Chapter 1375: Fengyang Mountain

A streak of light dissipated, and an armored youth at the Golden Core stage landed in front of the hall. The armored youth hurried into the grand hall and bowed to each of the three individuals present.

"Have you found any trace of that person?" Before the armored youth could report, the old man in green robes proactively asked.

"Reporting to Master, I received the order and immediately personally led a team to patrol among the islands. We searched for five days, covering almost every island, but found no anomalies," the armored youth said, cupping his hands. The old man in green robes nodded slightly, not appearing surprised. From that person's actions, it was clear he was highly suspicious and would certainly leave no traces.

What concerned the old man in green robes was not that. "Has the message been released?" The armored youth nodded. "Messages have already been sent to all islands, reaching every cultivator, and orders were given to relay it back to Fengyang Mountain. Fourth Martial Brother has probably already started taking action..."

"Good! You may go now. Take no further actions, lest you overcomplicate things and spoil our plans." The old man in green robes dismissed the youth, then turned to the two Nascent Soul cultivators. "That person is healing somewhere unknown. As long as he comes out of seclusion and encounters other cultivators, he will receive the message. Unless, of course, he has already left Fengyang Mountain."

One of the Nascent Soul cultivators was a woman, adorned in regal attire and possessing extraordinary beauty. She watched the armored youth's retreating back and asked, "Fellow Daoist Feng, are you planning to invite that person to help deal with Bi Fang?"

"Precisely!" The old man in green robes nodded. "Fighting three demon kings alone, especially with Bi Fang among them, even I, Feng, cannot guarantee a safe retreat. Such a master suddenly appearing, and having already formed an enmity with Bi Fang, is a heaven-sent opportunity for us. Naturally, we must do our best to win him over!"

The other Nascent Soul cultivator was a man. He was handsome and elegant, dressed in a black shirt with a long sword hanging from his waist, resembling a wandering swordsman in the mortal world. The black-shirted swordsman smiled faintly. "To be so highly regarded by Fellow Daoist Feng, this person must indeed possess some extraordinary skill. However, for such a master to inexplicably enter this sea area at this particular time—could there be a trick involved? Fellow Daoist Feng, have you been able to ascertain this person's origins?"

The old man in green robes shook his head. "At that time, we only saw that person's streak of light from afar and knew he was skilled in lightning evasion techniques. Fellow Daoist Shen and I racked our brains but couldn't think of anyone fitting that description. However, after that person left, Fellow Daoist Shen and I searched for a while along the direction Bi Fang had pursued him and found a destroyed dragon boat. We don't know if it's related to him."

"A dragon boat? Could this person have come from the Star Sand Archipelagos?" the female cultivator said, surprised.

"It's not clear yet," the old man in green robes replied, "but as long as this person isn't a demon, everything is negotiable. Whatever his schemes may be, can they truly escape our notice?"

"Fellow Daoist Feng is right," the black-shirted swordsman said with a relaxed expression. "This person might have only escaped by relying on his lightning evasion technique; his true strength might not be that great."

**Crescent Moon Realm**

On an unnamed mountain, heavy mist enveloped it. From time to time, streaks of light could be seen entering and exiting the mist. It turned out that this was where local cultivators held trade fairs. Naturally, only low-level, undistinguished cultivators attended these gatherings.

The mist rippled for a moment. A figure drifted out from within: it was Qin Sang, who had already entered Crescent Moon Island. To stay away from the commotion, Qin Sang went to great lengths, taking a long detour. Upon finally arriving at Crescent Moon Island, his tense mind relaxed slightly, and he began to inquire about the local situation.

Qin Sang walked out of the mist, his figure flickered, and he vanished into thin air. Immediately after, another person emerged from the other side, rubbed their eyes hard, muttered "What the hell!" to themselves, and hurried away.

"Fengyang Mountain..." Qin Sang stood on a mountaintop, gazing towards the direction of Crescent Peak. According to the information he gathered, Fengyang Mountain was the Daoist sanctuary of a Nascent Soul cultivator. This person was respectfully called Master Feng, and surprisingly, possessed a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation. In the territory near Crescent Peak, all major and minor forces were extremely respectful towards Master Feng, regarding him as their master. This person was an undisputed overlord, the foremost strong practitioner in the vicinity, whose influence extended beyond just Fengyang Mountain. Even other Nascent Soul forces dared not show any disrespect towards Master Feng. Fortunately, Master Feng's temperament was not unruly; Fengyang Mountain had a good reputation in the cultivation world and was considered a righteous sect.

"I wonder if Master Feng was among the two who startled Bi Fang away," Qin Sang mused. This thought crossed Qin Sang's mind as he looked around. The surrounding mountains stretched endlessly, as far as the eye could see. He had detoured too far. This was no longer considered within Fengyang Mountain's sphere of influence but rather a border zone between Fengyang Mountain and another sect, the Yin Moon Sect. It was full of dangerous mountains and treacherous waters, and high-level cultivators disdained this place.

The cultivators attending the trade fair were not highly cultivated, but there was no lack of well-informed individuals, and the information they shared was not secret. Qin Sang learned that several months ago, all major and minor forces near Fengyang Mountain had received orders to gather at Fengyang Mountain.

"The largest cultivator market is located at Fengyang Mountain," Qin Sang mused. "If I want to gather information about the entire Three Northern Sea Realms, I must make a trip there. Before that, I need to recover my strength." Qin Sang pondered to himself. In fact, he wasn't afraid of being caught in the commotion. With his current cultivation, he only feared Grand Nascent Soul cultivators at the late stage. If he sensed anything amiss, he could withdraw at any time; Master Feng wouldn't be able to stop him. As an overlord, Master Feng certainly knew many secrets. If Qin Sang could seize this opportunity to befriend him, his future actions would be much more convenient. Additionally, Qin Sang was also curious if Chen Yan, Ghost Mother, and Dongyang Bo had crossed the storm and arrived at the Three Northern Sea Realms. If they had appeared here, Master Feng would surely know something about it.

Having made his decision, Qin Sang fixed his gaze on a direction and flew swiftly for a while, arriving before an inconspicuous mountain range. His eyes flickered as he summoned his Golden Sinking Sword and fiercely slashed towards the mountain range.

'Boom!' The mountains trembled. Suddenly, a layer of light barrier erupted from the mountain, blocking the sword energy. Beneath the light barrier, the scenery changed dramatically: clear springs flowed through the lush green mountains, which were now verdant and vibrant, like a paradise. Pavilions and towers were nestled within. Figures flew out from inside, their expressions flustered, looking up at the sky. This place belonged to a small sect called the Myriad Sword Sect.

Qin Sang did not unleash his full power. After striking one blow, he sheathed his sword and stood, leisurely observing the members of the Myriad Sword Sect. Soon, Qin Sang was respectfully invited into the Myriad Sword Sect's main hall. The Myriad Sword Sect Master, who had only Golden Core stage cultivation, was not currently in the mountain. A Foundation Establishment stage female cultivator received Qin Sang, trembling all over, and barely managed to complete her speech. "Reporting to Senior," she stammered, "all members of the Myriad Sword Sect are here. We received permission from Senior Yin, the Sect Master of the Yin Moon Sect, to move our sect here. We don't know how we have offended you, Senior, but please be merciful. I will lead my disciples away immediately."

Qin Sang said indifferently, "What would I want with your sect's gate? I need to find a place to heal, and I see the spiritual veins here are good, so I'll borrow it for a while. You may cultivate in the main hall, but without my permission, you are not allowed to leave by even half a step." As he spoke, Qin Sang secretly released his Sky-Eyed Butterfly and, without looking back, entered the sect master's cultivation cave.