Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 160 - 161: Chance Encounter in the Holy Land (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 160: Chapter 161: Chance Encounter in the Holy Land (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Seven days had passed.

For seven consecutive days, Chu Fengmian had not slept nor rested, but traversed within the Holy Land, searching for Spiritual Medicine.

The Spiritual Medicine that Chu Fengmian had gathered had already filled half of his storage bag, amounting to at least several hundred herbs.

During these seven days, Chu Fengmian had come to grasp an overview of everything within this Holy Land.

This Holy Land was actually a massive mountain range with countless mountains.

The place where Chu Fengmian was currently located was just on the outskirts of these mountains. The rich Spiritual Energy of this Holy Land drifted from the deep parts of the mountain range.

The deeper one went into the mountain range, the richer the Spiritual Energy became.

Chu Fengmian had also figured out why there weren’t many people around. Most Martial Artists would venture deeper into the mountains in pursuit of denser Spiritual Energy.

The various adventures and encounters within this Holy Land also appeared deep within the mountain range, and naturally, Chu Fengmian also decided to head deeper.

However, the stele of the Emperor of Fertility within Chu Fengmian’s mind, which had been silent since his arrival in the Holy Land, seemed to have awakened.

In this Holy Land, for some reason, the stele of the Emperor of Fertility was awakened.

"Could it be that this Holy Land has some connection with the Emperor of Fertility?"

Chu Fengmian furrowed his brows and summoned the stele of the Emperor of Fertility.

This stele was not willing to recognize Chu Fengmian as its master. With Chu Fengmian’s current power, he also could not control it.

Despite the stele’s unwillingness to be controlled by Chu Fengmian, it also bore no thoughts of resistance. It had always been hidden within Chu Fengmian’s body, and Chu Fengmian could summon it out if he wished.

Once the stele was summoned, Chu Fengmian immediately felt a longing from the stele within his mind.

This longing guided Chu Fengmian in a certain direction.

This direction was precisely the very center of the Holy Land, where the Spiritual Energy was the densest.

"What exactly does the stele of the Emperor of Fertility want to lead me to? Its deep slumber was actually awakened."

"The stele of the Emperor of Fertility is a Spiritual Artifact personally crafted by the Emperor himself. It could only have awakened because it sensed the aura of the Emperor of Fertility. This Holy Land, located within the victorious lands, is very likely related to the Emperor of Fertility."

"The perimeters of the Holy Land, only someone of the Emperor of Fertility’s caliber could probably have set them up."

Chu Fengmian slowly pondered in his heart, analyzing bit by bit.

"If it really is related to the Emperor of Fertility, with the aid of this stele, perhaps it is really enough to obtain the treasures within the Holy Land—the items left by the Emperor of Fertility are extraordinary. If I can acquire them, my strength will definitely rise to another level."

Chu Fengmian thought to himself coldly.

This Holy Land, if it truly was created by the Emperor of Fertility, then Chu Fengmian was the most likely person to obtain the treasures within, as he possessed the stele and could be said to have inherited much of the Emperor’s legacy.

Even if it was not the treasures of the Emperor of Fertility, the Holy Land was so miraculous that Chu Fengmian had to get involved to claim more incredible encounters and enhance his power further.

"Let’s go!"

With this thought, Chu Fengmian did not hesitate. He moved swiftly, following the direction indicated by the stele of the Emperor of Fertility.

This mountain range was nearly boundless. With Chu Fengmian’s speed, he had run for a full hour before he finally felt that he had entered the interior of the mountain range.

The spiritual energy nearby was several times more concentrated than outside. Cultivating here for one day was equivalent to a hundred days of arduous cultivation outside.

As Chu Fengmian traveled along the path, he saw numerous traces of martial artists battling, with large pits blasted into the ground.

Each battle likely represented many martial artists who had perished here.

In this Holy Land, killing was simply an understood rule. Conflicts escalated quickly into mutual slaughter without restraint, and everyone was free to act.

The only rule in the Holy Land was strength. With strength, one could obtain everything they desired. Without it, the only path was downfall.

"This Thousand Leaves Spirit Grass was discovered by us first. Please, fellow disciples, leave."

"Hmph, a bunch of juniors from the Martial Victory Academy daring to oppose us from the Candle Flame Sect. Get lost! We, the Candle Flame Sect, are claiming this Thousand Leaves Spirit Grass!"

At this moment, a voice reached the ears of Chu Fengmian.

Hearing this voice made Chu Fengmian frown; it was yet another conflict.

He initially did not want to interfere, but among those voices was one Chu Fengmian was very familiar with—a person he knew well. This prompted him to move toward the direction of the voices.

"Boy, here’s your chance. Kneel down, offer up the Thousand Leaves Spirit Grass to our brother Yan Xuan, and we’ll spare your lives. Otherwise, all of you will die here today!"

Chu Fengmian glanced over and saw two groups gathered on either side of the Thousand Leaves Spirit Grass. One group, dressed in red garments and numbering over ten, were disciples of the Candle Flame Sect that Chu Fengmian had encountered before.

Yan Xuan, who was clearly the leader of the Candle Flame Sect’s disciples, stood loftily among them.

On the other side were just four young martial artists—two men and two women—all apparently disciples from Martial Victory Academy.

"Is it really them?"

Upon seeing the four disciples from Martial Victory Academy, Chu Fengmian also showed a hint of surprise.

These four individuals were the same ones Chu Fengmian had met previously in the Savage Mountain Range.

Hao Lan, Mo Changhen, Yun Jialan, Yue Zhanqing.

Back then in the Savage Mountain Range, Chu Fengmian had teamed up with them to obtain a royal bird grass, which still quietly lay in Chu Fengmian’s storage bag.

Chu Fengmian had tried to find them after arriving at Martial Victory Academy, but was informed that they had gone to a secretive place to cultivate.

Unexpectedly, these four had also come to the Holy Land.

Now, all of their cultivation levels had reached the Divine Sea realm. Being highly talented to begin with and each having consumed a royal bird grass, their aptitudes were extraordinary.

In this short span of time, they had already advanced to the Divine Sea realm, but it seemed they were now facing significant trouble.

"Brothers from the Candle Flame Sect, Martial Victory Academy has had friendly relations with your sect. It seems unreasonable to start seizing by force now."

One of them stepped forward—it was Mo Changhen, who spoke with a furrowed brow.

Among the four, Mo Changhen’s strength was the strongest, having reached the Third Level of the Divine Sea realm.

Facing over ten disciples of the Candle Flame Sect and even the peak Divine Sea realm Yan Xuan, he dared not resist, only trying to reason with them.