Seven days passed.
For seven consecutive days, Chu Fengmian didn't sleep or rest. He traveled through the Holy Land in search of spirit medicines.
The amount of spirit medicines Chu Fengmian had acquired was enough to fill half of his bag of holding. There were at least several hundred of them.
During these seven days, Chu Fengmian had a rough understanding of the general situation of the Holy Land.
The Holy Land was actually an enormous mountain range, with countless other mountains within it.
Chu Fengmian was currently in the outer region of the mountain range, and the spirit energy in the Holy Land was so dense that it came from the depths of the mountain range.
The closer one got to the depths of the mountain range, the denser the spirit energy was.
Chu Fengmian also understood why there weren't many people in the area. Most martial artists would go to the depths of the mountain range in search of the denser spirit energy.
The various good fortune in the Holy Land could only be found in the depths of the mountain range. Therefore, it was only natural that Chu Fengmian would go there.
However, ever since Chu Fengmian had arrived in the Holy Land, the Richly Lush Monument in his mind was no longer as quiet as it had been. In fact, it seemed to have awakened.
For some reason, the Rich-Lush Stele had awoken.
'Could it be that this Holy Land has something to do with Grand Emperor Rich-Lush?'
Frowning, Chu Fengmian summoned the Rich-Lush Stele.
The Rich-Lush Stele didn't want to acknowledge Chu Fengmian as its master. Given Chu Fengmian's current level of strength, there was nothing he could do about it.
However, although the Rich-Lush Stele didn't want to be controlled by Chu Fengmian, it didn't seem to have any intention of rebelling. It had always been hidden within Chu Fengmian, and if he wanted to summon it, he could do so.
As soon as the Rich-Lush Stele appeared, Chu Fengmian could sense a desire within it.
It was a desire that led Chu Fengmian to a certain direction.
It was the very center of the Holy Land, where the spirit energy was the densest.
'Just where is this Rich-Lush Stele taking me? I can't believe he woke up from his slumber. '
'The Rich-Lush Stele was personally created by Grand Emperor Rich-Lush. It must have sensed the aura of Grand Emperor Rich-Lush, which is why it woke up. This Holy Land is located in the Kingdom of Martial Victory, which means it must have something to do with Grand Emperor Rich-Lush.
"Only someone on the level of Grand Emperor Rich-Lush would be able to set up warding spells like that."
Chu Fengmian thought to himself and analyzed the situation bit by bit.
'If it really does have something to do with Grand Emperor Rich-Lush, then maybe I can use the Rich-Lush Stele to get some of the treasures in the holy land. Anything left behind by Grand Emperor Rich-Lush is nothing to take lightly. If I can get it, I'll definitely reach a new level of power.'
Chu Fengmian said coldly in his heart.
If this holy land had really been created by Grand Emperor Rich-Lush, then Chu Fengmian would most likely be the one to acquire the treasures. After all, he had the Rich-Lush Stele, which meant that he had inherited the core teachings and doctrines of Grand Emperor Rich-Lush.
Even if it weren't for Grand Emperor Rich-Lush's treasure storehouse, Chu Fengmian would still want to get his hands on some of the other treasures in this holy land. After all, the more good fortune he came across, the stronger he would become.
"Go!"
Thinking up to this point, Chu Fengmian didn't hesitate at all. His figure flickered, and he quickly ran in the direction indicated by the Abundant Lush Monument.
The mountain range seemed to stretch on endlessly. Even with Chu Fengmian's speed, it took him two hours to reach the very heart of the mountain range.
The spirit energy here was many times denser than it was on the outside. A single day of cultivation here was equivalent to a hundred days of bitter cultivation outside.
As Chu Fengmian proceeded along, he saw numerous scars left behind by martial artists who had fought with each other. There were even large craters in the ground.
It was impossible to say how many martial artists had perished in the fighting.
In this holy land, it was common for people to kill each other. The slightest disagreement could result in mutual slaughter. There were no restrictions, and everyone was free to do as they pleased.
In this holy land, the only thing that mattered was strength. If you were strong enough, you could get whatever you wanted. If you weren't strong enough, you would die.
"We found this thousand-leaf spirit grass first, Elder Brothers," Chu Fengmian said.
"Hmph! You little brats from the Institute of Martial Victory dare to oppose the Candle Flame Society? Screw off! The Candle Flame Society will take this thousand-leaf spirit grass! "
Chu Fengmian heard a voice in his ear.
Chu Fengmian furrowed his brows when he heard the voice. It was another fight.
He originally didn't want to bother with them, but one of the voices was extremely familiar to Chu Fengmian. It was someone Chu Fengmian was very familiar with. That made him move, and he still walked in the direction of the voice.
"Brat, I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and take the initiative to offer the thousand-leaf spirit grass to our Elder Brother Yan Xuan. Then, we'll let you live. Otherwise, all of you will die here today!"
Chu Fengmian glanced over and saw two groups of people standing on both sides of the thousand-leaf spirit grass. One of them was dressed in red and there were more than ten of them. They were the disciples of the Candle Flame Society that Chu Fengmian had seen before.
Yan Xuan was also among them. He was obviously the leader of this group of Candle Flame Society's disciples.
On the other side, there were four young martial artists, two males and two females. They seemed to be the disciples of the Institute of Martial Victory.
"It's them?"
Chu Fengmian was surprised when he saw the four disciples of the Institute of Martial Victory.
The four of them were the ones that Chu Fengmian had met in the Barbaric Mountain Range.
Hao Lan, Mo Changhen, Yun Jialan and Yue Zhanqing.
Chu Fengmian had teamed up with them in the Barbaric Mountain Range and obtained one of the Emperor Luan Grasses. That Emperor Luan Grasses was still lying quietly in Chu Fengmian's storage bag.
Chu Fengmian had tried to find them when he came to the Institute of Martial Victory, but he was told that they had gone to a secret place to cultivate.
He didn't expect that the four of them would come to the Sacred Ground.
The four of them had reached the Divine Sea Realm. They had great aptitude and each of them had obtained a stalk of Emperor Luan Grasses. After consuming it, their aptitude became even more terrifying.
In such a short period of time, they had already reached the Divine Sea Realm. However, it seemed that the four of them had encountered quite a bit of trouble.
"Fellow Senior Brothers of the Candle Flame Society, the Institute of Martial Victory has a good relationship with the Candle Flame Society. It's unreasonable for us to snatch it."
One of them walked out. It was Mo Changhen. He frowned as he spoke.
Mo Changhen was the strongest among the four of them. He had reached the Lv 3 Divine Sea Realm.
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