Chapter 1124: Chapter 1115: Standing Up for Justice
The vast heaven and earth.
The vastness of the entire Daluo Heaven Realm was beyond imagination.
Quan City!
Located in the southern part of the Daluo Heaven Realm, it is one of the many cultivator cities.
Overall, Quan City does not count as a large city.
But compared to Qingling, the prosperity here is not much different from Xuezhao Divine City.
The ancient city was grand, with towering city walls reaching into the clouds, their surfaces presenting a scorched black hue as if they had gone through several great battles.
Mo Wangchen led Jing Yun and the other three, descending outside of Quan City and entering on foot.
The four disciples stood in front of the immense city gate. From their facial expressions, one could tell how shocked they were internally.
After entering the city, cultivators came and went endlessly, almost everyone exuding an extraordinary aura. On the Qingling Continent, someone at the Emperor Realm Peak could be considered mighty and dominate a region, but here, they were as common as weeds.
"Is this the Daluo Heaven Realm? Along the way, I’ve seen no fewer than ten Immortal Realm experts!" Yao Yuntian exclaimed in astonishment.
The other three were the same; although they had been mentally prepared, seeing it with their own eyes was an entirely different experience.
"Although Immortal Realm individuals are not few, most are just at the Void Immortal Realm, not that strong," Mo Wangchen said with a smile.
"Master, are there any True Immortal Realm experts like you in this city?" The Heavenly Sea Saint could not help but ask.
"There are indeed a few," Mo Wangchen nodded. Before entering the city, he had already spread his Divine Thought over the entire area, and those hidden experts in the city couldn’t escape his perception.
Leading the four forward, Mo Wangchen occasionally stopped in front of some shops, purchasing many items needed for establishing a mountain gate.
He was relieved that even though he lived in a different era, the currency in this land was still the Immortal Stone.
There was no need to worry about money. The four disciples were naturally excited about Mo Wangchen establishing his own sect. Mo Wangchen gave them a lot of Immortal Stones, telling them to go and make purchases separately.
Before they left, he specifically instructed them not to get into conflicts with others.
Jing Yun and the other three left, each heading in different directions, while Mo Wangchen wandered alone in the city, observing its ancient splendor.
These were all buildings from ancient times. Though not much different from those in his world, there were many subtle differences.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the sky, as if a great battle was taking place.
"Isn’t that Monk Gudeng?"
"He is one of the more famous loose cultivators in the Southern Region. I heard that not long ago, he stole a treasure from the Purple Flame Sect."
"And now, those powerful people chasing him should be from the Purple Flame Sect, right?"
In the city, people gossiped, all attracted by the scene above in the sky.
Mo Wangchen looked up and saw a middle-aged man being chased by three people.
"Gudeng, return the Starry Sky Map quickly, or don’t blame us for being impolite!"
The three were experts from the Purple Flame Sect, at the Peak of the Void Immortal Realm. The middle-aged man they were chasing after was, of course, the Monk Gudeng being discussed.
At this moment, Monk Gudeng was fleeing, occasionally casting powerful holy techniques to attack the three behind him.
His hair was somewhat disheveled, obviously pursued for a long time.
"The Starry Sky Map is an ancestral artifact of mine, found by your Purple Flame Sect in my ancestral land. I’ve tried many times to get it back from you but never succeeded. Why should I return it?" Monk Gudeng snorted coldly, his aura somewhat chaotic, obviously exhausted from the chase.
"I’ve heard that Starry Sky Map is an ancient treasure, obtained by the Purple Flame Sect a few years ago. Did not expect it to be Monk Gudeng’s ancestral artifact?"
"If obtained inside ancient ruins, it wouldn’t matter much. But since it was acquired in someone else’s ancestral land, it seems reasonable for Monk Gudeng to want it back."
The city’s people discussed, obviously having heard something.
"The Purple Flame Sect is a major faction in the south. Though not a Sacred Land, its strength is close. It’s said that the Starry Sky Map contains the true meaning of the Great Dao, and by observing it long-term, one can comprehend the Star Power, endlessly beneficial."
"Such a treasure, naturally, the Purple Flame Sect wouldn’t return it, yet it was stolen by Monk Gudeng."
"Monk Gudeng, just a loose cultivator, though having the Void Immortal Realm cultivation, is no match for the Purple Flame Sect. If he doesn’t hand over the Starry Sky Map, he’s doomed."
People lamented, with many feeling sorry for Monk Gudeng. His ancestor’s item couldn’t be rightfully taken back, and now he was being hunted by strong enemies.
"Humph, formation!"
In the sky, one of the Purple Flame Sect strongmen suddenly shouted coldly.
Then, their bodies split apart, forming a circle, cutting off Monk Gudeng’s retreat.
"Buzz!"
In their hands, they each held a magical treasure, activating it with spiritual power, emitting holy light, and intertwining to imprison Monk Gudeng within it.
"Since you refuse to return it, don’t blame us for being ruthless. After killing you, we’ll retrieve the Starry Sky Map," one of them snorted coldly, then waved his finger in the void.
In an instant, a vast divine light manifested in the locked space, condensing into a Copper Tripod, pressing hard towards Monk Gudeng.
"Get lost!"
Monk Gudeng roared in anger, flipping his palm and striking out, sending the Copper Tripod flying.
"Shh!"
At this moment, a Flying Sword appeared out of thin air, slashing towards him.
Monk Gudeng was shocked, struggling to block it.
Under the joint attack of the Copper Tripod and the Flying Sword, he retreated continuously, seemingly unable to hold on.
"Die!"
One of the Purple Flame Sect’s experts sneered. With that, the Flying Sword rapidly enlarged, as if it could sever the heavenly vault, slashing fiercely at Monk Gudeng.
"Today, it seems Monk Gudeng is destined to meet a bitter end in Quan City."
Many people shook their heads, sighing. After all, Monk Gudeng was just a loose cultivator; how could he stand against the Purple Flame Sect?
Now, under the joint efforts of the three, he was retreating continuously, and the gigantic sword slicing down from the air was on the verge of taking his life.
"Crack!"
But suddenly, when the gigantic sword approached Monk Gudeng’s head, it shattered, and the force that imprisoned the void collapsed instantly.
"Puff!"
In the sky, the faces of the three Purple Flame Sect experts changed drastically, turning pale in an instant. They couldn’t help but cough up blood, their bodies flying backward.
"Which Daoist Fellow took action?"
One of them steadied themselves, looking around in fear.
"Since it is someone else’s ancestral artifact, it should be returned. Why must you go for the kill now?"
At this moment, on the ground, a figure in white stepped out, none other than Mo Wangchen.
His words were light, yet they clearly reached the ears of everyone present.