54: The potential of a heretical saint, one of the five young saints of the Southern Frontier

Several days passed, and the journey had been uneventful.

Finally, at a dim sunset, the two of them arrived at Zhenhai City, a bustling city under the rule of the Sacred Corpse Sect.

This city, home to millions of Cultivators and Mortals, was incomparably prosperous and one of the major cities in the entire Southern Border cultivation world.

The two hid at the tail end of a scattered caravan, slowly approaching the edge of the city.

The massive city walls towered into the clouds, seemingly connecting with the sky, giving people a sense of oppression and grandeur.

The ancient moss on the city walls shimmered in the sunset's afterglow, silently recounting the vicissitudes of countless histories.

At the several wide city gates, the bustling crowds surged like a tide, moving in and out, forming busy traffic lines.

Atop the towering gate tower, a bright yellow banner fluttered in the breeze, the sunset light spilling onto its silk.

The character "Dou" was written squarely on the banner, exuding a majestic Aura.

"It is actually the Dou Banner."

Tang Heng was slightly taken aback, then quickly circulated the breath-concealing Cultivation Technique within his body, steadily raising his Aura to the Eighth Level of Kai Guang Realm.

On the other side, Yao Yian was similarly guided by his Aura and revealed his cultivation level.

Although two existences at the Eighth Level of Kai Guang Realm were not overly powerful, they could not be underestimated, forcing those Cultivators who originally intended to make a profit here to be cautious and think twice.

The city of the Dou Banner allowed private fights; any grudges between Cultivators could be settled within the city.

Except for specific areas, killing Mortals and Cultivators in the city would at most result in a fine of resources.

This was also the reason why Tang Heng had to reveal a bit more of his cultivation, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Following the queue to enter the city gate, the two were blocked by a group of Sacred Corpse Sect Disciples guarding the place.

"One blood beads per day, a minimum of ten days for each entry."

Tang Heng couldn't help but be secretly shocked; the price of one blood beads per day really startled him.

One had to know that one blood beads required the sacrificial refining of five hundred Mortals or low-level Kai Guang Realm Cultivators.

Under his full-effort Cultivate, he only consumed one blood beads every seven days.

However, thinking about it, this Zhenhai City held the entrance to the Epoch Battlefield.

There were countless Opportunities and treasures; even if the price were ten times higher, there would be no lack of Cultivators entering.

In the Epoch Battlefield, which was full of infinite Opportunities, if you didn't enter, plenty of others would; the thing the cultivation world lacked the least was Cultivators.

Tang Heng respectfully handed over twenty blood beads: "This is the entry fee for the two of us for ten days."

Seeing that Tang Heng and his companion didn't waste words complaining about the price being too high.

The Sacred Corpse Sect Disciple guarding the gate nodded with satisfaction and took out two wooden plaques to hand to Tang Heng.

The streets inside the city were wide and clean, with rows of tall buildings on both sides.

Various shops, restaurants, inns, and other prosperous places stood among them, and people shuttled through the streets, all in a hurry.

In the distance, groups of Cultivators stood in the corners, casting malicious gazes this way, seemingly sizing up the two who had just stepped into the city.

"Hehe, two Seniors, please stay a moment."

Not long after the two walked into the city, a thin girl with a painted face approached.

She wore a light yellow dress, and several crooked patterns were tattooed on her cheeks.

"This junior is Fang Lianmeng."

Her voice was as crisp as a bell, carrying an undisguisable liveliness.

"Two Seniors, you must be coming to Zhenhai City for the first time, right? Lianmeng can provide you with guide services."

"Whether it is Magical Artifacts, intelligence, or secrets of various forces, Lianmeng has the best connections here."

She paused for a moment, her tone becoming more serious: "Also, I know which areas are forbidden for private fights; they are absolutely safe."

"Oh? How did you see that we are coming to Zhenhai City for the first time?"

Tang Heng frowned slightly; he thought his every word and action appeared seasoned, so why did he reveal flaws in front of her?

"This is simple."

Fang Lianmeng smiled lightly and lowered her voice: "Two Seniors did not put away the city entry tokens immediately; this is the evidence."

"It is best to put away the city entry tokens quickly; here, they only recognize the tokens, not the people."

"There are quite a few bandits in Zhenhai City."

"For Cultivators like you who have just entered the city, if you don't have a guide, I'm afraid you won't have peace."

Tang Heng thought about it carefully and realized this made sense.

Furthermore, he was truly lacking in intelligence regarding the Sacred Corpse Sect and the Epoch Battlefield.

