Chapter 426

Su Ming had been to this dungeon in his previous life, so he was very experienced and relatively familiar with the situation here.

"Sect... what is that?" Jiang Yunqing asked curiously, her bright eyes wide.

"It’s similar to our job-changer guild; you can join it to cultivate and look out for each other."

"However, there are strict seniority and master-disciple relationships between sects, unlike guilds where you can quit at any time."

"In short, this is more similar to the ancient times of our Blue Star," Su Ming said.

When he was at the sixth turn in his previous life, he had come to this dungeon to temper himself.

He even joined a killer sect at the time and managed to learn a few good killer skills.

Now that he had returned here, Su Ming was able to use his previous life’s information to get some good things in advance.

After explaining to everyone, Su Ming began to check the information on this dungeon.

[Shushan]

[Difficulty Rating: B]

[Introduction: This is an ancient world full of mysterious metaphysical spiritual power; the local indigenous people here can use this power that fills heaven and earth to cultivate, and their strength is not weaker than job-changers, so be sure to act with caution.]

[Here you can see immortal-cultivating elders, and you can also see demons running rampant; here, opportunities are everywhere, and dangers are everywhere.]

[This is a sword-dao dungeon, and the loot has a high probability of being related to swords, so it is an excellent dungeon for sword-dao job-changers to level up.]

[Among the indigenous people of this dungeon, sword cultivators have gone extinct, and sword-dao techniques have been lost, so sword-dao job-changers will be extremely conspicuous after entering this dungeon; please be sure to pay attention.]

[Dungeon player count: 274]

Su Ming stroked his chin and speculated in his heart.

"Luck is neither good nor bad..."

"This teleportation landed directly outside a sect, so we won't encounter monsters."

"However... I don't know if this sect is a righteous sect or an evil sect," Su Ming felt a little worried.

He knew that there were many evil sects in this Shushan dungeon.

There were too many sects that flayed human skin, refined pills, made dog-people, created zombies, and practiced evil arts.

Some demons could even take human form and establish sects.

Of course, there were also many righteous sects that slew demons and maintained stability in the region.

But the righteousness or evil of a sect could not be seen from the outside.

One must delve deep into the marrow to know the most fundamental good or evil.

Sometimes, sects that claimed to be righteous were actually the most evil.

The human heart is as deep as the sea and difficult to fathom.

In short, in this Shushan dungeon, you not only need to guard against demons but also against those cultivators with ill intentions!

Just as Su Ming was thinking.

Suddenly, several powerful auras came from afar, approaching rapidly!

Everyone looked intently.

They saw a group of young cultivators wearing red and black ancient robes flying down from the mountain peak on magical artifacts, drifting to the front of Su Ming and the others.

There were ten of them, surrounding Su Ming and his group.

Their clothing was identical, with an ancient character with dark patterns carved on it.

They cleared their throats and asked loudly.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you come without notice to the gate of our Mountain Mausoleum Sect?"

These disciples had powerful auras and had already reached the fifth turn!

Yan Ze’s gaze was keen as he looked around.

"As expected of a B-rank dungeon, the indigenous people are all fifth-turn experts..." Yan Ze thought to himself.

Wan Wu’s expression was cold as he stepped forward, protecting the group.

His aura as a sixth-turn honored one spread out with a boom!

He had already occupied Guo Xin’s body and inherited Guo Xin’s attributes, skills, and level.

Even if he couldn't perfectly control this body yet, it didn't matter!

Just by pure realm suppression, he could slaughter these ten fifth-turners.

The sect disciples were slightly shocked.

The moment they saw Wan Wu, their expressions changed, and they became somewhat flustered.

This was the pressure of an honored one.

"H-honored one?!"

Obviously, this strength far exceeded their expectations.

"Qin Yun, go quickly and report to the elder!" one senior brother said.

Immediately, a young man rode his magical artifact and flew back to the sect at high speed.

Wan Wu turned his head and whispered to Su Ming: "Master, should I kill them?"

Su Ming’s expression was calm as he slowly shook his head.

"Let’s see what their purpose is first."

Before long, a middle-aged man with an extraordinary aura flew down from the mountain peak.

The disciple named Qin Yun followed behind him.

"Third Elder, it’s these people," Qin Yun said, pointing at Su Ming’s group.

The Third Elder wore a snow-white robe and had no extra accessories on his body, only a folding fan in his hand, which seemed to be made of beast bones.

He was middle-aged but had the demeanor of a Confucian scholar and was handsome.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking Su Ming and the others up and down.

He frowned slightly; there was no obvious hostility, but there was also a great deal of vigilance.

His aura was extraordinary, and his whole body was filled with a strong sense of pressure.

It was conceivable that he was also a half-step sixth-turn expert!

On the same realm as Su Ming!

The Third Elder looked at Wan Wu and immediately felt that the other party was very powerful.

This one... was a true honored one.

Intuition told him not to tear the mask off.

So he revealed a smile.

"I don't know what business brings you all to our sect?" he asked with a smile, cupping his hands toward Wan Wu.

Because Wan Wu had the highest realm, he was obviously the leader.

But unexpectedly, Wan Wu shook his head.

"Talk to my master if you have business."

After saying that, he took a step back.

The Third Elder was immediately shocked.

The person in charge of this group was not the honored one.

But that inconspicuous young man carrying a sword box.

Most terrifying of all, this honored one called that young man... master!?

How precious and scarce are honored ones in this immortal-cultivating world?

Every honored one is a genius of a generation who rose up and has their own pride.

To subdue an honored one as a slave, one must have overwhelming power.

Or, one must have inhuman means.

From this moment on, the Third Elder’s vigilance toward Su Ming was raised to the highest level.

At the same time, he also had some dark, unconventional ideas...

A genius who had such peerless cultivation at such a young age was excellent material for a furnace.

This child had an honored one protecting him, so he was naturally not a match.

But the strength of the "Sect Master"... Cui Wu had no doubts.

These thoughts were all hidden deep in his heart.