I Grind to Martial Saint

But to their surprise, they were stopped by a group of people just after leaving Ping’an Town.

"The Ghost King Bandits..."

"These people are like lingering ghosts."

Ding Zihu shook his head, speechless.

"You two, take off those masks!"

A minor leader ordered viciously.

These days, the Ghost King Bandits didn’t dare cause trouble inside Ping’an Town, so they could only lie in wait outside.

Whenever someone with a covered face appeared, they would stop them and only let them go after confirming they weren’t their target.

Generally, cowed by the Ghost King Bandits’ reputation, most people would cooperate.

After all, they weren’t the ones the Ghost King Bandits were looking for, so the bandits wouldn’t do anything to them.

"And if I don’t?"

Han Yuan said lightly.

"Then you’re making an enemy of the Ghost King Bandits!"

The minor leader said coldly.

Han Yuan smiled.

The next moment.

He blurred into an afterimage, rushing forward and striking with both hands.

BANG! BANG!!

In the blink of an eye, Han Yuan had smashed their heads, and they lay on the ground in a bloody, mangled mess.

"Was there any need for that?"

Ding Zihu looked at the corpses on the ground and shook his head.

"By doing this, do you think so little of us Ghost King Bandits?"

A large, bald man suddenly walked out from the woods on the other side.

He had just stepped into the woods to take a nap. He never imagined that in that brief moment, his dozen or so subordinates would all be killed.

"You talk too much."

Han Yuan struck again, throwing a punch at the bald man.

This punch had no technique, only pure, explosive power.

But the bald man’s expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to cry out in alarm, his head was smashed like tofu dregs.

"Let’s go."

Han Yuan couldn’t be bothered to look at the bald man’s corpse again and said indifferently.

The two men and the cat quickly left the area.

Before long, another squad of the Ghost King Bandits discovered the bodies of the bald man and his group.

But Han Yuan and Ding Zihu were long gone, leaving no trace. They were nowhere to be found.

They could only report it to their Third Boss.

...

「Meanwhile.」

Han Yuan and Ding Zihu had already entered the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The Ten Thousand Mountains were indeed just as the legends described, teeming with venomous insects and ferocious beasts.

Han Yuan wasn’t concerned. With his Copper Skin and Iron Bones, he feared no attack.

But Ding Zihu had suffered a misfortune; half of his face was swollen.

A poisonous spider the size of a baby’s fist had descended from above. Its mandibles had bitten right through his mask and stung his face.

Even though he had already cleansed the venom, the swelling on his face wouldn’t go down anytime soon.

"HAHAHA!!!"

"Ding Zihu, are you trying to make Lord Meow die of laughter?"

Whenever the Orange Cat saw Ding Zihu’s face, it would break into unrestrained laughter.

The laughter made Ding Zihu’s blood boil, but he was helpless against the Orange Cat.

"Alright, that’s enough from you."

Finally, even Han Yuan couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped in to warn the Orange Cat.

"Fine... I’ll stop laughing for now."

The Orange Cat was still willing to give Han Yuan some face.

But anyone could see that the Orange Cat was desperately trying to hold back its laughter.

Just then...

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!~~

Two glints of cold light suddenly shot out from a distance, aimed at Han Yuan and Ding Zihu respectively.

And they were aimed at vital spots!

"Who’s there!"

Han Yuan narrowed his eyes, extended his hands, and actually caught the two arrows bare-handed.

The next moment.

He saw two figures flash past up ahead. Without any hesitation, he flicked his wrist!

The two arrows flew back at an even faster speed.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two miserable cries immediately followed.

Han Yuan walked over and saw two corpses on the ground.

These two were also masked, holding Crossbows. Both had their throats pierced by a bloody hole from which blood was still gushing.

"This Crossbow... I doubt an ordinary person could make it."

Ding Zihu muttered.

"In times like these, no one enforces the restrictions on such things anymore."

Han Yuan said indifferently.

"True..."

"It seems many people have come to the Ten Thousand Mountains looking for the Middle Spiritual Land, and plenty are here to fish in troubled waters."

Ding Zihu said.

Obviously, these two had been lying in ambush here, wanting to murder people for their possessions.

But they never could have imagined what kind of ruthless characters they had provoked.

They paid this little episode no mind and simply moved on.

They spent the next half-month or so trekking through the Ten Thousand Mountains.

