Chapter 263.2: Rongshan Sect - Part 2

Chen Chao pondered a lot, but eventually walked forward. He quickly reached the square and approached a female cultivator who was seated there. Crouching down, he observed her carefully.

This was a rather attractive-looking female cultivator with a slender figure. Her age was indiscernible. At this moment, with her eyes tightly closed, her brows were slightly furrowed. It seemed as if she had encountered some issue during her cultivation, something she could not quite comprehend at the moment, and she was still pondering over it.

Chen Chao did not reach out to touch her. The events at the cemetery still played vividly in his mind. Those cultivators had dug up graves for those magic artifacts, and most of them died there in the end. If Chen Chao was not around, it was likely that none of those cultivators would have escaped that place.

They had shown no reverence for history, and there would surely have been severe consequences.

Chen Chao understood this principle well. So, after just a few glances, he stood up and continued walking ahead. Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

There were cultivators of all ages and genders seated on the square. He even spotted two youths around his own age, all with their eyes closed and expressions serene.

These two youths were seated in the center of the square. They were undoubtedly the young geniuses of this sect. With such treatment, they were not ordinary individuals.

Unfortunately, they had also become dust in history. Apart from their still-present bodies, there was no trace left of them.

Chen Chao quickly reached the end of the square, in front of that palace.

It was a similarly grand palace. Currently, its doors were tightly shut, resembling a slumbering giant, standing quietly in this place.

There were also two cultivators seated in front of the door, also with their eyes tightly closed. However, judging from their attire, they appeared to be disciples of Daoism.

Among the countless cultivators on the square, there was a wide variety of clothing, representing all kinds of cultivation factions. Chen Chao even spotted some cultivators with their flying swords in front of them.

Their swords were placed across their legs. They were likely nourishing their swords.

Chen Chao retracted all his thoughts and shifted his gaze to the large doors in front of the palace. These doors were also adorned with countless intricate patterns, but this time, they were not overly complex. Many of them were actually depictions, illustrating the development of this Rongshan Sect. Starting from the establishment of the sect, to foreign invasions, the resistance of the cultivators, and even shadows of the demon race. But the cultivators successfully fended them off. In these depictions, the Rongshan Sect had experienced numerous trials and tribulations throughout its history. The reason why these cultivators chose to inscribe these significant events was probably so that their descendants would remember them and not forget what had happened.

As Chen Chao scanned these depictions, he roughly grasped everything that had once happened to this Rongshan Sect.

However, the final depiction was somewhat incomplete.

It was on the left side of the door and it was only engraved halfway. Faintly visible was a flying sword and a cultivator with his back facing everyone.

The cultivator should be the owner of the flying sword, and the sword was hovering in mid-air with its tip pointing at the incomplete portion of the depiction.

What exactly was in that picture?

Chen Chao furrowed his brow slightly. He had a vague feeling that it was something of utmost importance, but it could not be seen now.

It did not make sense to give up inscribing the second half of the picture due to some irresistible factor. At least, they had already given up the notion of engraving the latter half of the depiction before the true destruction came.

Chen Chao extended his hand, wanting to touch that incomplete depiction. However, as soon as his hand reached out, he felt a sharp intent, and his finger was cut, causing blood to flow continuously.

There was still a lingering sword intent on the picture. Even after all these years, it was still terrifying.

Chen Chao retracted his hand and quickly stopped the bleeding.

"Daoist Master, after we go up the mountain, I'll take you to the medicinal garden first. If the spirit medicines there haven't withered, they should be at least immortal herbs by now."

The black ox's eyes sparkled with excitement. Managing spirit medicines was naturally troublesome, as some were very delicate and required the careful attention of cultivators. A single mistake could cause the spirit medicines to wither and die. However, there were other spirit medicines that did not need such care. Once planted, they could grow on their own, and their medicinal properties would increase with their age. After countless years, they would become truly amazing.

The term 'immortal herbs' was very rare in the world now. The major sects might have one or two immortal herb seeds or were currently cultivating immortal herbs. But most sects' immortal herbs were likely still in the growth stage and not fully matured. In other words, the growth of immortal herbs required a long time. Even if those cultivators planted them countless years ago, after countless years, even if they matured, they might be picked and consumed by the big shots within those sects. It was difficult to preserve them for later.

The middle-aged daoist had already reached the Great Liberation Realm, making him a special existence among Nepenthe Realm cultivators. Advancing further would not be too easy.

If he could borrow the power of immortal herbs, he might have a chance to break through these fetters and take a new step forward

The mention of immortal herbs was naturally able to move the middle-aged daoist.

The middle-aged daoist glanced deeply at the black ox and said calmly, "Don't harbor any other thoughts. Once we find them, I naturally won't mistreat you."

The black ox grunted in agreement and said with some flattery, "Daoist Master, you just enjoy the immortal herbs. When the time comes, I'll only need some fruits to quench my thirst."

The middle-aged daoist did not say anything further; he simply gave the black ox a look.

The black ox stopped talking nonsense and walked towards the white mist. Its two horns seemed to part the curtain as it finally entered the white mist.

The middle-aged daoist still held his oiled-paper umbrella, but as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, his expression turned somewhat ugly.

The black ox sensed a momentary shift in the middle-aged daoist's emotions and asked cautiously, "Daoist Master, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged daoist who was still holding his oiled-paper umbrella looked at the divine mountain in front of him. He did not speak immediately and just remained silent.

The black ox said softly, "Daoist Master?"

The middle-aged daoist returned to his senses, but did not speak. He just continued to stare at what lay ahead.

Then, he said softly, "Let's go."

He still held the oiled-paper umbrella and displayed no strong emotional fluctuations.

The black ox let out a cheerful moo. It had been to this place many times before. Now that it came here again, it felt like no time had passed at all. It had merely taken a nap, woken up, then came here again.

But, when it stepped onto the mountain path and noticed the medicinal herbs on both sides of the mountain path, he became even happier.

Lowering its head, it began to graze on the herbs like any ordinary ox would.

There was no difference at all.

Whether was it a brown ox or a black ox, they both needed to eat grass.

Even if the grass was different.

However, if this scene was seen by Chen Chao, he would definitely regret it deeply.