On the second day, in the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Flower Sect, more than two hundred disciples stood together.
More than ten carriages were filled with supplies. These disciples were all Spirit Master level disciples, so their overall strength was naturally not weak.
The leader of the group was Huai Rourou. At this moment, she was sitting alone in the front row of the most luxurious carriage. The carriage was as gorgeous as the dragon carriage of the ancient imperial family.
"Since everyone is here, let's set off.”
Niu Miaosi looked at the number of people. Each of them had a horse. With their speed, it would take at least a month to reach Simm Plains.
"Martial Aunt, Shizun has agreed to let teacher sit in the same carriage as her." Bai Yixiao cupped his hands.
" What? What right does a mortal like him have to sit in the same carriage as the sect master? No way."" Niu Miaosi was shocked and refused.
"But Master agreed."
"You're pushing your luck." Niu Miaosi said and walked towards the sect master's carriage.
After a while, she walked back with a bitter face. She did not say anything, but her tone was a little angry.”
The large group set off in a mighty manner. Other sects also had groups like the Ten Thousand Flower Sect.
The news of the ancient underground palace in the Simm Plains had also spread recently.
Some cultivators had already guessed that the imperial palace was the encampment of the Drifting Essence Sect thousands of years ago.
However, Su Yuan knew that the Drifting Essence Sect's encampment was not in Xin Mu Plains. The Drifting Essence Sect was a super sect back then. There were many disciples under it and many branches.
However, he did not know if Su Yuan's impression was right. However, the Floating Essence Sect was really unexcelled in the past. Who would have thought that such a huge sect would actually disappear completely?
" Mr. Su, I'm really sorry that we didn't recognize each other yesterday. I…" In the carriage, Huai Rourou sent out a spirit rune with an apologetic expression.
"Haha, it's fine. You're the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Flower Sect, so I understand." Su Yuan smiled.
But to be honest, he didn't expect that Rou Huairou was a mute girl and could become the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Flower Sect.
"Is your Ten Thousand Flower Sect's other Sect Leader called Pu Yanran?”Su Yuan asked.
"Yes, she is my sister." Huai Rourou was stunned, but she still sent out a spirit rune.
Pu Yanran was the number one beauty in the cultivation world, and everyone knew her. On the other hand, she kept a low profile, and other than her name, very few people knew her.
It was not strange that Su Yuan knew the name of the other sect master. Not only in the cultivation world, but even most mortals knew the name of the Ten Thousand Flower Sect.
"How old is she?" Su Yuan asked after a pause.
He actually knew Pu Yanran, but he still wanted to confirm if there was anyone with the same name, so he could only ask Huai Rou.
"I'm more than nine thousand years old. I'm 3618 years old.”Huai Rourou was stunned and sent out a spirit rune.
Su Yuan pondered for a moment. Indeed, Pu Yanran was the girl he knew back then.
Huai Rou Rou looked at Su Yuan and thought that he was surprised by her age.
Indeed, if one were to consider her age, she could be the ancestor of Su Yuan's ancestor.
However, how would she know that Su Yuan was actually a ten-thousand-year-old monster?
But even so, the feeling of love in her heart did not diminish at all. She had even thought about it, if possible, she wanted to use a spirit root fruit to let Su Yuan eat it and turn him into a cultivator.
Only a magical fruit like the spirit root fruit could instantly give a mortal the spirit root attribute and turn him into a true cultivator.
Thinking of the spirit root fruit, Huai Rou Rou became even more determined. Even if Su Yuan wasn't a cultivator and was just a mortal, as long as she understood Su Yuan's intentions, she would be able to find the spirit root fruit and give it to him.
At that time, no one would say that she was with a mortal.
However, she was also a little curious. Why would Su Yuan ask about her sister Pu Yanran's age?
This isn't really a secret, so there's nothing wrong with telling Su Yuan.
Moreover, her sister was already more than nine thousand years old and had the strength of a peak Spirit Emperor. The next few hundred years would be a critical period for her to break through. If she could not break through, her lifespan would end. She would be the only pillar of the Ten Thousand Flower Sect, and the pressure on her would be limitless.
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The Simm Plains was a vast expanse of grassland.
In the center of the Simm Plains, there was an underground palace ruins discovered by cultivators.
After this ruin was discovered, it attracted countless cultivators to come here to dig.
Other than the plains, there was also a desert in the distance.
There were many unknown creatures wandering on the plains. The magic beasts here were even more ferocious than the magic beasts in other places. Their overall level was above the Cleric level.
As for why the magical beasts here were so powerful, not many people seemed to have delved into it.
In a forest on the plains, a patch of blood was exposed.
"Ah, no, help, monster, pfft.”
Suddenly, a miserable voice sounded. A figure crawled out from the shadows. He was so frightened that he wanted to escape.
However, a pitch-black claw grabbed his legs and dragged him into the forest.
The sound of chewing could be heard.
Similar incidents were happening all over the plains.
At first, people didn't care, but as time passed, it didn't matter if ordinary people were eaten. Later, cultivators were also eaten, and they slowly attracted attention.
A crusade team went deep into the plains and killed many strange demonic beasts before discovering this ancient ruin, which was the current Floating Essence Sect's residence.
After that, things became like this. When the various sects received the news, they sent their disciples over one after another, wanting to get a piece of the pie.
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