The Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was truly worthy of its na.
With just a glance, Wen Zhixing realized that the aura of the onlookers was extraordinary.
It wasn’t that their individual auras were particularly strong. But whether it was their deanor or attire, they all exuded a noble quality from within.
Faced with this sudden situation, everyone’s expression was exceptionally calm.
Indeed, they are all Sons of God.
Wen Zhixing’s gaze swept across these individuals. The looks they gave him were sowhat scrutinizing and wary, yet showed no significant ripples of emotion.
Such bearing was evidently cultivated from a young age.
None of these people possess a mortal body.
After a brief observation, Wen Zhixing gained a general understanding and turned his head away, no longer paying attention.
Since Murong Fenghua paid them no mind, he couldn’t act like a country bumpkin either.
The others just watched quietly as the two departed.
As for the person who had been sent flying earlier, no one paid him any attention.
That person was a disciple of the Law Enforcent Hall, accustod to throwing his weight around. He had unexpectedly hit a snag near the sect entrance.
"Zhu, do you know who that girl is?"
Just then, a handso man in elaborate attire walked out of the grand hall. Smiling, he approached a tall man standing nearby and asked.
"I don’t know either..."
The tall man slowly shook his head and, after a slight pause, said, "She must be a direct disciple of a Holy Land Elder."
"A direct disciple, huh..."
The man in elaborate attire smiled at this remark but didn’t say much else.
The Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was also like most sects.
It was divided into outer and inner sects.
What differed was that the distinction between outer and inner sect disciples here was not based on talent or cultivation level, but on status.
Outer sect disciples mostly ca from various major powers.
Most of them would not join the inner sect.
After all, joining the inner sect ant completely abandoning one’s previous identity.
The reason the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was called a holy land was because, whether one was an inner or outer sect disciple, the teachings imparted by the Holy Land were the sa.
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"Fairy Murong, where are we heading?"
After a while, Wen Zhixing, who was following behind Murong Fenghua, quietly spoke up.
They had already been walking for so ti.
The architecture within the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was not fundantally different from other sects.
At a glance, the area was filled with traditional, antique-style pavilions.
But the sheer abundance of Spiritual Qi here was beyond imagination.
Wen Zhixing felt that the circulation speed of Spiritual Qi in his body had almost doubled compared to before.
A strange, fragrant scent also perated the air.
rely inhaling it made one feel as if their Divine Soul Force was subtly strengthening.
He now wished he could just sit down on the spot and start cultivating.
Is this the legendary sacred land for cultivation...?
Wen Zhixing was truly sowhat astonished.
At this mont, his body seed to thrum with excitent.
It was as if he had ingested a Wonderous Soul-devouring Pill, and he felt as if he were floating on air.
This is just the periphery; there must be even better places for cultivation deeper inside.
Wen Zhixing looked forward, a hint of anticipation appearing in his eyes.
Now he understood just how remote the place he had previously stayed was.
It was truly a world of difference.
However, even here, there were many people dressed as servants. They had been brought in by disciples from noble families to attend to their daily needs.
Even these servants had cultivation levels no lower than the Third Realm.
But that was to be expected; in such a sacred land for cultivation, even a pig could inadvertently break through to the Third Realm.
Most importantly, everyone here had nurous Fortune Fragnts above their heads.
Blue... purple... gold...
Here, many people had high-level Fortune Fragnts shimring above their heads.
Although these couldn’t compare to Murong Fenghua’s, they were far superior to those Wen Zhixing had encountered before.
White Fortune Fragnts and Gray Fortune Fragnts were certainly still present, and in large numbers.
But proportionally, they were far less common.
What a place! This truly is an excellent place for cultivation.
Wen Zhixing’s mood began to brighten.
He could already envision his bright future. With all these high-level Fortune Fragnts, he couldn’t wait to draw them to his heart’s content.
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Along the way, Wen Zhixing tried his best to conceal his brimming Yang Qi, maintaining a low profile.
However, Murong Fenghua’s fluttering silver hair inevitably attracted attention.
Many subtle, curious glances ca their way, sizing them up.
With one walking ahead and the other following, it was easy for onlookers to mistake Wen Zhixing for Murong Fenghua’s servant.
They proceeded without speaking.
Following Murong Fenghua, Wen Zhixing found himself before four massive stone pillars.
Two majestic Genuine Dragons were coiled around the pillars.
They appeared incredibly lifelike, looking as if they might spring to life at any mont.
Between the pillars was a round stone platform engraved with simple, ancient patterns. It was surrounded by nurous hollows for placing spirit stones.
A Teleportation Array?
This was the first ti Wen Zhixing had ever seen such a device.
He wasn’t entirely certain, having only heard of them before.
However, if this really is a Teleportation Array, where does Murong Fenghua intend to take ?
Guards stood watch around the Teleportation Array.
Upon seeing Murong Fenghua, one of the guards spoke politely, "Please present your token."
Within the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, only those of distinguished status were permitted to use this Teleportation Array.
Murong Fenghua did not make things difficult for these guards.
Instead, she took out a token that had already been prepared.
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