Bottle Mountain?
Feng Bai frowned.
If he remembered correctly, the ancient tomb of Pingshan was hidden deep in the mountains of Old Bear Ridge in Nuqing County, Xiangxi. It was a treasure land for the emperors to refine pills.
As for the people who participated in the fight for Bottle Mountain.
The warlord, Old Crooked Luo, the chief of Xieling, Chen Yulou, and the Mountain Moving Taoist, Zhe Gushao.
Apart from the missing Hairmound Sect, and with him, the Mountain Guardian, three of the descendants of the five sects had gone.
The lineup was extremely powerful.
Not to mention others, just Old Crooked Luo alone.
The bandits were vicious and ruthless, and they had hundreds of guns under them. They were strong and powerful, and they could be considered a big force in Xiangxi.
He was alone.
It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to get benefits from these people.
However, Feng Bai was not afraid. From the day he transmigrated and the moment he fused with his memories, he knew that one day, he would have to fight with those big shots.
He just didn't expect the time to arrive so early.
Moreover, in the past half a year, Feng Bai had painstakingly cultivated the martial arts passed down by the Mountain Guardian. If he calculated in his heart, he would be able to succeed no matter what.
In the end, his biggest reliance was that he knew what would happen in Bottle Mountain before anyone else.
This was the advantage of being a transmigrator.
Other than uncontrollable factors, it was almost as if he had foresight.
Thinking of this, Feng Bai pushed open the door. Overnight, it snowed heavily outside again, decorating the entire mountain village with a layer of silver.
However, the village was built in the cave. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, so it was not very cold.
Other than the house he lived in, there were a few old houses scattered around the cave. They were all left behind in the past.
However, he was the only one left in the Feng family now. Those old houses had been left unoccupied all year round and had been in disrepair for a long time. They had long been dilapidated.
Feng Bai slowly walked around the village.
However, it wasn't to reminisce about the past, but to sort out the plot of the Bottle Mountain in his mind.
After all, apart from facing the Earth Master of the Three Sects of Moving Mountains, Unravel Ridge, and Touching Gold, they would also face all kinds of dangers after leaving the ancient tomb.
For example, the six-winged centipede that had consumed countless medicinal pills and had long cultivated an inner core.
Although he was the Mountain Guardian and was proficient in insect repelling techniques, it was uncertain whether he could control such a monster that had become a spirit.
Not to mention, once he really went down to the tomb, the descendants of the mountain would be there. If he used the method of viewing the mountain gate too much, those ruthless people might turn around and attack him.
Who asked that ancestor of the Feng Clan to wantonly hunt and kill the people of the four sects back then? He even destroyed more than half of the certificates of the four sects.
Blood feud.
Who knew if these descendants would still remember after hundreds of years?
If they worked together, no matter how strong his sorcery was, he wouldn't be able to block the firearms.
Therefore, he had to consider all the dangerous factors before heading to Bottle Mountain.
Other than that, there was another important point.
How could he successfully enter the team?
What kind of identity could he use to not arouse the suspicion of those old foxes?
Unfortunately, after pondering for a long time, Feng Bai was still not very satisfied. He simply shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
There will always be a way out.
At the very least, he could just go to Xiangxi and make a last-minute decision.
In the next few days.
Feng Bai didn't leave the village again. He focused on cultivating the Paper Figurine Technique and packed his luggage.
The trip to Bottle Mountain was not a matter of one or two days.
It would take at least a month.
On the seventh day.
Early in the morning.
Feng Bai woke up from his cultivation. It was a rare sunny day in the mountains. After eating, Feng Bai carried his bag and left the village.
Wushan was not far from Xiangxi, but it was difficult to travel in this era.
Although there were trains and cars in the big cities outside, in the mountainous areas here, they mostly relied on mules and horses.
But Feng Bai didn't plan to take a mule cart. When the time came for Xiangxi, it would be too late.
They arrived at the pier outside the county city.
Feng Bai bought a ticket.
He was prepared to set off by water.
This side was close to the river, and the water routes extended in all directions. It could save a lot of time on the road.
Even so, by the time he reached Xiangxi Ancient City, seven to eight days had already passed.
After arriving at the ancient city.
Feng Bai didn't come directly.
