Chapter 879

The group followed Elder Cui Wu and climbed the steps.

Ten Shanling Sect disciples followed behind them with strange expressions.

As they moved forward, the disciples and cultivators around them gradually gathered, forming a group of more than twenty people following them.

Ni Shuang lowered her head secretly, frost swirling between her palms, ready to strike at any moment.

Subconsciously, she felt that this place was very dangerous.

So, she was always ready for battle.

"Hehe, you little friends are also very lucky; the mountains around here are full of demon sects, and the disciples inside all cultivate man-eating arts and soul-searching arts."

"If you unfortunately pass by those sects, I'm afraid your fate will be hard to say."

"And our Shanling Sect is the only righteous sect here," Elder Cui Wu introduced.

While climbing the steps, Su Ming also smiled at him.

"Shanling Sect, just by the name, I know it is a famous righteous sect within a hundred miles."

"Thank you for the reception today, Elder."

Although Su Ming knew it well, he didn't expose it but echoed him.

In fact, Su Ming had already sent Little Ming to fly to the high mountain peak to peek at the full picture of this sect from above.

Su Ming discovered that many of the sect's disciples were listless, pale, and like walking corpses.

Moreover, there was a faint smell of blood in the mountain gate.

This situation didn't look like a righteous sect at all.

It made sense; surrounded by demon sects, could they tolerate you being a righteous sect here?

Elder Cui had actually talked too much and lost his way, being clever only to be misled by his own cleverness.

But it was not easy to turn back now.

Because from the high-altitude view, Little Ming saw the scene at the foot of the mountain, where beast tides were sweeping and monsters were ravaging.

Every month in the Shushan dungeon, hundreds or thousands of beast tides would sweep and surge, slaughtering mortal villages.

If job changers or cultivators fell into it, they would only have a dead end.

At this time, being able to have a sect to rest in was considered lucky.

Even if they had to fight later, killing a hundred cultivators was simpler than killing thousands of demons, Su Ming chose the former.

In short, Elder Cui and Su Ming, one after another, flattered each other.

Soon, two people, each with their own ulterior motives, arrived at the mountain peak.

A towering stone mountain gate stood in front of everyone.

At the very top was a silver stone plaque with three vigorous and powerful characters written on it.

Shanling Sect!

"Follow me to the sect's main hall; if we get along, perhaps you little friends can become guest elders of our sect and enjoy spiritual stone salaries every year."

Cui Wu said with a smile.

Su Ming knew what spiritual stones were.

They were equivalent to the money of this world.

Cultivators could use them to refine essence and improve their cultivation.

But job changers couldn't use them, as they were not the same system.

Spiritual stones were equivalent to the zombie crystals in the Zombie Siege dungeon that Ni Shuang once lived in; they could improve ability grades after use, and only the indigenous people of the local world could use them.

"Please lead the way, Elder Cui," Su Ming bowed.

Cui Wu nodded and led everyone into a main hall.

On the way, the Shanling Sect disciples gathered, vaguely forming a surrounding posture.

They had curious expressions, but in reality, their hands were on their weapons, ready to surround and kill at any time.

"Su Ming, we seem to have gone deep into the tiger's den..." Yan Ze stepped forward and whispered with a frown.

He saw at a glance that this sect was not right.

But Su Ming's aura was always calm, as if everything was under control.

The reason was none other than because he was a half-step honored one.

Yan Ze didn't know about this yet.

Strength is the biggest capital.

"No problem, go deeper," Su Ming said calmly.

To get benefits, one must naturally have the courage to bear the risks; Su Ming's code of conduct was very simple and clear.

These Shanling Sect cultivators were mostly fifth-turn or fourth-turn.

Wan Wu, as a sixth-turn Light Dark Guard, could easily wipe them out in a few moves.

Except for the elders and the sect master, none of them were a threat.

After Su Ming was reborn, he had been operating painstakingly for so long and finally had his own forces.

Ni Shuang, Ji Yao, Yan Ze, and himself were all experts in the mid-to-late fifth-turn.

It was not impossible to slaughter this sect.

Even if they had an honored one sitting in town, it didn't matter.

Because Su Ming was already at the half-step honored one realm!

Even if the enemy had an honored one, with the addition of the Origin Sword Body, he could still fight.