They had dealings with some of the local tribes and the bandits who occupied the mountain strongholds.

Of course... the process was generally not so smooth.

But under Han Yuan’s Iron Fist, they all eventually learned to behave.

However, they truly knew no specifics about the Middle Spiritual Land.

「Late at night.」

Han Yuan and Ding Zihu were resting in a forest clearing.

"It seems the Purple Mist has appeared twice in total."

"Both times, it was over the Ten Thousand Mountains."

"We can only wait a while longer and see if any other phenomena appear."

Ding Zihu analyzed as he chewed on some dried meat.

"Even you can’t divine it?"

Han Yuan asked, puzzled.

"I can’t... A Middle Spiritual Land isn’t something someone of my Cultivation level can divine."

Ding Zihu said with a wry smile.

"Meow~ The Purple Mist is in the sky again!"

Suddenly, the Orange Cat shouted.

Hearing this, Han Yuan and Ding Zihu hurriedly looked up.

Sure enough.

Beneath the dark sky, a large swathe of Purple Mist had appeared.

The light from the Purple Mist grew increasingly intense, even dyeing the heavens and earth purple.

From Han Yuan’s perspective, he saw the entire forest around him was shrouded in a dim purple glow.

"Did you find anything?"

Han Yuan looked at Ding Zihu.

They were currently in the heart of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Such a phenomenon must be caused by a shift in Spiritual Qi.

Perhaps Ding Zihu could find something.

In fact, without Han Yuan needing to say anything, Ding Zihu had already taken out his Compass.

Then, he smiled wryly and said, "It’s no good... The Spiritual Mechanism of the entire Ten Thousand Mountains is erupting. I can’t lock down the location at all."

Hearing this, Han Yuan shook his head and said, "Then we have no choice but to keep searching."

"But after tonight, I’m afraid even more people will be entering the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Ding Zihu said, "What I fear most is those old monsters from the Innate Realm and Spiritual Realm showing up."

"If those old geezers appear, I’m afraid we won’t even get the leftovers."

Han Yuan said softly, "Those old geezers will definitely show up..."

"Just as Daoist Chunyangzi said, you have to fight for everything!"

"If you don’t fight for it, fortunate opportunities won’t just fall into our laps."

Ding Zihu nodded. "That’s true, but you’re probably the only one who dares to say something like that."

Innate Martial Artists and Spiritual Realm Abnormal People are all century-old monsters.

It’s impossible for ordinary people to contend with them.

Only a monster like Han Yuan would have such confidence.

The two of them stopped paying attention to the celestial phenomenon and rested quietly.

...

The phenomenon of the Purple Mist appearing over the Ten Thousand Mountains was, naturally, also seen by the people in Ping’an Town.

The rooftops of the town were now filled with people, all looking up at the Purple Mist phenomenon with various expressions on their faces.

"It seems the day the Spiritual Land emerges is getting closer and closer."

"It’s a pity that rumors are flying everywhere, but there’s no definite information yet."

"Yeah... no one can say for sure where this Middle Spiritual Land will emerge."

"I’m not waiting anymore. I’m heading into the mountains tomorrow!"

"That’s what I was thinking too!"

The Purple Mist stirred the hearts of many, making them eager to rush into the Ten Thousand Mountains immediately.

In a quiet mansion.

Zhou Shentai was also looking up at the Purple Mist in the sky, lost in thought.

His face was even illuminated by the Purple Mist, taking on a violet hue.

"A Middle Spiritual Land... Interesting."

Zhou Shentai smiled and turned to walk back into the house.

...

「Elsewhere in the Ten Thousand Mountains.」

"Brother Duan, it seems our opportunity has truly arrived."

"We originally planned to enter the Ten Thousand Mountains to vanquish demons and slay evil, but I never expected we’d also encounter the emergence of a Middle Spiritual Land."

Fang Qiaoling said with a smile.

Sitting to her left was a man with sharp brows and bright eyes. Hearing her words, he said softly, "Let’s rescue those poor people first, then we can investigate this Middle Spiritual Land."

Besides these two, there was another man with a cold and stern expression, resting with a longsword in his arms.

He didn’t say a word, simply leaning against a tree with his eyes closed in rest.

If Han Yuan were here, he would have realized.

These three were the very same people he had encountered by chance in the ruined temple.

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