Instead, he stayed temporarily and secretly investigated the situation.
After a few days, he had touched seventy to eighty percent of it.
Simply put, the Xieling Sect was now led by Chen Yulou.
He was born into a tomb raiding family, and his ancestors had started off by digging coffins.
By his great-grandfather's generation, the Chen family had already sat on the position of bandit chief. After that, it was two generations in a row.
Chen Yulou was a man with unparalleled agility and experience. The Chen family was already very powerful in his generation.
He was in Xiangxi, and his hands and eyes were everywhere.
In the entire Xiangdong Province, there was almost no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Chen family.
There was a rumor in the industry that a few years ago, there were a few rising local masters in Changsha City who gathered together to form a force called the Old Nine Sects.
However, compared to Chen Yulou, his strength and foundation were still too shallow.
Not many people really cared about it.
Other people might not know about the Old Nine Factions, but Feng Bai had no secrets to speak of.
However, when he first heard this news, he was unable to suppress his shock.
After all, ever since he had transmigrated, he had thought that he had come to the world of Ghost Lantern. Who knew that this world was far more complicated than he had imagined?
The Old Nine Gates appeared.
Then he would not only have to face Chen Yulou and Zhe Gushao, but also Lord Zhang and Old Dog Wu.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
His fingers gently stroked the jade token that he had brought out of the hanging coffin. A smile appeared on Feng Bai's face, and his eyes became brighter. Bottle Mountain?
Feng Bai frowned.
If he remembered correctly, the ancient tomb of Pingshan was hidden deep in the mountains of Old Bear Ridge in Nuqing County, Xiangxi. It was a treasure land for the emperors to refine pills.
As for the people who participated in the fight for Bottle Mountain.
The warlord, Old Crooked Luo, the chief of Xieling, Chen Yulou, and the Mountain Moving Taoist, Zhe Gushao.
Apart from the missing Hairmound Sect, and with him, the Mountain Guardian, three of the descendants of the five sects had gone.
The lineup was extremely powerful.
Not to mention others, just Old Crooked Luo alone.
The bandits were vicious and ruthless, and they had hundreds of guns under them. They were strong and powerful, and they could be considered a big force in Xiangxi.
He was alone.
It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to get benefits from these people.
However, Feng Bai was not afraid. From the day he transmigrated and the moment he fused with his memories, he knew that one day, he would have to fight with those big shots.
He just didn't expect the time to arrive so early.
Moreover, in the past half a year, Feng Bai had painstakingly cultivated the martial arts passed down by the Mountain Guardian. If he calculated in his heart, he would be able to succeed no matter what.
In the end, his biggest reliance was that he knew what would happen in Bottle Mountain before anyone else.
This was the advantage of being a transmigrator.
Other than uncontrollable factors, it was almost as if he had foresight.
Thinking of this, Feng Bai pushed open the door. Overnight, it snowed heavily outside again, decorating the entire mountain village with a layer of silver.
However, the village was built in the cave. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, so it was not very cold.
Other than the house he lived in, there were a few old houses scattered around the cave. They were all left behind in the past.
However, he was the only one left in the Feng family now. Those old houses had been left unoccupied all year round and had been in disrepair for a long time. They had long been dilapidated.
Feng Bai slowly walked around the village.
However, it wasn't to reminisce about the past, but to sort out the plot of the Bottle Mountain in his mind.
After all, apart from facing the Earth Master of the Three Sects of Moving Mountains, Unravel Ridge, and Touching Gold, they would also face all kinds of dangers after leaving the ancient tomb.
For example, the six-winged centipede that had consumed countless medicinal pills and had long cultivated an inner core.
Although he was the Mountain Guardian and was proficient in insect repelling techniques, it was uncertain whether he could control such a monster that had become a spirit.
Not to mention, once he really went down to the tomb, the descendants of the mountain would be there. If he used the method of viewing the mountain gate too much, those ruthless people might turn around and attack him.
Who asked that ancestor of the Feng Clan to wantonly hunt and kill the people of the four sects back then? He even destroyed more than half of the certificates of the four sects.
Blood feud.
Who knew if these descendants would still remember after hundreds of years?
If they worked together, no matter how strong his sorcery was, he wouldn't be able to block the firearms.
