Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

1As long as one was able to advance a single step, one would be able to encounter a lucky chance in the form of a pagoda that was close to the center of the South Pole. One would be able to easily acquire the legacies of a major power.    

    

"Hahaha, I obtained five hundred years of Lingzhi."    

    

"This Rainbow Pearl is mine." All mine. "    

    

"Whoever dares to steal my spirit medicine, I'll destroy him today."    

    

The entire South Pole had become chaotic, and some of the martial cultivator s had fought in every direction for spirit grass, but very quickly, they were killed by even stronger experts and all the spirit herbs in their hands had changed owners. There were also some smart people who retreated as soon as they obtained a Spirit Grass, not daring to take another step forward. Although the age of the Spirit Grass was better the further they went, it also meant that it was very dangerous. With their strength, it was very easy to be killed. After all, living was more important than anything.    

    

There were also many powerful teams that went further. They killed their way through, looted more spiritual herbs, and obtained more and more spiritual herbs. This was a place where the strong preyed on the weak.    

    

The major powers did not move at all. Their target was the pavilion in the center, and to them, that was a huge opportunity. The spiritual herbs outside were just a bit tempting, and the rogue cultivators could not find any spiritual medicines.    

    

The relic had been activated for a few minutes, and blood was flowing like a river at the entrance. Under such temptation, there would definitely be people who weren't afraid of death and wanted to obtain great opportunities.    

    

"They're just a bunch of ants."    

    

Not only did they have to rely on luck, they also had to pay a price of blood. Wanting to smoothly enter the path of immortality was simply a dream, the path of cultivation was so cruel, and here, even the weak martial cultivator were insignificant. Ling Feng had seen countless massacres in his five thousand years of life, so the scene in front of him was nothing to him, and in Ling Feng's eyes, they had already become very benevolent.    

    

"They're too scary. I'd better not go. It's better to stay here." He felt that all of these martial cultivator were blinded by their eyes, and all of them were cold-blooded and emotionless. It was too terrifying to look at in the past, and the image of blood forming rivers and fear was difficult for Bing Ling to accept, even though he was a cultivator.    

    

"This is a good chance to train. You cannot miss it. Besides, cultivation is to steal everything, which is to kill. There is nothing to be afraid of. If you want to cultivate, you need to put away the pity that could harm you at any time." Ling Feng said lightly.    

    

If an immortal cultivator wanted to compete with the heavens for their lifespan, they couldn't back down. If they wanted to become an expert, killing was an essential lesson, and that was the rule. Because every single person who stood at the top of the mountain had countless heads stepping on them. Whether it was in Immortal World or on Earth, it was the same everywhere was filled with killing intent.    

    

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid at all." Bing Ling shook her head and said after hearing Ling Feng's words. He hid his fear deep in his heart and hoped that he would never come out.    

    

"Alright, you don't have to be afraid. Just follow me. Those spiritual herbs are just a form of enticement. You don't have to care. The real opportunity is inside." Ling Feng stared at the pavilion in the middle and said. The Spirit Grass in front of her only had a lifespan of a few hundred years. It was nothing to her and there was no need to pick it. It would just be a waste of time.