Chapter 125 - Chapter 125: Chapter 112: Blood Refining Magic Treasure_2 (1/2)

Chapter 125: Chapter 112: Blood Refining Magic Treasure_2

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Looking into the distance, he seemed to take in everything the world had to offer.

Not long into his flight, a small black spot entered his field of vision.

Xu Mu lowered his sword, drawing ever closer.

The black spot gradually grew larger, revealing its true shape: an island lush with greenery, in the shape of a gourd.

“It seems I’m on the right path!” Xu Mu muttered to himself.

To avoid drawing attention, he retracted his aura and slowed his speed of flight.

Peep!

A clear bird cry came from his right rear.

Xu Mu turned his head to look.

A small white dot was sharply closing in, judging by its path, it was heading to

the same island.

As the white dot came closer and more into focus, Xu Mu finally recognized what it was.

It was a giant, white seagull.

A monk in a green robe sat on its back.

The man in the green robe looked middle-aged, with sunken eyes, a thin face and his cloak flapping in the wind, giving off an eerie aura.

On his back, he had a massive sword, which had snapped halfway off.

Noticing Xu Mu’s gaze on him, he also turned to look

Only then did Xu Mu notice, the man’s eyes were bloodshot, looking as if he hadn’t had rest in a long time.

The robed man expressionlessly returned Xu’s gaze, his eyes lingering momentarily on the longsword beneath Xu Mu’s feet. He then turned away, signaled the white bird, and abruptly sped up, quickly surpassing Xu Mu and flying towards the center of the island.

Xu Mu did not pursue, and as he neared the island, he sheathed his sword and descended onto the rocky edge of the island.

He looked around to ensure there was no danger before taking a long stride, covered several meters in one step, and walked towards the center of the island.

Not long after, several flashes streaked across the sky, each one carrying a swordsman.

These swordsmen appeared to be headed towards the center of the island. However, upon noticing Xu Mu on the ground, they abruptly halted, pointed their swords downward, and flew his way.

Xu Mu’s eyes glittered as he stopped in his tracks, observing the approaching figures.

They were merely Qi Cultivation Stage cultivators and posed no threat to him. The men halted a few metres in front of him, then sheathed their flying swords and slowly descended.

There were three men and two women, all dressed in fairly outdated wizard robes.

One of the cultivators, dressed in a yellowish-brown robe, stepped forward with a smile, greeting Xu Mu with a bow.

“Are you a new resident in this area?” he asked.