Therefore, he had to consider all the dangerous factors before heading to Bottle Mountain.
Other than that, there was another important point.
How could he successfully enter the team?
What kind of identity could he use to not arouse the suspicion of those old foxes?
Unfortunately, after pondering for a long time, Feng Bai was still not very satisfied. He simply shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
There will always be a way out.
At the very least, he could just go to Xiangxi and make a last-minute decision.
In the next few days.
Feng Bai didn't leave the village again. He focused on cultivating the Paper Figurine Technique and packed his luggage.
The trip to Bottle Mountain was not a matter of one or two days.
It would take at least a month.
On the seventh day.
Early in the morning.
Feng Bai woke up from his cultivation. It was a rare sunny day in the mountains. After eating, Feng Bai carried his bag and left the village.
Wushan was not far from Xiangxi, but it was difficult to travel in this era.
Although there were trains and cars in the big cities outside, in the mountainous areas here, they mostly relied on mules and horses.
But Feng Bai didn't plan to take a mule cart. When the time came for Xiangxi, it would be too late.
They arrived at the pier outside the county city.
Feng Bai bought a ticket.
He was prepared to set off by water.
This side was close to the river, and the water routes extended in all directions. It could save a lot of time on the road.
Even so, by the time he reached Xiangxi Ancient City, seven to eight days had already passed.
After arriving at the ancient city.
Feng Bai didn't come directly.
Instead, he stayed temporarily and secretly investigated the situation.
After a few days, he had touched seventy to eighty percent of it.
Simply put, the Xieling Sect was now led by Chen Yulou.
He was born into a tomb raiding family, and his ancestors had started off by digging coffins.
By his great-grandfather's generation, the Chen family had already sat on the position of bandit chief. After that, it was two generations in a row.
Chen Yulou was a man with unparalleled agility and experience. The Chen family was already very powerful in his generation.
He was in Xiangxi, and his hands and eyes were everywhere.
In the entire Xiangdong Province, there was almost no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Chen family.
There was a rumor in the industry that a few years ago, there were a few rising local masters in Changsha City who gathered together to form a force called the Old Nine Sects.
However, compared to Chen Yulou, his strength and foundation were still too shallow.
Not many people really cared about it.
Other people might not know about the Old Nine Factions, but Feng Bai had no secrets to speak of.
However, when he first heard this news, he was unable to suppress his shock.
After all, ever since he had transmigrated, he had thought that he had come to the world of Ghost Lantern. Who knew that this world was far more complicated than he had imagined?
The Old Nine Gates appeared.
Then he would not only have to face Chen Yulou and Zhe Gushao, but also Lord Zhang and Old Dog Wu.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
His fingers gently stroked the jade token that he had brought out of the hanging coffin. A smile appeared on Feng Bai's face, and his eyes became brighter. Bottle Mountain?
Feng Bai frowned.
If he remembered correctly, the ancient tomb of Pingshan was hidden deep in the mountains of Old Bear Ridge in Nuqing County, Xiangxi. It was a treasure land for the emperors to refine pills.
As for the people who participated in the fight for Bottle Mountain.
The warlord, Old Crooked Luo, the chief of Xieling, Chen Yulou, and the Mountain Moving Taoist, Zhe Gushao.
Apart from the missing Hairmound Sect, and with him, the Mountain Guardian, three of the descendants of the five sects had gone.
The lineup was extremely powerful.
Not to mention others, just Old Crooked Luo alone.
The bandits were vicious and ruthless, and they had hundreds of guns under them. They were strong and powerful, and they could be considered a big force in Xiangxi.
He was alone.
It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to get benefits from these people.
However, Feng Bai was not afraid. From the day he transmigrated and the moment he fused with his memories, he knew that one day, he would have to fight with those big shots.
He just didn't expect the time to arrive so early.
Moreover, in the past half a year, Feng Bai had painstakingly cultivated the martial arts passed down by the Mountain Guardian. If he calculated in his heart, he would be able to succeed no matter what.
In the end, his biggest reliance was that he knew what would happen in Bottle Mountain before anyone else.
This was the advantage of being a transmigrator.
Other than uncontrollable factors, it was almost as if he had foresight.
