Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 962 - 417: Peak of Fourth Rank Middle Grade Spirit Vein; Qi and Blood Enhancement_2

Yan Feng, a cultivator who had just advanced to the Late Stage, personally came to the mountain gate to greet them. He offered Xu Ping a respectful bow. "I have yet to thank Fellow Daoist Xu for your help in my breakthrough to the Late Stage."

"Fellow Daoist Yan is too kind; it was merely a small matter," Xu Ping replied, cupping his hands in return.

As Yan Feng was leading Xu Ping and the others into the newly prepared spirit hall—

A sudden and dramatic shift occurred!

Boom!

An intense, overbearing, and terrifying demonic might descended without warning, like a colossal black mountain made solid, pressing down upon the entire Mystic Water Sect.

Numerous disciples within the sect were struck with fear by this immense pressure; those with lower cultivation levels turned pale and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Hm?"

Yan Feng's expression shifted slightly.

Xu Ping abruptly lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the protective array's light curtain to scan the heavens above.

Within a mass of pitch-black, endlessly churning demonic clouds, he observed a figure standing with hands clasped behind his back.

The individual's features were sinister and cold, his eyes exuded arrogance and disdain, and Demonic Qi surged violently around him. The oppressive force he exerted far exceeded that of an ordinary Late-Stage cultivator, clearly indicating he had reached the very zenith of the Late-Stage Nascent Soul realm.

"Xuanmo True Monarch?"

Xu Ping instantly recognized the newcomer but narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wondered why this demonic cultivator had come to the Mystic Water Sect.

From what he understood, Xuanmo True Monarch had no prior connections with the Mystic Water Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Shan's transformation into the Dao is a matter of great regret to me. I have only come today to pay my respects to an old acquaintance and offer a token of my sentiments."

The demonic clouds gradually parted, revealing the figure within—none other than the formidable titan of the demonic path, Xuanmo True Monarch.

Yan Feng immediately recognized this infamous paramount figure of the demonic path, and his wariness intensified to its highest point.

However, the visitor's words did not suggest an immediate intent to attack. He even spoke of paying respects. To outright refuse him would only make the Mystic Water Sect appear cowardly and impolite.

After a moment of contemplation, Yan Feng spoke in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Xuanmo is most thoughtful. Since you have come to pay your respects, my Mystic Water Sect naturally has no grounds to refuse."

Although the opponent's power was significantly greater than his own, he felt secure relying on the Sect Protection Array and thus harbored no fear.

Moreover, with Xu Ping present, even if the visitor was a peak Late-Stage cultivator, he would certainly be unable to cause significant trouble.

Yan Feng formed a hand seal. The Sect Protection Array's light curtain shimmered, creating an opening just wide enough for one person to pass.

The corner of Xuanmo True Monarch's mouth curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. His form flickered, and he effortlessly passed through the barrier, landing on the plaza.

As he entered, more than half of that terrifying demonic might receded, yet it continued to loom over everyone's hearts like a dark shadow.

His gaze swept over those present, eventually settling on Xu Ping. A seemingly cordial smile graced his features. "Fellow Daoist Xu, I trust you have been keeping well."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanmo."

Xu Ping maintained a calm demeanor, cupping his hands in greeting.

He had a premonition that Xuanmo True Monarch's visit was likely not solely to pay respects to Shan Tianyou but rather had something to do with him.

Xuanmo True Monarch remained silent for a moment. He then proceeded directly towards the spirit hall, took up incense and candles, and bowed before Shan Tianyou's spirit tablet, his actions perfectly aligned with proper etiquette.

Throughout the entire process of offering respects, no unusual incidents occurred.

Only after the memorial rites for Shan Tianyou were concluded.

As Xu Ping had anticipated, Xuanmo True Monarch smiled and stated, "Fellow Daoist Xu, it is indeed a rare occasion to meet today. Despite the vast distance separating us, we found an instant connection. I wonder if we might find a quiet place to converse privately?"

Xu Ping's gaze flickered slightly, and he nodded. "Since Senior Xuanmo extends such an invitation, I, Xu, naturally have no reason to decline."

He also wished to ascertain the true intentions behind this demonic cultivator's approach.

The two proceeded to a secluded side hall.

Xuanmo True Monarch flicked his finger, and a sound-insulating Restriction materialized. While not of the highest caliber, it was sufficient to prevent any eavesdropping from both inside and outside the hall.

"May I inquire as to the reason Fellow Daoist Xuanmo has sought me out?" Xu Ping asked directly, cutting to the chase.

Xuanmo True Monarch offered a slight smile, choosing not to delay. With a swift movement of his palm, he produced a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, enveloped in an unnerving, chilling Yin Qi.