Chapter 17 The Dilapidated Qingxu Holy Land, Fifty Thousand Years Ago
“Heh, thousands of spirit stones, tens of thousands? Do you think Qingxu Holy Land still exists? It’s thirty spirit stones, don’t be ungrateful. Giving you these spirit stones is already giving you face.”
The young man in fine clothes before her sneered mockingly, looking impatient and even starting to threaten.
“Then... you... you can just rob me if you have the guts. I won’t sell for thirty spirit stones, no matter what.”
The young woman remained stubborn, her eyes full of defiance. Though frail, she showed no fear.
“You’re courting death...”
Hearing this, the young man in fine clothes was instantly enraged, ready to act.
However, his companion suddenly pulled him back, shaking his head, “The patrol team is watching; don’t cause trouble in Nanque Sacred City. After all, Qingxu Holy Land...”
He didn’t finish his sentence, seeming a bit apprehensive.
But the young man understood, his face changing slightly before he cursed under his breath, threw the raw stones down, and walked away.
The young woman silently picked up the raw stones they had thrown, carefully wiping off the dirt.
This kind of thing happened daily; she was used to it.
But...
She let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
Since the catastrophic event fifty thousand years ago, Qingxu Holy Land had fallen apart.
The elders and disciples who could leave had left, and now only two or three people remained.
At its peak, Qingxu Holy Land, though not matching the immortal Daoist sects and supreme great sects, had a long heritage.
With resident saints and numerous saint artifacts, they even had an invincible figure on the verge of becoming a quasi-supreme.
But after the disaster fifty thousand years ago, the Qingxu Holy Master went mad and rushed into the depths of the Divine Ruins, never to be seen again.
Other elders faced various problems, from going mad to drastic personality changes, with none meeting a good end.
The entire Qingxu Holy Land seemed to have been cursed, rapidly declining and collapsing.
Even the ruins of the holy land were divided and seized by other forces, not to mention other resources. Now, only this remote stone gambling shop in Nanque Sacred City remained.
With the city’s ban on fighting among cultivators, it was somewhat peaceful.
“Master...”
The young woman, after gathering the raw stones, walked into the stone gambling shop and glanced at the drunken, legless old man sleeping against the threshold, sighing softly.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the distant sky.
A massive ancient warship sped towards the depths of Nanque Sacred City.
“That’s... the Jiang family of the hidden immortal clan...”
Xiao Hongdou looked up, shocked, knowing what it signified.
In Nanque Sacred City, only a force like the hidden immortal clan could disregard the city’s rules and descend directly.
A level she could never reach.
“Hidden immortal clan...”
Xiao Yan also noticed, his expression slightly changing.
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The Jiang family’s arrival in Nanque Sacred City caused quite a stir.
Though Nanque Sacred City was often bustling with notable figures, the presence of a massive force like the hidden immortal clan was rare.
Such forces rarely made such brazen appearances.
Cultivators and beings speculated about who from the hidden immortal clan was on the warship.
“Based on the black-robed elder’s memories, the Book of Death should be in this area...”
In a grand palace in the depths of Nanque Sacred City,
Jiang Minghan examined a sheepskin map, tapping the table lightly.
The Jiang family had properties in Nanque Sacred City, including pharmacies, stone gambling shops, and weapon stores—almost everything.
So, Jiang Minghan chose to come directly to Nanque Sacred City for convenience.
“Mm?”
“From this map, the Book of Death is in a mining area near the Divine Ruins, a notorious forbidden zone...”
“The territory belongs to... Qingxu Holy Land?”
Jiang Minghan raised an eyebrow.
According to information, Qingxu Holy Land was destroyed fifty thousand years ago, for unknown reasons, possibly due to a curse.
Rumors said they found buckets of blood-red soil in the mining area. What they found afterward remained a mystery.
Based on the black-robed elder’s memories, the Book of Death being buried there matched the timeline.
The question now was whether Qingxu Holy Land had unearthed the Book of Death fifty thousand years ago.