Central Continent, Earth Qi Stone Forest.
Puff puff puff...
Surging streams of earth qi erupted from the caves within the stone forest.
Stone pillars of all sizes stood tall — the smallest like bamboo shoots, the tallest towering like ancient trees reaching for the sky.
The Western Desert's Earth Path Gu Immortal, Shi Gandang, observed the Earth Qi Stone Forest from afar, his expression complex.
This stone forest produced a vast quantity of Earth Path cultivation resources, among which was Round Kun Stone — something Shi Gandang had been desperately seeking.
Unfortunately, Round Kun Stone had never been sold in bulk within Treasure Yellow Heaven. The force governing this place was one of the ten great ancient sects of Central Continent, and they needed Round Kun Stone for their own use.
"In Treasure Yellow Heaven, I drove my offer sky-high, and the Gu Immortals here still refused to budge — they even mocked me. Heh, now I'll destroy this place and take every last piece of Round Kun Stone. Consider it payback for that day!"
Shi Gandang drew a deep breath, and his aura suddenly erupted, piercing straight into the heavens.
Gu Immortal Killing Move — Three Mountains Descend from Heaven!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three great mountains crashed down from the sky in succession, smashing through the stone forest's grand formation. More than half of the stone forest was ground to dust under the mountains' weight.
Shi Gandang felt not the slightest twinge of regret. He panted heavily a few times, then, his face pale, rushed to the site and swept all the Round Kun Stone and other immortal materials from the ruins into his Immortal Orifice.
Central Continent, Linghu Spring.
"Who goes there? How dare you covet this place! I've already spotted you — show yourself!" The one guarding this location was Yang Feng, a Seventh Transformation Gu Immortal of the Ancient Soul Sect.
He had the shoulders of a wolf and the waist of a wasp, his entire body radiating a fierce and valiant air.
His hair was short and white, and a pair of golden pupils gleamed with sharp light. He wore tight-fitting martial attire cinched at the waist with a blue-silver belt, and shining silver armor adorned his forearms and shins.
Linghu Spring was no ordinary resource — it was utterly unique, and the Ancient Soul Sect had specifically dispatched Yang Feng to guard it, not wanting to suffer any losses.
At the sound of Yang Feng's shout, a Gu Immortal slowly emerged.
He was an old man, hunched and stooped, leaning on a walking stick as he tottered forward.
Yang Feng snorted coldly: "Old man, at your age, you should treasure whatever days you have left. And yet here you are, unable to let go, coming to my door to seek death?"
The elderly Gu Immortal chuckled: "I can't help it, I'm afraid. This old man wishes for some water from Linghu Spring."
Yang Feng sneered: "Even the Supreme Elders of my Ancient Soul Sect don't have enough to go around, let alone give any to you."
The elderly Gu Immortal let out a deep sigh: "In that case, this old man has no choice but to take it by force."
Yang Feng threw back his head and roared with laughter: "Old man, you've got some nerve, daring to move against me! What's your name? Speak!"
The elderly Gu Immortal smiled, his tone inscrutable: "This old man can no longer remember his own name. But most people call me the Forgetter."
"You're the Forgetter?!" Yang Feng's powerful frame shook, a flash of alarm crossing his eyes.
Then his expression wavered: "Wait — what did you say your name was?"
The elderly Gu Immortal fell silent, still standing in place, simply smiling at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng looked dazed, gazing at the elderly Gu Immortal with a deep frown: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
A moment later, the Forgetter had taken the water of Linghu Spring. Yang Feng stared at his retreating figure and finally came to: "Who are you?! Skulking around in the shadows — stop right there!"
The Forgetter vanished without a trace. Yang Feng stared at the dried-up spring, torn between fury and confusion: "Damn it — who stole the Linghu Spring water? I was on high alert — how did they manage it?!"
"No, I need to report to the sect immediately." But the next instant, Yang Feng froze. "What was I doing again?"
"Oh, right — I was given a mission to guard this Linghu Spring and not let any outsiders succeed!"
"Hmph, with me, Yang Feng, here, let's see who's blind enough to come looking for death."
Central Continent, amid the mountains.
A battle for resources had ended, and the Gu Immortals from Central Continent's ten great sects retreated in resentment: "You just remember this!"
"Scram, losers." Xiao Huchi sneered, then turned to the person beside him, his gaze like cold lightning.
Standing next to him was a Northern Plains Gu Immortal.
He was skeletal thin, his skin wrinkled and shriveled, stretched tight against his bones, veins visible beneath the surface one by one.
He was none other than the Northern Plains Demonic Path Seventh Transformation — Pi Shuihan.
Not long ago, he and Xiao Huchi had both set their sights on these particular resources and joined forces to drive away the Central Continent Gu Immortals guarding the site.
Now only the two of them remained, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
"Esteemed fellow immortal, how do you propose we divide these resources?" Xiao Huchi asked with false courtesy.
Pi Shuihan snorted coldly, without the slightest hesitation: "You can scram too."
Xiao Huchi blinked, then laughed in his anger: "I am a Seventh Transformation powerhouse of the Xiao Family from the Western Desert. Who are you? So short-sighted, yet so arrogant."
"Too much talk." Pi Shuihan's face twisted with disdain as he attacked without warning, lunging straight at Xiao Huchi.
Xiao Huchi's expression darkened immediately, showing no fear as he charged at Pi Shuihan.
The two exchanged blows for more than a dozen rounds. Xiao Huchi was gradually losing ground when Xiao Shirang's figure appeared on the horizon.
Overjoyed, Xiao Huchi quickly regrouped with Xiao Shirang, and the two joined forces against Pi Shuihan.
But moments later, Xiao Huchi and Xiao Shirang both retreated, departing in bitter frustration.
"Who on earth is that guy? Risking his life like that over mere cultivation resources?" Xiao Huchi gritted his teeth silently. He was a fierce warrior himself — a Seventh Transformation general of the Xiao Family, a supreme power in the Western Desert — yet in that battle he had witnessed Pi Shuihan's madness and had been driven to the back foot the entire time.
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be Pi Shuihan, the Demonic Path Gu Immortal from the Northern Plains," Xiao Shirang said evenly.
Xiao Huchi paused: "So he's a barbarian from the Northern Plains! No wonder... Forget it, there are plenty of resources in Central Continent. No point fighting someone like that for nothing."