If he could obtain more intelligence about the Epoch Battlefield before officially stepping into it, it would be all benefits and no harm to him.

"Alright, I wonder how the fee is calculated?"

He finally nodded.

A brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Fang Lianmeng's face, revealing a pair of cute little fangs.

"Lianmeng is very cheap, only two blood beads per day is enough."

"Within a day, no matter what matters the Seniors need to handle, or what questions you want to ask, tell Lianmeng, and I will try my best to help the Seniors."

Her tone was full of enthusiasm and confidence.

Tang Heng weighed it in his heart for a moment and quickly made a decision.

"Fine, lead the way, first find an inn; I still have many things to ask."

After saying this, Tang Heng threw over a cloth bag.

Fang Lianmeng took a look at the contents of the bag and immediately revealed a brilliant smile, leading the way for the two.

"Thank you, Seniors."

With the blood beads in hand, Fang Lianmeng seemed to have opened a chatterbox, continuously recounting the history of the Sacred Corpse Sect and Zhenhai City.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, the founding Old Ancestor of the Sacred Corpse Sect found the well-preserved corpse of an ancient powerhouse within the Epoch Battlefield.

After paying a huge price, a terrifying Corpse of Evil was successfully refined, possessing peerless combat power.

After more than a decade of conquest, it finally made a great name for itself in the Southern Border cultivation world, establishing the Sacred Corpse Sect's position as the hegemon of the Southern Border.

In the current Southern Border cultivation world, the top forces can generally be divided into one sect and two demonic sects.

That one sect is, of course, the Sacred Corpse Sect, and the other two demonic sects are called the Demonic Spirit Sect and the Demonic Heart Sect.

The remaining forces are all considered minor forces; not to mention the issues of their survival, they might suddenly disband at any time.

Just speaking in terms of Advanced combat power, the two demonic sects at least still have half-step Nascent Soul Old Ancestors sitting in charge.

As for those Silent Spirit Realm and Spirit Manifestation Realm Cultivators of other forces, it is already not bad if they don't sacrifice their own Disciples.

How would they have the guts to bare their fangs at the three top forces?

Therefore, after hundreds of years of operation, the Sacred Corpse Sect gradually rose in the Southern Border cultivation world, becoming the undisputed leader.

Countless Cultivators of the Evil Path and Demonic Path take pride in being able to join the Sacred Corpse Sect.

She smiled slightly, her eyes revealing pride and expectation: "And I, Fang Lianmeng, am also a Disciple of the Sacred Corpse Sect, a dignified Utility Disciple!"

"Back at that city gate, I was the boss; other brokers didn't dare to compete with me for business."

Many Prodigy Cultivators of this generation in the Southern Border cultivation world mostly come from the Sacred Corpse Sect.

Speaking of this, Tang Heng couldn't help but become a little interested.

Ever since he embarked on the path of Cultivate, he had encountered countless opponents along the way.

Let's not talk about those from further back; just take that Liu Tianxiong he met half a year ago—the other party should at least be a Genius.

Otherwise, how could he possess a series of secret techniques and force him into a desperate situation?

He could fight him to a draw, so logically speaking, he should also be considered a Genius.

It seems I, Tang Heng, am also a Genius in my own right.

"Miss Lianmeng, I wonder if you can tell me about the Prodigies of this generation, who exactly are they?"

Tang Heng couldn't help but ask.

Yao Yian also pricked up his ears from behind; clearly, he was also particularly concerned about the influential figures of this other world, and this was the perfect time for him to eavesdrop.

"Wow, it seems the Senior is someone who has been in seclusion and Cultivate diligently for a long time."

"Actually not knowing the Prodigy figures of this generation."

Fang Lianmeng pursed her lips and smiled, her tone playful.

"It is like this, there are many Prodigies of this generation in our Southern Border cultivation world, and I cannot explain them one by one."

She gently shook her finger.

"I ask the two Seniors to purchase relevant intelligence themselves when the time comes."

"Here, let me briefly tell the two Seniors about the five strongest ones; do you want to hear?"

Fang Lianmeng's mouth curled up slightly, she puffed out her chest, and glanced at the two with some arrogance.

"I would like to hear the details."

"Me too."

Fang Lianmeng nodded with satisfaction, cleared her throat, and slowly began her introduction.

In the current Southern Border cultivation world, there are five recognized super Prodigies who have the potential to reach the summit as an Evil Path Saint, known as the Five Young Saints of the Southern Border.

The five of them each have their own characteristics, and their combat power is peerless in this era.

