Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 881 - 391: Ancient Demon Hall; An Unexpected Arrival_2

However, this red-haired ancestor, immersed in his ecstasy, didn’t notice at all.

In the seemingly empty sky above the sea behind him, a concealed "entity," like a bone-attached gangrene, silently followed at a speed no slower than his own.

...

Ancient Demon Hall, Outer Reception Hall.

The space slightly twisted, and a red-haired flying figure appeared, the very red-haired Nascent Soul cultivator.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of many eyes in the hall.

However, almost at the same instant the red-haired Nascent Soul attracted attention,

a faint shadow, like a bone-attached gangrene, silently slid into the hall, without causing any ripples.

It was Xu Ping, who had pushed the "Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl" to its utmost concealment.

The hall was extremely spacious, its dome high, built from countless ashen white beast bones and pitch-black boulders, exuding an eternal coldness and dead stillness.

At this moment, no less than a hundred cultivators had gathered inside the hall, bustling with heads and mixed spiritual pressure.

The majority of them were Golden Core cultivators, each with a solemn expression, either closing their eyes to meditate, warily observing their surroundings, or whispering with familiar faces.

Xu Ping hid in a corner, but his divine sense unfolded like an invisible giant net, quietly sweeping across the room.

"Seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators," Xu Ping immediately assessed in his mind.

Among them, twelve were at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul, four were at the Mid-Stage, and one had a deep and obscure aura, likely at the Peak of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.

"People die for wealth, birds for food."

With the danger of this Ancient Demon Hall’s anomaly, if half of these cultivators could leave alive, it would be a blessing from the heavens.

Time passed, and more cultivators gradually arrived through the entrance teleportation.

The atmosphere within the hall grew increasingly tense, with an invisible tension almost solidifying.

Suddenly, Xu Ping’s gaze slightly focused, landing on a newly arrived group.

The leader, dressed in a pink robe, had a trace of imperceptible anxiety in his eyes.

It was the He Huan Demon.

Beside him stood a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, shrouded in demonic Qi.

Their lips moved slightly, evidently communicating through some secret technique.

"What a narrow meeting for old foes!"

A flicker of cold killing intent flashed through Xu Ping’s eyes like an icy blade.

Their enmity needed no further explanation, and this fiend was already on his must-kill list.

However, Xu Ping did not spring into action immediately.

With so many cultivators present, a mix of good and evil, this was clearly not the place for action.

Everything would have to wait until inside the Ancient Demon Hall.

Xu Ping suppressed his killing intent, making his aura even more perfectly concealed, as if becoming part of the hall’s shadows.

Just as his thoughts were racing, a suppressed exclamation and commotion suddenly erupted among the cultivators.

"Is that...."

"Hiss, he actually came too!"

"Sikong Ziyan of the Cloud Sky Sect!"

Xu Ping raised an eyebrow, looking toward the entrance.

He saw a handsome young man in a moon-white robe with starry patterns, with eyes as sharp as swords and brows like stars, stride into the hall.

He stood tall and upright like a solitary peak. Though he exuded no intentional spiritual pressure, the vast and unfathomable aura around him pressed over all present Nascent Soul cultivators, causing everyone to turn and look.

"Sikong Ziyan?"

A trace of surprise crossed Xu Ping’s eyes.

The name was well-known across the outer seas.

Even before the news spread of his single-handed battle against the He Huan Demon, Isle Master of Ten Thousand Poisons, and Xuanyin Island Master, Sikong Ziyan was already recognized as the foremost cultivator beneath the Late-Stage Nascent Soul.

His sect, the Yunxiao Sect, was the foremost sect of the outer seas, with an unfathomable foundation, boasting three Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.

"With his talent and sect resources, achieving Late-Stage Nascent Soul is not certain, but far exceeds the likes of the He Huan Demon. Why risk coming to such a perilous place as the Ancient Demon Hall?"

Xu Ping touched his chin, deep in thought.

Could it be for some special opportunity?

At this moment, most Nascent Soul cultivators in the hall, regardless of aligning with the righteous or demonic paths, withdrew their arrogance and cast friendly glances at Sikong Ziyan. Some even greeted him proactively with cupped hands.

"Fellow Daoist Sikong."

"I didn’t expect to encounter Brother Sikong on this occasion."

An Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator spoke respectfully, "With Fellow Daoist Sikong here, we can embark on this trip with more peace of mind."

Sikong Ziyan’s face was stern, seemingly unsmiling and aloof, discouraging strangers from approaching.

But in response to everyone’s greetings, he slightly nodded, returning the gestures politely yet with a hint of aloofness.

Suddenly, his eyebrows slightly knitted as if sensing something. His sharp gaze swiftly scanned the shadowy corner of the hall.

In the depths of his eyes, a barely discernible black gleam flickered, as if employing some kind of insight secret technique.

However, all his gaze found was an empty shadow and a few uneasy Golden Core cultivators, nothing unusual.

"A hallucination?"

Sikong Ziyan furrowed his brow more tightly, filled with doubt.

At that moment, he faintly felt an extremely concealed divine sense sweeping over him.

But now, no matter how he searched, he couldn’t find the slightest trace.

Was it truly his imagination?

"Brother Sikong, what’s wrong?"

A familiar Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator beside him noticed his oddness and asked via sound transmission.

Sikong Ziyan withdrew his gaze, shaking his head expressionlessly, "It’s nothing."

The probing intent earlier might have been due to the changes in the Ancient Demon Hall.

In the outer seas, those capable of concealing to such an extent, making even him unable to discern any flaws, were scarce, whether among Mid-stage or Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.