Chapter 119: It's him!

  The man who was drinking saw the woman, and his expression changed to one of surprise. He stood up, as if he wanted to say something. The woman's gaze was calm, she walked over and sat down opposite him. Her eyes scanned the area, sweeping past Su Ming who was about to leave, seemingly without paying attention.

  "Are you going?" The man seemed very nervous and didn't sit down, but said in a low voice.

  "You're not qualified, but I've managed to get you a one-day extension to prove yourself:"

  Su Ming left, and this was what he heard before he left. The two people seemed to have no intention of hiding it from him, but Su Ming didn't want to get involved in things that had nothing to do with him. Although he vaguely sensed that there was some secret between the man and the woman, this matter had nothing to do with him.

  One night without words, on the second day at dawn, Su Ming opened his eyes from meditation, tidied up his clothes and left the room. The early morning of Handan City had a thin layer of fog, walking outside was like treading on clouds and mist, with a sense of harmony and strangeness.

  After yesterday's observation and listening, Su Ming gained a deeper understanding of the city of Hua Shan. As he walked on the streets, he looked up at the city walls, which were accurately described as having four layers. He was currently in the lowest fourth layer, which also had the largest area.

  On the third floor up, only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can walk on it. If one's cultivation is not enough, they cannot step onto it. As for the second floor and even the first floor, one needs to have a certain status to enter.

  "On the first layer above, at the top of the mountain, is the Star-Picking Tower of this city. Only those who have opened their dust and become a guest family of one of the three departments can enter." Su Ming's gaze looked towards the top of the mountain city, and after a long time, he withdrew it, walking within the range of the fourth layer into a shop selling herbs.

  Su Ming didn't go to buy the herbs for refining Mountain Spirit Powder and South Departure Powder. This time, he came to this city of Yan Mountain mainly to find out if there were any maps leading to Xī Méng, as well as the herbs for refining Soul-Grabbing Powder.

  The whole morning, Su Ming went in and out of this shop, the variety of herbs was quite comprehensive, but the price was much more expensive than Feng Quan's place. Fortunately, Su Ming had enough stone coins with Fang Mu's gift.

  "The herbs for refining the Lingxian powder are still missing five...” At noon, Su Mingmu walked towards the entrance to the third layer of this city with a thoughtful expression. There was also a magnificent gate there, and inside the gate, there were dozens of people with a look of onlookers, surrounded by a faint glow.

  Su Ming saw that some of the local barbarians walked through the gate smoothly, but many others seemed to be unqualified and were bounced back when they tried to enter. Although their faces were filled with discontent, they had no choice but to give up trying and instead walked towards the crowd watching the commotion, as if they had bought something, before successfully entering the mountain gate shrouded in a faint glow.

  He observed that Su Ming lifted his foot and walked towards the mountain gate. His arrival was met with gazes from onlookers nearby. Su Ming's expression remained unchanged as he stepped into the dim light, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a repulsive force appearing out of thin air and landing on his body, as if someone had pushed him hard. He stumbled backward several steps, unable to enter.

  "Restricted cultivation at the eighth layer of coagulation...". Su Ming furrowed his brow and retreated, judging from that repulsive force, the requirements to enter this door to reach the third layer.

  "Another incompetent person who still wants to try, what about you?" A dozen or so onlookers shouted at Su Ming.

  Su Ming looked at him coldly, and the man who spoke was only a middle-aged man in the fifth layer of the Congealing Blood Realm. When he saw Su Ming's gaze, his expression turned malicious, and his eyes widened immediately, revealing a white token hanging from his waist.

  "Hey, looks like you're quite stubborn! This pass originally only required 1,000 stones, but if you want to enter the third level, it's 1,300 stones!" The middle-aged man sneered, taking out a palm-sized stone chip from his pocket and flipping it in his hand.

  Su Ming withdrew his gaze, ignoring the middle-aged man, and instead looked at the dim light of the mountain gate, taking another step forward.

  His action not only made the middle-aged man sneer, but also attracted the attention of three tribesmen who were selling the same token nearby. They all looked over and burst out laughing.

  "It's been a long time since I've seen someone like you, Fang Lin. Can't sell 1,300 stones?"

  "This guy actually let Fang Lin catch up, he made a profit, if it were me, I wouldn't sell for less than 2,000 stones, either take the offer or don't even think about entering, who let his cultivation be insufficient?"

  These dozen or so people were obviously extremely familiar with each other, and in the midst of their laughter, they had already reached a tacit understanding, no one would sell at a low price, but instead help to raise the price together.

  Their laughter also attracted the attention of people around them, especially those who could not pass through the gate, most of whom showed sympathetic expressions.

  Su Ming approached the mountain gate without entering, instead raising his right hand to press against that faint light, once again feeling that repulsive force.

  "Two thousand stones, you take out two thousand stones, and I'll sell this pass to you." The middle-aged man from Andongbu shouted loudly, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped.

  Those beside him were also shocked one by one, no longer laughing and joking, but staring blankly at the mountain gate with a look of astonishment.

