Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 373 - 382: The Weakest Golden Core Expert in History

There are wolves in the Kunlun Mountains, but the presence of a wolf pack above the halfway point was still a surprise to the three of them.

The temperature here was no longer suitable for any living creatures, perhaps only a few plants could grow in this place.

In the boundless white world, the moment a pair of oily green pupils opened, the whole world seemed to change color, filled with a bloody thirst for blood.

"Something’s wrong! These creatures are almost cunning!" Ye Ling suddenly exclaimed.

The gray wolves facing them were completely different from ordinary wolves, with bodies much larger, at least a size bigger than a normal wolf.

Moreover, their fur was like steel, shimmering in the light, especially the leader. A tuft of white hair grew in the middle of its head, which was very conspicuous and imposing.

"What do we do? Kill them?" Mo Xing asked, somewhat nervously feeling the ill-intent in their gazes, and he couldn’t help but tense up.

Ye Ling shook his head, "You, Lai Hao, are also a strong warrior of the Golden Core Stage, what are you afraid of when facing a bunch of beasts?" Continue reading at novelbuddy

Yes, he himself was a strong warrior of the Golden Core Stage. Thinking of this, Mo Xing’s confidence became somewhat firmer. Golden Core Stage, even in the Cultivation Realm, was considered an absolute elder-level figure, a bunch of furry beasts, what was there to fear?

Unfortunately, Mo Xing was probably the weakest Golden Core Stage warrior in the history of the Cultivation Realm.

Without Divine Skills and nearly zero combat capability, Mo Xing was merely a myth among ordinary people and a joke among cultivators.

"I don’t want to slaughter you. If you still wish to preserve your species, then leave quickly."

"It wasn’t easy for you to cultivate, don’t ruin your many years of spiritual practice in one fell swoop."

Ye Ling stepped forward, his voice thundering, and he even incorporated the Buddhist Sect’s Lion’s Roar Divine Technique, making the snow tremble intensely.

When Ye Ling’s words fell, the Wolf King’s eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity, which slowly faded away.

"Arwoo."

The Wolf King howled to the sky and then led the pack of wolves to slowly leave. It was evident that it too sensed Ye Ling’s strength. Taking its species into battle would likely only result in death.

As the wolf pack left, Mo Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and Ye Ling looked back at him, "You, what a coward."

"Cut it out. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be any better. I could feel it, you know. If it weren’t for the Heavenly Dao’s suppression after the nation’s founding, forbidding them from becoming spirits, these creatures might have already broken through to become spirits."

Mo Xing quickly explained himself, the terrifying aura unconsciously emitted by this group had him trembling all over.

Ye Ling nodded. Even an expert of the Innate Realm would have met a terrible fate against this pack of wolves or might even possibly die here.

The three continued to move forward, but just then, the snowstorm grew fiercer, and the world became vast and indistinct. Ye Ling glanced at Mo Xing and Li Tianhao, who were somewhat struggling to adapt.

One was a Golden Core warrior without Divine Skills, and the other was just a Martial Artist in the Innate Realm. In the face of nature’s harsh environment, they certainly couldn’t compare to Ye Ling.

"Quick, look over there, there’s a straw hut. Let’s go inside and take shelter," Ye Ling pointed towards a tiny black dot halfway up the mountain, very vague.

Mo Xing and Li Tianhao nodded, neither of them boasting any further. In front of their own people, any more bluffing would just be showing off.

Upon entering the straw hut, there was an animal skin serving as a curtain at the doorway, shielding them from the fierce wind and snowstorm. The three glanced around the hut’s interior and found it quite disorderly.

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"How come there’s dry firewood here? Could it be that someone’s been here?" Mo Xing wondered aloud, staring at a pile of dry firewood at his feet.

Li Tianhao shook his head, "It’s not someone, this is a refuge hut for hunters at the base of the Kunlun Mountains, and it also serves as a shelter for some mountain climbers."

"Leaving a little something behind might represent endless hope for others. The people here believe in the Kunlun Divine; they think that these good deeds will allow them to be embraced by the Kunlun Divine after death."

Li Tianhao explained to Mo Xing, who was somewhat illiterate. Understanding dawned on Mo Xing; he nodded. So that was it—turned out Li Tianhao was like a mobile repository of cultural knowledge, huh? Damn, he knew a bit about the customs and beliefs of every place.

What Mo Xing didn’t know was that Li Tianhao had been traveling around the country with his master since he was young, seeking out dragon lines and drawing geomantic veins, which is why he knew so much from seeing so much.

Ye Ling looked at the two men and smiled lightly, "You two, hurry up and light the firewood, get some warmth, and if the snow eases up later, we’ll continue up the mountain."

"Ye Ling, why don’t you just use your Spiritual Power to wrap around us and take us up? Wouldn’t that be faster and more convenient?" Mo Xing, bending over and fiddling with the firewood, muttered.

Ye Ling’s forehead creased, "You lazy thing, this is a form of cultivation for you two. In this kind of environment, this is the best place for your practice."

"As for that arm-slave, don’t worry, I’ve locked onto an area. It should be the Kunlun Sect that Li Tianhao spoke of; there are several strong presences inside. The arm-slave should be in there."

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Ye Ling leaned against a corner of the thatched hut and slowly said. At the top of the Kunlun Mountains, there was a terrifying presence, numerous in number—it should be the Kunlun Sect that Li Tianhao had mentioned.

Upon hearing the term "arm-slave," Li Tianhao’s eyes suddenly reddened. Seeing this, Ye Ling patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, come tomorrow, your hatred will naturally disappear."

Li Tianhao nodded. After he and Mo Xing managed to get the firewood burning, the two huddled around the roaring red flames for warmth.

Mo Xing sighed deeply, "On the same Earth, damn it, the Central Plains are warm and sleep-inducing, while this place is covered with snowy skies. This is truly an extreme."

"Nature’s wonders are endless. In the Immortal Realm, there’s a waterfall called ’Life and Death.’ " Ye Ling said with a faint smile.

"Life and Death? What does that mean?" Mo Xing, taken aback, immediately asked.

This guy was very sensitive and interested in things related to the Immortal Realm; nearly the mention of it made his eyeballs red.

"This waterfall is incredibly magical. It’s said to have existed since the world was created. And at this waterfall, Immortals have had moments of sudden enlightenment under its torrential pour, breaking through their limits," Ye Ling said.

"Some Immortals have tempered their bodies under its wash, others have undergone a metamorphosis, and yet others have lost all their cultivation under its force."

"Yet there are also Immortals who, under its torrents, have been reduced to nothing but bones. In my view, this waterfall is like a cycle of reincarnation; there are those who live, those who die, those who remain noble, and those who become destitute," Ye Ling narrated, and both Li Tianhao and Mo Xing listened intoxicated, almost yearning for it.

Meanwhile, outside the thatched hut, more than a dozen black figures staggered toward the hut, each step sinking deeply into the ground, their bodies wrapped in white snow.

Inside the hut, as the three were talking, suddenly the fabric door opened. It was a middle-aged man with patchy beard, a face full of vicissitudes, and his hair and clothes thick with snow.

"Quick! Bring Huzi in quickly!" The middle-aged man said with great urgency and excitement.

The next moment, to Mo Xing’s astonished gaze, a full ten people shuffled in, among them a young man with a pale face and an arm covered in fresh blood.

The dozen or so people immediately crammed the thatched hut completely full, and Mo Xing gaped, though no words came out.

"Thank you all very much. My son’s been injured, and with the weather like this, I’m sorry for the disturbance," the middle-aged man hastily said, seeing the expression on Mo Xing’s face.

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