It is also because of these unique characteristics that busybodies have given them different nicknames based on their personalities, Cultivation Techniques, and the Magical Artifacts they use.

They are: Rotten Blade Demon, Extreme Yin Daoist, Myriad Illusion Demon, Evil Star Spirit Lady, and Bewitching the Masses.

Apart from Myriad Illusion Demon and Evil Star Spirit Lady, the other three are all Disciples of the Sacred Corpse Sect and are also the three strongest.

Rotten Blade Demon is good at using blades and once single-handedly slaughtered all the Disciples in a certain Secret Realm; he is cruel by nature.

Extreme Yin Daoist is good at using Yin Thunder and Yin Fire, and has a personality of extreme vindictiveness.

Because when passing by a certain city, he heard a Cultivator make a snide remark about him, he slaughtered the one hundred thousand people in the city.

Myriad Illusion Demon is good at illusion and transformation arts, is treacherous by nature, and has many schemes; one needs to be extremely careful when encountering this person.

Evil Star Spirit Lady is good at the way of Soul control, has an incomparably powerful Divine Sense, and holds hundreds of Cultivator Puppets whose Souls have been erased.

Bewitching the Masses, the most mysterious and peculiar existence among the five, is one of the three Chief Disciples of the Sacred Corpse Sect along with Rotten Blade Demon and Extreme Yin Daoist; he is paranoid and acts extremely strangely and mysteriously.

After a brief introduction, the three finally arrived at the inn.

"Three guests, please take your seats."

In a private booth, the three took their seats.

"How about it, two Seniors, Lianmeng didn't disappoint you, right?"

"My stomach is saying it's hungry; I really want to eat something."

Tang Heng nodded; he had gained quite a bit of intelligence along the way. He beckoned for a waiter and ordered a batch of sumptuous food.

When the sumptuous dishes were placed on the table, Fang Lianmeng, after gorging herself, finally let out a satisfied belch.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Seniors; Lianmeng hasn't eaten this full in a long time."

"It's fine, there will be many things to trouble you with later."

"Lianmeng will definitely tell you everything I know."

After a short rest, Tang Heng asked about various things regarding the Epoch Battlefield, which finally concluded the questioning.

Just at this moment, a sudden commotion interrupted Tang Heng's contemplation.

"What happened?"

Inside and outside the inn, many people walked out, their faces showing curiosity.

On the wide street, it had now become somewhat oppressive due to some indescribable tense atmosphere.

The many Cultivators and Mortals on both sides stood together, their expressions solemn, and they bowed in salutation one after another.

But they saw a long procession coming from afar, and in the procession was a magnificent carriage.

Five tiger-shaped Yao Beasts held their heads high and chests out, pulling the carriage; they all exuded a fierce Aura, as if to proclaim the extraordinary status of the big shot in this procession.

Standing on the carriage were two figures.

One, wearing tight-fitting clothes and draped in a red robe, had a body as thin as a withered tree, with cheeks deeply sunken.

Two empty eye sockets looked particularly creepy, as if it were just a withered bone without any trace of life.

The other person was completely different; under his wide Daoist robe was hidden a sturdy body, with well-developed muscles and a resolute face.

Standing there, they attracted everyone's attention immediately.

However, when their gazes touched his face, everyone's mind was immediately shaken, and they hurriedly withdrew their gazes, fearing to attract the attention of this powerhouse.

He was like a towering mountain, standing in front of everyone; this was clearly a Silent Spirit Realm Cultivator.

"How could it be him..."

Tang Heng's heart jumped violently, and an unprecedented sense of oppression surged into his heart like a tide.

The procession slowly passed by, and Tang Heng dared not look too much.

He lowered his head slightly, hoping only that he looked low-key enough.

Roar, roar, roar.

The carriage slowly drove by, and the tiger-shaped Yao Beasts let out a low roar.

Vibrating the surrounding air, making all pedestrians feel an invisible deterrence.

Just at this moment, the corner of Tang Heng's eye caught the Silent Spirit Realm Cultivator seemingly turning his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

Tang Heng's heart felt as if it were tightly gripped; he almost held his breath, fearing that he would be discovered by the other party.

Fortunately, that gaze did not linger on him for too long and soon moved away.

As the carriage went further away, that suffocating sense of oppression gradually dissipated.

Tang Heng finally let out a sigh of relief, feeling that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"That was truly too dangerous."

Tang Heng rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, he did not attract the other party's attention.

On the carriage, the withered bone-like man opened his mouth slightly, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"You... what were you looking at just now?"

"Hehe, I just saw a familiar little bug."