Chapter 335 - 276: Vision

「One day later.」

Almost everyone in Ping’an Town had left.

Those who remained, naturally, held considerable ambition for the Middle Spiritual Land.

Ever since the Dark Cyan Mist appeared, no one had come out of the Mountain King Temple.

So far, no one had dared to step inside.

On this day, several figures with fierce and wild auras slipped into Ping’an Town, gathering in a small courtyard.

Anyone familiar with the situation in the Ten Thousand Mountains would have been astonished to see these people.

Because these individuals were the leaders of the largest bandit factions in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Their gathering this time was, of course, at the invitation of Zhou Shentai.

"Everyone... the Mountain King Temple is now shrouded in a Dark Cyan Mist, clearly intended to hide what’s happening inside from us."

"What do you think we should do?"

Zhou Shentai asked in a low voice.

"Patriarch Zhou... how much credibility do you give this matter of the Mountain King’s resurrection?"

A bald monk with a large head and big ears asked.

This fellow was called the Fat Monk. Despite his simple and honest appearance, he was in fact incomparably vicious and capable of any evil deed.

The other Thief Kings were also most concerned about this.

"I’m not entirely sure either..."

"But I imagine you’ve all heard the news. Many of the tribes from the Ten Thousand Mountains have come down and entered the Mountain King Temple."

"For these tribes to be so united... I feel there’s a seventy percent chance this matter is true."

Zhou Shentai analyzed.

"Right. Those tribes have always been a scattered mess. Only the Mountain King could unite them."

A one-eyed man chimed in.

"Even if that’s not true... the appearance of a Middle Spiritual Land in the Mountain King Temple is almost a certainty."

"We can’t let the Mountain King Temple and these Primitive Tribes occupy the Middle Spiritual Land."

A woman in a purple veil said, her breath like a fragrant whisper.

Her name was the Poisonous Widow. For a woman to carve out a place for herself in the Ten Thousand Mountains, she was naturally no ordinary person.

"Right... No matter what, we must breach the Mountain King Temple this time!"

"It’d be best to slaughter them all. Then this Buddha here can use this land to build a temple."

The Fat Monk said with a simple-looking smile.

"Fat Monk, breaching the Mountain King Temple won’t be so easy."

"Why don’t you lead the charge?"

The Poisonous Widow said with a smile.

"Hehe, I don’t have that kind of skill."

The Fat Monk naturally wasn’t falling for it.

"Alright... The Mountain King Temple itself is quite powerful."

"Now they have the aid of numerous tribes, plus the advantage of an Array."

"It will be very difficult for us to force our way in."

Zhou Shentai analyzed calmly.

"Patriarch Zhou is still the most capable."

"Then in your opinion, what should we do?"

The one-eyed man asked.

"We wait... In any case, so many people are drawn here by the Middle Spiritual Land... there’s no shortage of formidable experts among them."

"When the time comes, we’ll just follow behind these powerful individuals."

Zhou Shentai said in a low voice.

None of the other Thief Kings present objected to his suggestion.

After some more detailed discussion, Zhou Shentai and the others dispersed.

They still had to lead their subordinates and find places to stay in Ping’an Town.

Since most of the houses in Ping’an Town were now empty, it wasn’t a difficult task.

SPLASH...

「Three days passed.」

The torrential rain had not stopped; it was still pouring.

Many speculated that this was a special phenomenon caused by the emergence of the Middle Spiritual Land.

During these three days, many people who were still in the Ten Thousand Mountains had rushed over, continuously gathering in Ping’an Town.

Ping’an Town had strangely returned to its previous bustling state.

However, compared to before, the clamor was gone.

Many people gathered near the Mountain King Temple, constantly observing it.

"This Mountain King Temple sure knows how to hide its secrets."

"They almost had us running around in circles."

"Me too. I spent over half a month wandering the Ten Thousand Mountains and found nothing. It makes me so mad just thinking about it."

"Don’t celebrate too early. It’s not yet certain if we can even get into the Mountain King Temple this time."

Some Martial World Wanderers and Loose People conversed in low voices.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."

A fit of violent coughing suddenly rang out.

The sound was so hoarse and sharp that it made people involuntarily turn their heads.

They saw a pale, middle-aged man in a Scholar’s Robe, holding an Oil Paper Umbrella, walking over at an unhurried pace.

But the middle-aged scholar’s body was extremely weak; he coughed every few steps, looking as if he could collapse at any moment.

And yet, everyone present showed expressions of fear, quickly parting to make way for him.

"Who is this guy?"

"He’s clearly somebody important."

Han Yuan was standing on a rooftop, observing the scene below.

"You don’t even recognize him?"

"That should be the Sick Scholar, Li Gui."

"An Innate Grandmaster from the Great Ling Dynasty, famous for a long time. With his Life-taking Soul-Chasing Brush, who knows how many wailing souls he’s left in his wake."

Ding Zihu said with a chuckle, cracking open melon seeds.

He was the type of person who always found the greatest commotion to be the most fun.

"He looks so sickly. He must be trying to enter the Middle Spiritual Land to extend his life."

"This is going to be fun."

Han Yuan also smiled.

People who came to extend their lives were usually the most desperate.

Because for them, failing to get in was no different from death.

"I think so too."

"But with just him alone, I don’t think it’s enough."

Ding Zihu said, shaking his head.

"Don’t be hasty. Isn’t there another one?"

Han Yuan said.

Ding Zihu looked up.

He saw a figure with a black cloth covering their eyes, carrying an Iron Sword on their back, walking down the street from a distance.