Huo Zhongguang clapped his chest, promising to fly Feng Zikang to the General's Tomb the very next day. The weapon he wielded was a serrated long saber, its cold light dazzling—certainly no ordinary artifact. “This thing took Brother Old’s savings of spirit stones to acquire.

With Martial Uncle Ye looking out for you in the future, brother, you won't suffer as much as I have…”

Feng Zikang smiled faintly. He had already managed to acquire a Dharma Weapon, Miao Yuchun’s Blazing Sun Axe, but since he couldn't use it himself, he was thinking of making a subtle move. Hearing Huo Zhongguang mention purchasing something, a sudden thought struck him.

“Martial Brother Huo, did you buy that saber at the Flying Cloud Mirage Tower?”

Huo Zhongguang paused, then chuckled. “I’m surprised at your broad knowledge, brother. Martial Uncle Ye must have mentioned the Flying Cloud Mirage Tower to you quite early on. My saber was indeed purchased there. You can’t wield artifacts yet, but if you need to buy anything else, once this matter is settled, Brother Old will take you to the Mirage Tower and help you settle the accounts!” “I’ve heard that place is magnificent and magical. Though I don’t have much to buy, I’d certainly like to see it…”

A look of longing appeared in Feng Zikang’s eyes. “That’s easy enough! When we return to the Small Bamboo Grove later, Brother Old will take you!” Huo Zhongguang laughed heartily, treating it as a minor matter.

The Flying Cloud Mirage Tower was the trading market of the Cultivation World, incredibly wondrous. According to what Ye Tiansheng had told Feng Zikang, this market was created by the divine powers of the Upper Realm. Anyone, holding a Nether Bamboo Five Realms Stone, could enter the gates of the Flying Cloud Mirage Tower anytime, no matter how far away they were, to conduct trade. This market was immensely vast yet seemed omnipresent; hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the Cultivation World could trade there simultaneously, with transactions settling without the slightest error. Anything that existed in the world, provided you could afford the price, could be purchased here. Likewise, anything could be sold, provided the price was right. No one cared who the buyer or seller actually was.

Feng Zikang had long wanted to visit this marvelous market to fence some of the items obtained from Miao Yuchun. However, he never possessed a Nether Bamboo Five Realms Stone, meaning he couldn't summon the Flying Cloud Mirage Tower. Hearing Huo Zhongguang mention buying the saber, he mused that this man had extorted quite a few spirit stones at the Songling Ancient Battlefield and must be considered wealthy among low-tier disciples. Perhaps he even possessed a Nether Bamboo Five Realms Stone for trading at the Mirage Tower. Indeed, a single inquiry confirmed it. “Then I must trouble Martial Brother!” Feng Zikang was secretly delighted. The cheap goods from Miao Yuchun in his hand were inconsequential, but as he cultivated the demonic path further, he would surely acquire many hard-to-explain treasures. Becoming familiar with this fencing venue sooner rather than later was a good thing.

As they chatted and laughed, they reached the outskirts of the General’s Tomb again. Huo Zhongguang brought Feng Zikang down gracefully and swaggered straight toward the entrance. Having broken through to the Ninth Layer of Qi Drawing, the Ghost Generals guarding the perimeter of the General’s Tomb were beneath his notice. “Halt!”

A sharp shout suddenly cut through the air from ahead, a streak of sword energy slicing across the ground before the two of them, drawing a distinct line! “Disciples of Sunset Peak are here! All unauthorized personnel must not enter!” Huo Zhongguang was startled, but the other party’s arrogance displeased him. He asked in a low voice.

“Which Martial Brother from Sunset Peak is here? Old Huo, serving under Elder Wu Xuan, is here on business. Don't cause trouble where it’s not needed!” He was originally a disciple of Sunset Peak too. Although his master died early and he had a poor relationship with the disciples led by Liang Si’an, they were still his own people, technically. Upon hearing his response, several figures rushed out of the woods ahead. The leading disciple of Sunset Peak had a distinctly sour and sharp expression, his eyes slanting sideways as he coldly regarded Huo Zhongguang. “Martial Brother Huo, what pleasure brings you here?

This area is reserved by Sunset Peak disciples. If there’s no other business, please turn back!” “You insolent little Gao!” Huo Zhongguang exploded in rage.

