1210 Guarding the Burial Immortal City and Returning to Yuze Province (5)
Han Muye looked at Du Qiang and said in a deep voice, “Your cultivation must not be lower than the Immortal Realm.”

A demonic beast not weaker than the Immortal Realm.

This was something that he did not dare to imagine before.

Du Qiang cupped his hands and said, “City Lord, don’t worry. My Zhulong Trading Company will definitely settle this matter.”

After the two of them left, Xie Chaoyan quietly arrived.

“Your Excellency.” Xie Chaoyan bowed.

Han Muye nodded and looked at him. “Are there members of the Demon Luo Clan in the Burial Immortal City?”

The Demon Luo Clan was said to be spread throughout countless realms, so there should be members everywhere.

However, given the dangerous nature of the Burial Immortal City, only strong individuals could stay there, and Han Muye wasn’t sure if there were members of the Demon Luo Clan in the city.

“Yes, but not many.” Xie Chaoyan was prepared and handed over a piece of golden jade slip, then whispered, “Your Excellency, the elders of the clans have discussed and are ready to send a group of experts from the clan.”

Experts from the Demon Luo Clan.

For Han Muye, whether they were from the Demon Luo Clan didn’t matter, as long as their strength was sufficient.

He had to make full preparations for this trip to the Burial Immortal City.

“Good, let them make the arrangements.”

Han Muye nodded.

With the affairs in the city settled, Han Muye quietly left Yunlan City.

He didn’t go far, just to the vein where he used to nurture the Fragment Gold Ants.

Now, the distance between this vein and Yunlan City was only a few hundred miles, and the Fragment Gold within it had already been devoured by the Fragment Gold Ants.

Fortunately, Han Muye had prepared well. He had brought a large amount of ore from the Murong family back then, and it was all piled up there.

Entering the mine tunnel, countless Fragment Gold Ants emitted faint vibrations, as if responding to Han Muye.

“Buzz!”

Han Muye raised his hand, and three pieces of green jade plates appeared.

The Dao-Engraving Plates could carry Dao items.

Naturally, collecting the Fragment Gold Ants in this mine tunnel was no issue.

A stream of green light enveloped them, and countless Fragment Gold Ants were placed into three green jade plates.

These Fragment Gold Ants were spiritual creatures that Han Muye used to nourish his divine soul. Each one might not be much, but when gathered in the millions, they were significant for nurturing his divine soul.

Han Muye’s divine soul cultivation had already reached the realm of a Golden Immortal, and every bit of advancement required a massive accumulation.

After collecting the Fragment Gold Ants, Han Muye moved and flew straight up into the sky.

Beyond the sky, a golden light appeared, revealing mountains and rivers.

This was a Grotto-heaven, the one that Han Muye had claimed from that powerful Green Wolf Clan demon back then, and he had hidden it here.

Although Han Muye had already refined this Grotto-heaven, it wasn’t of much use.

Now, Han Muye used the Dao-Engraving Plates to collect the paradise and nurture the Fragment Gold Ants.

The Grotto-heaven rumbled, and golden light shimmered, then it transformed into a jade plate, depicting mountains and rivers like a miniature landscape.

Countless golden light spots shuttled through it.

The drawback of not being able to carry a Grotto-heaven for Void Realm experts was directly solved in front of precious treasures.

Of course, Void Realm experts weren’t qualified to possess precious treasures in the first place.

…
Ten days later, outside Yunlan City, a transmission array was guarded by a team of black-armored cavalry within a radius of 10 miles.

These were the Gale Guards of the city, once known as the Gale Bandits.

As the most mobile cavalry in the city, when the Gale Guards acted, it meant that important figures were arriving in Yunlan City.

Surrounding cultivators gathered to watch, curious about who was arriving this time.

Dressed in a green robe, with a sword case on his back, and a hairband tied around his hair, Han Muye stood calmly in front of the light array.

Behind him, a group of Immortal Cultivators in green armor stood solemnly.

