She is Jianxiu

Chapter 1395 Zhang Erqi Steals the Horse

No river in the world is more than the Suspended River. Since then, the river has flowed across the east and west, dividing the region into two, and the north and south have become increasingly different.

The Northern Immortal Mountains are the foundation of the Daoist sects, but their abundance of talent and heroes is not merely a matter of natural resources. As the saying goes, "A land blessed with outstanding people and abundant resources," and without these natural and unfortunate opportunities, the nine major sects of today would likely not have been able to flourish. In contrast, the Southern Lands are resource-poor and lack spiritual veins, leaving cultivators with nowhere to go and no path to follow. If they cannot rise up and head north, remaining in the South and wasting their lives seems to be their predetermined fate.

Dingxian City originated in the border region, initially formed by a few wandering cultivators who had nowhere else to turn.

This is because the resources in the South are scarce and scattered, making it almost impossible to support sects with tens of thousands of disciples. Therefore, most people in this area still live in clans with one family and one surname, occupying nearby spiritual veins, mineral deposits, and other resources. Even if a great cultivator establishes a sect here, the scale will not be very large.

After all, the truly powerful ones have long since gone to the North to seek opportunities to attain enlightenment.

These rogue cultivators, though talented, lacked the means to advance further. Fortunately, they shared the same ideals and had traveled together for half their lives. Although they had encountered life-threatening situations, they had also helped each other. Two of them broke through to the External Transformation Realm and gradually gained fame in the southern region, known as the "Five Heroes of Zhangtian," which attracted many cultivators to follow them.

Unfortunately, their good fortune didn't last long. While vying for a breakthrough opportunity for their younger brother among the Five Elites, these individuals killed several other cultivators who had come for the same opportunity in order to gain the upper hand. Little did they know that among those cultivators was a direct descendant of a nearby cultivation clan, and moreover, the clan's most beloved grandson of its patriarch.

Although that patriarch was not a Grandmaster of Divine Transformation, the number of cultivators in the clan who had reached the Outer Transformation stage far exceeded that of the Five Kings. When they came seeking revenge, three of the Five Kings who had not yet broken through to the Outer Transformation stage were killed on the spot. The remaining two escaped by chance, but they were greatly frustrated by this incident. One was plagued by inner demons, and the other was filled with hatred.

Leaving aside those afflicted by inner demons, the person filled with hatred, upon returning to his homeland, took out all the wealth accumulated by the five people over the years, and painstakingly contacted old friends, gathered rogue cultivators from all over the world, and built a large city that only allowed rogue cultivators to travel to and from. Over the centuries, it has flourished and become a considerable force!

Using the resources he gained from managing the city, this man finally broke through to the Divine Realm. But when he turned around to seek revenge on the cultivation clan, he discovered that their ancestor had offended a powerful cultivator passing through the area, and the entire clan had perished overnight.

Inspired by this, the man worked even harder to cultivate. Unfortunately, the Dao of Void was so elusive that he never reached that realm until his death. Over the millennia, all that remained was the city of Dingxian.

Now, as time has passed, the story of Zhang Tian Wu Kui has long been lost to history. Who remembers it now?
The spring breeze does not know, only heaven and earth do.

A caravan of carriages and horses trod across the lush grass until they reached the vicinity of the city gate. The riders then dismounted one after another. Among the seven or eight people were men and women, all of whom appeared to be young people in their twenties or thirties. With the city gate in front of them, they wiped their sweat and finally felt at ease.

None of these individuals possessed particularly high cultivation levels; only the elder leader barely reached the Nascent Soul stage, which placed him among the top in the clan. They rarely traveled with merchant caravans. The situation had changed. After the cataclysmic rift, not only did extraterrestrial demons attack and harm people, but many evil cultivators also took advantage of the chaos to emerge, causing widespread fear and unease for nearly a century. Merchant caravans on the roads and in the skies had dwindled considerably. Their clan was not powerful, and in the past, they had to rely on the behemoth that was Dingxian City to survive. Now, with the world in decline, they couldn't afford to abandon this largest source of wealth. As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold; once this batch of spiritual herbs and minerals was sold, the clan could retreat and cultivate without worry for twenty years.

The young woman leading the group was dressed in yellow, with a bright appearance and a calm demeanor. After taking out the talisman and having it checked by the gatekeeper, she turned around and instructed her clansmen to lead their horses to the usual place to stay.

These two rock-scaled horses are mounts that have been tamed by the clan for hundreds of years, and they are not only extremely fast, but they can also sense danger and help them avoid many hidden dangers along the way. In this world, there are quite a few people who have their eyes on these two rock-scaled horses. As far as she knows, there are at least three families!
Fortunately, although the family was not powerful, they had made connections in Dingxian City early on. They only took two percent of the profits each time, which was enough to protect these things for them. It was a way to avoid disaster by spending money.

"We're about to enter the city. Keep your heads down and don't look around," the woman in yellow said in a low voice, her expression becoming meek and submissive, as if afraid of causing any trouble in the city.

A True Nascent Soul cultivator like her might have the confidence to act arrogantly within her family, but once she goes outside, especially to Dingxian City where even Void Realm experts exist, she becomes an ant that leaves no trace even after she dies. She instructs her clan members to keep their heads down when walking, precisely because she is afraid that some powerful cultivators with wicked personalities might kill someone just because they look at them too much!
However, upon entering the city this time, it seemed as if dark clouds were shrouding everything, with a persistent and oppressive atmosphere that made the woman in yellow uneasy, wondering what had happened recently.

When she arrived at the guest courtyard where they were usually settled, she found that the cultivator who had met with them before was not there. She frowned, first calling the younger generation to go in and settle in, then looking back at the two magnificent horses that were clearly dignified to the naked eye, still feeling somewhat uneasy.

At midnight, the woman in yellow standing beside the horse opened her eyes, her heart suddenly pounding wildly!
Sure enough, the two rock-scaled horses neighed loudly and broke free of their reins, leaping into the air. The woman in yellow hurriedly tried to chase after them, but a dark cloud of smoke inexplicably gathered in front of her. By the time she broke free, the two steeds had already disappeared to who-knows-where.

Her vision went black, and she thought to herself that it was all over. She then coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

The next day at noon, the woman in yellow slowly woke up amidst shouts. Looking at the panicked juniors, she gritted her teeth, composed herself, and immediately got up. Following her memory, she found a pharmacy, hurriedly went inside, and immediately saw a familiar figure, as if waiting for her, with a mysterious expression.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao!" She rushed forward, saying urgently, "Why weren't you here yesterday? My two horses—"

"Fellow Daoist Wan, don't be anxious. Have you encountered any difficulties?" Jiao Lianji narrowed his eyes and said softly, "The situation in Dingxian City has changed. Fellow Daoist, you might as well ask someone more capable to make this decision for you."

He slightly turned his body, and Wan Ruzhen saw a woman dressed in black with slightly dark skin walk out of the inner hall of the pharmacy. Although her cultivation level was similar to hers, her aura was frighteningly strong!

Who is this?