The lineage of disciples under Liang Si’an from Sunset Peak were the most arrogant. Although General Lu was gone now, he was still a disciple of the main sect, and under Liang Si’an’s consolidation, they formed an iron bloc, possessing the strongest influence among the third-generation disciples. Huo Zhongguang hadn’t wanted a direct confrontation;

exchanging pleasantries would have sufficed, as he wasn’t there to snatch Soul Fire Orbs anyway. He assumed the Sunset Peak disciples were merely claiming the area to kill Ghost Generals, which happened now and then;

the sect elders rarely intervened, so he naturally had no intention of interfering. But while he didn't mind others disrespecting him, the leader of this group, Little Gao, had once been his friend when Huo Zhongguang was still within Sunset Peak. He had taken Little Gao in and nurtured him when the junior was new and ignorant. Now that he had latched onto the powerful backer Liang Si’an, had he forgotten his roots?

How could he not be furious? His face darkened immediately, and he let out a cold snort. “Am I not a disciple of Sunset Peak?” “Oh, I almost forgot!” Little Gao brought a hand to his forehead, a strange smile twisting his lips. “So Martial Brother Huo is also a disciple of Sunset Peak. I thought since Martial Brother Huo controlled the Ancient Battlefield's authority, you’d long since established your own faction and founded your own sect… turns out you’re still just an errand boy?”

“You…” Little Gao’s words were cutting. Huo Zhongguang overseeing the Ancient Battlefield was tantamount to exile; the talk of founding a sect or establishing a separate lineage was every word a spear thrusting into his heart.

Although Huo Zhongguang’s cultivation was higher than theirs, in the eyes of these younger disciples, this marginalized senior brother had long become a good-for-nothing. Usually, when they extorted spirit stones, he dared not refuse, truly a soft persimmon they could squeeze at will. Today, who knew what spirit possessed him—not only did he dare to interfere with the First Martial Brother’s business, but his tone was so stiff! Little Gao naturally didn't spare any effort in putting him in his place!

The assembled Sunset Peak disciples burst into laughter.

Huo Zhongguang’s face flushed the color of liver, and he threw a punch straight at Little Gao’s face. “Ouch!” Huo Zhongguang was now at the Ninth Layer of Qi Drawing. Aside from a few elites like Liang Si’an and Luo Lianxin, he was considered one of the best among the third-generation disciples. This punch, born of sudden rage, was both swift and brutal. Little Gao couldn't possibly evade it and was immediately smacked, his face bloodied, stumbling onto the ground. The crowd started shouting, many drawing their weapons. “Martial Brother Huo, Sunset Peak disciples have important business here. First Martial Brother Liang is inside the General’s Tomb.

If you’ve come here to cause trouble, you should weigh your significance!” If they had said this from the start, perhaps Huo Zhongguang would have hesitated and might have persuaded Feng Zikang to return tomorrow, considering Liang Si’an’s deep background and power.

It wasn't worth being the first bird to jump out and fight him, no matter how much he disliked the situation. But at this point, Huo Zhongguang was utterly enraged by Little Gao and cared little for such considerations. Having advanced just yesterday, he felt he had found the path to Foundation Establishment, and the flickering flame of hope within him was now burning fiercely. This was the height of his ambition; he cared nothing for the First or Second Martial Brother!

“I, Old Huo, also have important business here! We are both disciples of Sunset Peak, does one truly rank higher than the other?! Move aside!”

Feng Zikang stood behind with his hands clasped, a cold smile playing on his lips, not uttering a single word. Most of these Sunset Peak disciples were around the Fourth or Fifth Layer of Qi Drawing.

His own cultivation was insignificant in the context of these senior brothers’ squabble. Instead, he watched leisurely as Huo Zhongguang showcased his might, disciplining this pack of unworthy junior brothers.

Huo Zhongguang had been ostracized by Liang Si’an’s faction within Sunset Peak and had bottled up his resentment for ages. Previously, when General Lu was around and he was a good-for-nothing with no hope of Foundation Establishment, he dared not vent his anger. Today, the situation was different: General Lu was dead, Liang Si’an’s position in Sunset Peak was not unshakeable, and he had obtained a secret technique, breaking through to the Ninth Layer of Qi Drawing, greatly increasing his chances of Foundation Establishment. His spirit was naturally different. Stirred up by Little Gao today, Huo Zhongguang showed no mercy in his attack. Those several disciples at the Sixth Layer of Qi Drawing were knocked off their feet, crying and howling pitifully.

Huo Zhongguang roared with laughter, stepping on Little Gao’s head, about to deliver a tirade of ridicule, when he suddenly heard a deafening roar, and a black shadow shot towards them like lightning! “This fiend has actually broken through the Five Prisons Demon-Subduing Array! Little Gao, it is at its limit! Net it! Stop it for me!”