These were guards sent by the Demon Luo Clan, each of them at the Immortal Realm.

After the guards, there was a group of imposing figures.

These were formidable demons brought by the Zhulong Trading Company, currently in humanoid form.

The key was that all these demons were at the Immortal Realm.

The Bitter Immortal Realm was in chaos. Their cultivation wasn’t particularly strong, numerous demonic creatures and beasts were caught between various forces.

Chen Zhulong personally arranged the gathering of hundreds of Immortal Realm demonic creatures, and Han Muye was to take these experts to the Burial Immortal City.

“Everyone, I entrust Yunlan City to you.” Han Muye turned around, his gaze sweeping over them as he spoke softly.

Zuo Baichou and the others bowed in response.

Zhao Chen stood beside Han Muye with a smile on his face.

Behind him was Old Chu, who was wearing a green-gray robe.

Beside Old Chu was a half-demon man carrying a broad ax on his back.

This person was named Song Zhong, a powerful Immortal Realm expert from the Heavenly Radiance Sect. He was hired by Zhao Chen from the Jujin Trading Company as a guest protector, also doubling as his personal bodyguard.

“Let’s go.” Seeing that Han Muye had finished instructing and stepped into the light array, Zhao Chen waved his hand and led the caravan guards behind him into the array.

The great formation flickered with golden light, drawing out immortal light that soared into the clouds.

“Fortunately, we made it.” Holding a gourd of wine and with disheveled hair, Zhou Sheng appeared outside the array with a long sword on his back.

“I happen to be returning to the sect to report my duties. I’ll borrow your array formation to get back. Do you have any objections?”

Zuo Baichou and the others quickly shook their heads.

Zhou Sheng happily strode into the teleportation array.

…

From Yunlan City to the jurisdiction of the Sword Sect, he passed through a total of 12 teleportation formations and traveled another 15 million miles.

Fortunately, they were all experts this time. The three flying ships flew across the sky and only took three days to reach Yuze province under the rule of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

Standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the vast expanse of mist and rain, a touch of nostalgia crossed Han Muye’s face.

“Haha, back home.” Zhao Chen’s face bore a smile as he spread his arms.

To Zhao Chen, Yuze Province and Yunlu City were his hometown.

However, to Han Muye, the Immortal World might be good, but it wasn’t his home.

“Buzz!”

An arrow of light shot over and fell towards the bow of the ship.

“Enemy attack—”

Shouts rang out on the bow as a screen of light shattered the arrow.

Zhao Chen waved his hand, unfurling a banner on the bow.

The words ‘Jujin Trading Caravan’ glittered brightly.

“Damn it, haven’t been back for years, and as soon as I return, this is the welcome I get?” Zhao Chen’s eyes widened as he looked ahead at the scattered cultivators who were gathering, blocking their path.

“Yuze Province is in turmoil too…” Han Muye shook his head, sighing softly.

Since the departure of Wang Minghe, who defended Yuze Province, the power of the province had fallen into the hands of five Elder Guardians, and turmoil had spread throughout the province.

“Jujin Trading Caravan?

What a fat sheep!

“Is the bone too hard to chew?”

Ahead of the flying ship, the scattered experts in the Immortal Realm muttered.

A Daoist wearing a black robe and at the Immortal Venerable Realm stepped forward, his eyes flashing with a sinister light..

He raised his hand and behind him, dozens of black-armored puppets stepped forward.

“Jujin Trading Caravan?

“We, the Wasteland Bandits, have suffered enough from your Jujin Trading Company over the years. Today, we happened to intercept your caravan. Not a single one of you will be left alive!”

Transient Wasteland, rampant bandits.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth wide, looking back at Han Muye with an amused expression.

Back then, when they left Qingyun Town, they had killed many Wasteland Bandits along the way…

“Big Brother, these are our old enemies.” Zhao Chen raised his hand, and several figures flew out from behind him.