the treasure cauldron, thousands of martial artists had already gathered, ranging from half-step Grandmasters to those in the Houtian realm.
"Haha, Ji Yan, I didn't expect the imperial court to send you. It seems the Young Master has spared no expense for Wuhui Ridge this time."
"Heh, Su Hu, your Heavenly Gang Sect has also sent quite a few people, even you have been dispatched."
As Wan Mizhai and the other three arrived before the treasure cauldron, they heard two powerful voices echoing in all directions. A crowd quickly looked on.
"That's Ji Yan, the son of Old General Ji Hu!"
"Su Hu, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Gang Sect, is also here!"
"Look, it's Leng Nuan, the Great Elder of the Sword Sect!"
Around the treasure cauldron, many martial artists looked inside and gasped.
The three top powers of Wuguo were all present.
The four looked from afar. One group, about fifty people, wore court attire. The leader was the son of Ji Hu, a veteran of three dynasties and one of the three Grandmasters of the imperial court.
Ji Yan, whose strength had reached the half-step Grandmaster realm, had a Xiantian ninth-level expert standing on each side.
On the other side, the Heavenly Gang Sect and the Sword Sect stood together, numbering over a hundred people. Su Hu and Leng Nuan, two half-step Grandmasters, were followed by three Xiantian ninth-level experts.
Wan Mizhai said solemnly, "Let's rest outside for a moment and come back when the tomb opens!"
Currently, before the treasure cauldron, the imperial court and the Heavenly Gang Sect and Sword Sect sat in opposition, the air filled with tension.
The various families, big and small, retreated repeatedly, fearing to be caught in the crossfire.
Just as the four turned to leave.
"Jian Ying, hehe, long time no see!"
A voice drifted over.
"What, Jian Ying is here too!"
"Jian Ying, is it the Jian Ying from Yizhou?"
As the voice spread, the crowd became restless again. The Prefect of Yizhou had also sent people. This was going to be interesting.
"Lord Ji, long time no see!"
Jian Ying turned and cupped his fists in salute.
Wan Mizhai and Cheng Yaojin had intended to slip away quietly and remain hidden, but Jian Ying, wearing a skull mask, seemed determined to be recognized.
"Who is it, hmm? Why isn't that Yang Hao here?"
"I've heard recently that a new star has risen in Yizhou."
Su Hu squinted, examining Wan Mizhai and the other three.
"It's him, it's Cheng Yaojin, a great general under Yang Hao, with Xiantian ninth-level strength."
"That's right, it's him. The day he fought the Second Elder of the Sword Sect, I was nearby."
As soon as Su Hu spoke, someone in the crowd immediately pointed him out.
"It was you who killed my master!"
A white-clad swordsman behind Leng Nuan lunged at Cheng Yaojin.
Cheng Yaojin deflected with his axe, "Who are you?"
The white-clad man steadied himself, "Lu Xingkong, the senior disciple of Lu Hai."
Cheng Yaojin looked Lu Changkong up and down. This child had a problem with his head; he was clearly here to be killed.
"Indeed, I killed Lu Hai!"
Cheng Yaojin brandished his three-bladed axe.
"Changkong, come back."
A man in red behind Leng Nuan quickly called out.
"Changkong, don't forget the sect leader's orders, do not attack the Yang family. Besides, with your cultivation, what right do you have to seek revenge for your master? It's embarrassing. Come back quickly!"
Lu Changkong gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness as he retreated.
Lu Changkong went to the side of the man in red, who whispered, "It's not time yet. Behave yourself!"
"Jian Ying, your lord has found some good helpers."
Ji Yan glanced indifferently at Cheng Yaojin.
"My lord is joking. We are merely here to try our luck."
A hoarse voice came from within the mask, making it impossible to discern Jian Ying's expression from his voice alone.
Soon after, a troop of soldiers slowly entered, clad in armor and carrying long spears, a vast sea of them.
"Who is that!"
"Those are the troops from Youzhou. It's rumored that the Prefect of Youzhou has broken through to the half-step Grandmaster realm. They are likely here to get a share of the spoils this time!"
A general with Xiantian ninth-level cultivation strode up to Ji Yan, "Bai Fei, under the Prefect of Youzhou, greets you, sir."
"Since you're here, just wait patiently!"
Ji Yan said expressionlessly.
If it weren't for the King's precarious condition, he would never have allowed these people to act so presumptuously here. Hmph, this time, he would definitely weaken these factions severely.