  But Su Ming was standing there, motionless, his right hand pressed on the dim light. However, the dim light suddenly flashed violently and seemed to be impacted by an invisible force, causing it to cave in deeply like a pulled fabric. A large number of ripples scattered across its surface, as if it could not withstand it.

  This scene made those three tribesmen who were selling passage tokens take a deep breath, and the middle-aged man's face turned pale in an instant. They had been making a living here for many years, earning stone coins every day, and they saw too many people coming and going, so they could be said to have seen it all. However, this kind of eerie glow had appeared several dozen times before, but each time such a strange change occurred, it was always caused by a strong cultivator who had opened the Dusty Realm!

  As soon as a strong opener enters this door, the faint light will be pulled and torn apart.

  In their silence, the mountain gate in front of Su Ming suddenly appeared a crack, Su Ming slowly retracted his raised right hand and calmly took a step forward. Only after he stepped into that crack did the mountain gate's faint light gradually return to normal.

  Outside the mountain gate, there was a silence. The middle-aged man was tense and pretending to be calm. The people of the three tribes next to him were stunned for a while, and they all looked at the middle-aged man with sympathy.

  "You've asked for it... now you can take care of yourself."

  "Unexpectedly, he was actually in the Kai Chen realm. How old did he look?"

  "I've never seen this person before, and this senior just arrived in Handan City recently."

  The middle-aged man was somewhat flustered, and although he tried to calm himself down, the fear in his heart made him dare not continue selling the token. He hastily departed, feeling quite regretful in his heart. His eyes had always been accurate, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to do this line of work. Clearly, after seeing Su Ming's first failure and judging from the degree of rebound, he had guessed Su Ming's cultivation level and spoken out, but unexpectedly, he had misjudged.

  "This isn't bullying, is it? You're clearly a senior, but you've only just arrived and yet you're making things difficult for me..." The middle-aged man felt more and more wronged the more he thought about it.

  This Wu's Su Ming walked into the mountain gate and stepped into the third layer of Handan City. He looked back at the faint light inside the mountain gate, revealing a thoughtful expression.

  "With this subtle control, it's not something that can be grasped in ordinary Blood Condensation... My second time using subtle control of the blood, I simply walked in, and this faint light is different from others when they enter." Su Ming pondered as he walked forward along the mountain path, unfolding before him not far away was the second layer of Mount Hua City. The buildings inside were not too many, and there were fewer pedestrians, but every person was above the eighth layer of Blood Condensation, and even those buildings had a majestic atmosphere with a hint of pressure emanating from them.

  It's clear that there are strong people stationed in these buildings.

  Although it was noon, this place was not as noisy as the fourth floor. Su Ming walked outside these shops, and suddenly his eyes flashed, his expression revealing a hint of strangeness, but it quickly dissipated.

  This is a shop that sells materials from wild beasts, a bloody atmosphere permeates it. In the shop, an old man sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, and on his right wrist are several black bells.

  The shop wasn't big, on the right wall, a spider the size of a millstone was nailed by nine black wooden nails, this spider's body was purple, it had already died, but it had nine legs!

  The ninth leg is red in color and obviously different from the rest of its limbs.

  "This is one of the three materials for refining the Nascent Divine Pill!" Su Ming retracted his gaze and walked towards the stall.

  Just as Su Ming was about to step into the shop, the sky above Handan City suddenly changed, and the three floating clouds of fog seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, rolling and churning violently, accompanied by a low rumbling sound that reverberated through the air.

  This sudden change made the old man in the shop suddenly open his eyes, and not only him, almost everyone on this third floor was shocked, and they all looked up at the same time.

  But then the three clusters of fog churned and surged even more violently, and at the same time, in this city built around the mountain, in the Star-Picking Tower on top of the first layer, on the summit of the mountain, a bell suddenly rang out with a sense of vicissitudes, reverberating in all directions.

  The bell's sound seemed to stir up an invisible wave of sound, rolling around, not only attracting the attention of the people on the third floor, but also causing a commotion among the crowd on the fourth floor, and even the people on the second floor above were all looking over with rapt attention.

  "The bell tolls three times, someone is going to break through the Huan Shan chain!"

  "It's been a long time since anyone dared to venture into the Huan Shan chain! Those who fail usually die, but if they succeed, they can enter one of the three divisions and have one of their wishes fulfilled!"

  "The request is secondary, the most important thing is that if it succeeds, then it will definitely be treated as the top guest house by this department, and its status is far beyond what those ordinary guest houses can compare with. I even heard that this is one of the signs of Tian Han Zong's collection of disciples from the mountain city!"

  "Which tribe's life and death chain is this adventurer going to challenge?"

  Su Ming's ears were filled with the sound of discussions and debates, but then he saw a figure appear at the center of the three iron chains connecting to the mountain peak.

  "It's him!" Su Ming's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the figure, his expression contemplative.

  Three books to repay debts: The first one, Huangfu Qi's "The Great Zhou Imperial Clan", Huangfu is a good man, doesn't talk much, but he's really nice.

  The second one, Feng Ling's proud nine heavens, this guy is not a good person, just exploded ear hatred... Despise him!

  The third one, the official cake house, the cake weighs as much as my ears before I lost weight, cough, now that I've slimmed down, I can be proud.