Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 353: To a new Beginning.
Seven Days Later π§πβ―ππππππ°π·π¦π.πΈβ΄π
Seated inside the Sky Track Runner, a subtle tense atmosphere hung in the air.
In a particular carriage, five Half-Step Nascent Powerhouses regarded one another with faces filled with strained anticipation.
"Broken Blade, do you know where weβre headed?" the Huang clan ancestor asked in a low voice.
Listening to her question, everyone turned toward him, their eyes filled with curiosity.
"I donβt know," Broken Blade replied, shaking his head. "We just have to wait and see."
"Why are you worrying about where weβre going?" the Qiu clan First Ancestor snorted. "Weβre here. Why are you old bones behaving like kids?"
The Huang Ancestor and the Vermilion Fist Ancestor wore wry smiles. How could they not be curious?
They had been dragged along on this impromptu journey with no details.
They only knew this was a chance they should never miss.
If not for their trust in the Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor and Broken Blade, they wouldnβt have dared to embark on such a risky journey.
The Vermilion Fist Sect Ancestor wore a grave expression. "Why canβt our soul sense leave this carriage?" he asked.
He had probed continually to see beyond the Sky Track Runner, but each probe failed.
The Qiu clan First Ancestor grew slightly furious. "Weβve told you to remain calm and not to attempt anything. So why are you probing?"
"What? We canβt even use our soul sense?" the Vermillion Fist Sect Ancestor frowned, looking at the others with doubt.
Before the situation could escalate, the Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor stepped in.
"You all know the rules before embarking on this journey." His voice was calm, but everyone could hear the solemnity in it.
"I advise everyone to calm down. Remember, you donβt want to miss this opportunity."
"As for the opportunity, when it is time you will find out. So keep quiet or return to your room."
His tone left no room for argument.
Mo Jian watched everything on the screen with an expression as calm as ever.
He did not find their reaction strange. This was to be expected of them.
Unlike Broken Blade, the Qiu clan First Ancestor, and the Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor who knew where they were going.
The other two ancestors were running blind.
And it was only a matter of time before everything became clear.
He shifted his gaze to another screen, and everything was going according to plan.
So he shifted his gaze from the display screen and looked outside the Sky Track Runner.
The tunnel blurred with breathtaking speed.
Everything was swallowed by darkness, refusing to reveal where they were or which direction they were going.
For three days, the Sky Track Runner sped forward at a dazzling pace, leaving no sound in its wake.
Those inside settled into a peculiar quiet; the Sky Track Runner contained everything they needed.
For cultivators, this was no different from a vacation.
In the common carriage, which served as a restaurant and relaxation center for everyone, Peak Golden Core Experts discussed various topics.
Even the Core Refining Warrior Mo Jian had decided to bring along company and was enjoying himself.
Just then, Mo Jianβs voice echoed throughout the carriages.
Hearing his voice, everyone furrowed their brows and began to move. Quickly, the common hall filled with people.
They formed smaller groups according to their clans and sects.
The Thousand Wealth Chamber boasted the largest group. They stood tall and silent, barely speaking.
The five powerhouse seniors remained at the center of attention, the air around them thick with tension.
A heavy silence fell over the hall, every observer worn by confusion and curiosity.
Had the ancestors been summoned as well? T
his alone suggested the meeting was of great importance.
Swoosh! The inner door hissed open, and Mo Jian stepped out.
"Young Master..." they called respectfully. Even the ancestors could not help but address him with deference.
"I wonβt take up anyoneβs time," Mo Jian said, his voice calm but filled with gravity.
"We will soon reach our destination. I hope everyone will follow the instructions given before our departure."
"Be prepared for anything. We donβt know what to expect, so we must be prepared."
"All expensive silk robes must be discarded, and spatial pouches must be hidden," he added with a stern voice.
"Thatβs all. When we arrive, Iβll let you all know."
With that, he departed.
For a moment, the hall was quiet. The five powerhouses exchanged glances and then followed suit, signaling their people to follow.
At the VIP area, Mo Jian held a meeting with his close confidants.
"Young Master, weβre prepared," Elder Bai Deln said with a solemn tone.
"Good. This is our only chance. There canβt be any mistakes." Mo Jian nodded. "Elder Li Huang, how is the pill refining?"
"Young Master, itβs all done," Elder Li Huang replied.
"Good. Now, we wait." Mo Jian said, turning to look outside. His heart pounded with anticipation.
Two days later, the Sky Track Runner began to slow down.
Everyone inside held their breath, their faces etched with curiosity and anticipation.
The five powerhouses had come to meet Mo Jian.
"Seniors, when we are out, I will signal to use your soul sense to check our surroundings. You must do so carefully. We donβt want to be detected on our arrival."
"Young Master, donβt worry. You can trust us." The Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor, now dressed in beggarβs cloth, replied.
"Very well." Mo Jian nodded and walked toward the exit.
Hiss!
The door hissed open, and Mo Jian stepped into the dark tunnel.
Behind him, the five ancestors looked around with confusion, shock, and disbelief.
Some even had their jaws dropped.
They could already sense the high spiritual energy in the atmosphere.
Broken Blade, the Qiu clan First Ancestor, and the Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor exchanged subtle glances.
"This is it..."
They had finally left the continent.
"Letβs go," Mo Jian commanded.
With their hearts pounding, they followed him.
They moved with careful, deliberate steps through the narrow cave passage upward.
When they were close to the surface, Mo Jian looked at the five seniors.
Instantly, each released their soul sense to scan their surroundings.
"Young Master, there is no problem," Broken Blade responded.
"Good. Seniors, please go to the surface and secure the area."
They nodded and walked out of the cave.
Outside, thick trees stood tall, scattered across the landscape. Beast howls echoed in the distance.
Quickly, those inside the Sky Track Runner were led to the surface. Everyone wore disguises, appearing as beggars.
Mo Jian observed silently as everything had already been planned.
He did not speak; instead, he moved in a predetermined direction.
Beside him were Broken Blade and members from the Dust Valley Sect and the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
Thirty minutes after his departure, the Vermilion Fist Sect Ancestor led the second group, following Mo Jianβs trail.
In the same manner, each group followed thirty minutes later, each group led by a Half-Step Nascent Soul Senior.
Mo Jian and his entourage proceeded through the forest with caution.
They confronted a few low-tier beasts, but they were quickly handled.
Two hours later, they emerged from the forest and glimpsed a small town in the distance.
The group halted briefly, and Mo Jian announced,
"To a new beginning."
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AN:
This is the end of the first volume.