Thinking of this, Feng Bai pushed open the door. Overnight, it snowed heavily outside again, decorating the entire mountain village with a layer of silver.
However, the village was built in the cave. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, so it was not very cold.
Other than the house he lived in, there were a few old houses scattered around the cave. They were all left behind in the past.
However, he was the only one left in the Feng family now. Those old houses had been left unoccupied all year round and had been in disrepair for a long time. They had long been dilapidated.
Feng Bai slowly walked around the village.
However, it wasn't to reminisce about the past, but to sort out the plot of the Bottle Mountain in his mind.
After all, apart from facing the Earth Master of the Three Sects of Moving Mountains, Unravel Ridge, and Touching Gold, they would also face all kinds of dangers after leaving the ancient tomb.
For example, the six-winged centipede that had consumed countless medicinal pills and had long cultivated an inner core.
Although he was the Mountain Guardian and was proficient in insect repelling techniques, it was uncertain whether he could control such a monster that had become a spirit.
Not to mention, once he really went down to the tomb, the descendants of the mountain would be there. If he used the method of viewing the mountain gate too much, those ruthless people might turn around and attack him.
Who asked that ancestor of the Feng Clan to wantonly hunt and kill the people of the four sects back then? He even destroyed more than half of the certificates of the four sects.
Blood feud.
Who knew if these descendants would still remember after hundreds of years?
If they worked together, no matter how strong his sorcery was, he wouldn't be able to block the firearms.
Therefore, he had to consider all the dangerous factors before heading to Bottle Mountain.
Other than that, there was another important point.
How could he successfully enter the team?
What kind of identity could he use to not arouse the suspicion of those old foxes?
Unfortunately, after pondering for a long time, Feng Bai was still not very satisfied. He simply shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
There will always be a way out.
At the very least, he could just go to Xiangxi and make a last-minute decision.
In the next few days.
Feng Bai didn't leave the village again. He focused on cultivating the Paper Figurine Technique and packed his luggage.
The trip to Bottle Mountain was not a matter of one or two days.
It would take at least a month.
On the seventh day.
Early in the morning.
Feng Bai woke up from his cultivation. It was a rare sunny day in the mountains. After eating, Feng Bai carried his bag and left the village.
Wushan was not far from Xiangxi, but it was difficult to travel in this era.
Although there were trains and cars in the big cities outside, in the mountainous areas here, they mostly relied on mules and horses.
But Feng Bai didn't plan to take a mule cart. When the time came for Xiangxi, it would be too late.
They arrived at the pier outside the county city.
Feng Bai bought a ticket.
He was prepared to set off by water.
This side was close to the river, and the water routes extended in all directions. It could save a lot of time on the road.
Even so, by the time he reached Xiangxi Ancient City, seven to eight days had already passed.
After arriving at the ancient city.
Feng Bai didn't come directly.
Instead, he stayed temporarily and secretly investigated the situation.
After a few days, he had touched seventy to eighty percent of it.
Simply put, the Xieling Sect was now led by Chen Yulou.
He was born into a tomb raiding family, and his ancestors had started off by digging coffins.
By his great-grandfather's generation, the Chen family had already sat on the position of bandit chief. After that, it was two generations in a row.
Chen Yulou was a man with unparalleled agility and experience. The Chen family was already very powerful in his generation.
He was in Xiangxi, and his hands and eyes were everywhere.
In the entire Xiangdong Province, there was almost no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Chen family.
There was a rumor in the industry that a few years ago, there were a few rising local masters in Changsha City who gathered together to form a force called the Old Nine Sects.
However, compared to Chen Yulou, his strength and foundation were still too shallow.
Not many people really cared about it.
Other people might not know about the Old Nine Factions, but Feng Bai had no secrets to speak of.
However, when he first heard this news, he was unable to suppress his shock.
After all, ever since he had transmigrated, he had thought that he had come to the world of Ghost Lantern. Who knew that this world was far more complicated than he had imagined?
The Old Nine Gates appeared.
Then he would not only have to face Chen Yulou and Zhe Gushao, but also Lord Zhang and Old Dog Wu.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
His fingers gently stroked the jade token that he had brought out of the hanging coffin. A smile appeared on Feng Bai's face, and his eyes became brighter.
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