504: The old beggar from Anlinzhou!

Unless absolutely necessary, Nether Immortal would never want to get entangled in inexplicable Karma.

The Spirit Mountain remained, only the Cultivator in green stood there, startled and uncertain, his back drenched in cold sweat, staring blankly at the sky that had returned to calm, as if he had experienced an absurd and terrifying nightmare.

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Baihua Spirit Realm.

This Realm was not originally called by this name; it was renamed later because in this ancient Realm, there was a true Dominator Sect, Baihua Sect!

What kind of Cultivator the Sect Master of Baihua Sect truly was, few people knew now, as this person had not made a move for a very, very long time, so long that people suspected he might have already perished.

Within Baihua Sect, the heavens and earth were permeated with an intensely rich floral fragrance, and billions of exotic flowers bloomed here in vibrant, extreme splendor.

Giant vines entwined floating mountains, and streams flowing with large quantities of petals meandered through the mountains; here, Spiritual Qi was abundant and gentle, nourishing all things.

Nether Immortal's figure reappeared above a massive valley composed of countless pink and white spiritual flowers; this was Baihua Valley, the Forbidden Ground of Baihua Sect, and only the absolute high-ranking members of successive Baihua Sect generations could enter it!

Within the valley, Spiritual Qi was misty, and petals of various colors danced in the wind, like a fairy land.

Her arrival was silent and unannounced, yet it caused all the blooming spiritual flowers in the entire valley to slightly lower their buds at the same instant, as if in awe of some supreme existence.

Deep within the valley, inside an exquisite Immortal Cave entirely composed of giant flower buds, a young man dressed in a moon-white robe, with a gentle and jade-like demeanor, seemed to sense something and slowly stepped out.

His face was handsome and elegant, his eyes clear, and his aura perfectly blended with this Baihua Spirit Realm, carrying a natural affinity.

He was the second target, Lu Hao of Baihua Valley.

Nether Immortal was somewhat surprised to see that this person had already discovered her presence, and a brief investigation made it clear: this person's cultivation had already reached the Half-Immortal Realm, and he only needed to pass the Three Tribulations of Immortal Ascension to achieve the True Immortal fruit position!

Therefore, it was normal for this person to be able to discover her.

So Nether Immortal simply stopped concealing herself, revealing her figure and staring coldly at the Cultivator below.

Her Divine Thought swept silently once again; the man had originally intended to resist, but he quickly stopped helplessly under the True Immortal's pressure.

Without Immortal Ascension, one remains a Mortal, with no possibility of resistance whatsoever.

This time, her Divine Thought maintained for a longer period; this person was a Half-Immortal, and investigating him was more time-consuming and arduous, so she needed to discern more carefully.

As time passed, the man's gentle complexion turned pale, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably; Nether Immortal's expression also began to turn incredibly grim!

Her patience was being eroded little by little, and in the depths of her glass-like eyes, the disappointment grew stronger, even tinged with a hint of imperceptible frustration.

"None... Still none! Only one left, Xuantian Ancient Realm, Eastern Region, Thousand Stars State, Lu Hao!"

She no longer lingered, her figure suddenly faded, disappearing instantly.

Only the startled Lu Hao remained in Baihua Valley, staring blankly at the place where she disappeared, as if he had experienced a phantom from the Nine Netherworlds.

In the deepest part of Baihua Valley!

This place was an incredibly secret mountain cave, where the Origin Qi of heaven and earth was incredibly rich; just by staying here, even without actively Cultivating, endless Origin Qi would spontaneously surge into the Cultivator's body from all directions.

In the deepest part of the mountain cave, a Cultivator was sitting cross-legged; this Cultivator looked emaciated, with no trace of color on his face, as if his end was near, and his entire body was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if he hadn't moved for tens of thousands of years.

Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened a slit, and he mumbled hoarsely:

"Nether Immortal… What brings you to the Living Realm? And you've even found your way to my Baihua Valley, sigh… This world is getting more and more chaotic… And I don't know how well these people are prepared; if we wait any longer… This old man won't be able to hold on much longer…"

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After two consecutive failed attempts, Nether Immortal's disappointment was already very strong; she even began to doubt the accuracy of Nether Left's intelligence. If the last one was still not the Lu Hao she was searching for… a hint of violent killing intent quietly brewed in the depths of her eyes.

Nether Immortal's speed did not diminish at all, heading straight for the Xuantian Ancient Realm, and soon she saw the territory of the Xuantian Ancient Realm.

Living Realm, Xuantian Ancient Realm, Eastern Region, Anlin Province.

This was a province that had long lost its Origin; at this moment, Anlin Province was full of vitality, and the sun generously shone down, bringing warmth and life.

In a town where Mortals gathered, there was a cacophony of noise and the smell of human activity.

Along both sides of a not-so-wide but quite bustling street, shops stood in rows, and banners fluttered.

The hawkers' cries, the children's laughter, and the clatter of carriage wheels over bluestones intertwined, showcasing the beauty of life, full of vibrant vitality.

At a relatively quiet corner of the street, against a wall, a figure was lying without any regard for his appearance, with a broken, incomplete bowl in front of him; clearly, this person was an Old Beggar.

His clothes had faded to the point where their original color was unrecognizable, they were greasy and matted, emitting an unpleasant odor mixed with dust and sweat.

The Old Beggar's exposed skin looked incredibly dark and rough, covered in deep wrinkles and grime, as if he hadn't bathed in ten years.

His sparse, graying hair was tangled into a knot, clinging with many bits of grass and dust, and his face was also dirty, only his cloudy eyes occasionally opened a slit, looking at the passing pedestrians with an inexplicable gaze.

No matter how one looked at it, all of this person's possessions seemed to be just the chipped earthenware bowl in front of him, though it was currently empty.

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing a clean cotton dress, skipped by, clutching a few copper coins she had just coaxed from her mother, planning to buy a sugar figure across the street.

As she passed the Old Beggar, she paused, and her clear, large eyes reflected the pitiful figure curled up in the corner.

The little girl hesitated, looked down at the few copper coins in her hand, warmed by her grip, and finally carefully picked out the brightest and least worn one, bent down, and gently placed it into the dirty, broken bowl in front of the Old Beggar.

The crisp sound of the copper coin hitting the earthenware bowl went unnoticed in the bustling street corner.

"Grandpa, here, take it and buy some food to eat."