Chapter 403: Chapter 404: Fellow Daoist, Have a Huazi
“Lord Xiong, how about it, the boys from my fourth battlefield, did they perform to your satisfaction?”

Cai Kunxu asked with a chuckle.

“May I ask Lord Cai, what exactly is in the mouths of these cultivators? It seems that they can resist the influence of the Flesh Mountain on their minds.”

Xiong Da, being a high-level expert of the Mahayana Realm, immediately recognized the reliance of the cultivators below; it was because of the object in their mouths that they could fearlessly withstand the invasion of the Flesh Mountain.

“Heh, this object is called Huazi. Indeed, this is the handiwork of Young Master Li. A trifling treasure he handed out has resolved the urgent needs of the borderlands. I just didn’t expect that such a personage would be actively passed over by Lord Xiong.”

A playful look flashed in the eyes of Cai Kunxu as he spoke with pointed meaning.

“This is a treasure given by Senior Li?”

Xiong Da was slightly stunned. These days, he had not taken the initiative to contact Li Xiaobai to report on the situation of the Dry Flame Saint Child, so the latter presumably took him out of the game by default. Now, everyone in the fourth battlefield had a Huazi, whereas on his side, apart from the oral promise of the Dry Flame Saint Child, there were no other benefits.

By comparison, he did regret it a little, but it wasn’t a major problem. As long as he sold out the Dry Flame Saint Child, maybe the senior big shot would come to appreciate him again.

“Yes, recently Senior Li has indeed put in a great effort below the Holy City. In just a few days, the Holy City has been transformed into a place more prosperous than the fourth city. I believe it won’t be long before the four cities of the borderland will regard the Holy City with the highest respect.”

Cai Kunxu spoke with a nonchalant expression.

“Lord Cai might be overstating it. No matter how much the Holy City undergoes change, its insufficient foundation will ultimately be a shortcoming. How can it possibly be compared with the other battlefields?”

“This object called Huazi does indeed have some magical effects, able to allow cultivators to resist the mental erosion of the Flesh Mountain, but I fear its side effects are also significant, right?”

Elder Ji’s voice drifted over from the void. He had seen that strangely dressed troop from afar.

For the opinions of Cai Kunxu, he had outright disdain. He had seen the state of the Holy City in the previous few days; it was in the utmost decline and desolation.

In just a few short days, even if the Holy City could change, how much could it really transform?

Ultimately, it was merely psychological warfare from Cai Kunxu. Perhaps he was speaking on behalf of Li Xiaobai, with the goal of pulling Xiong Da into the Holy City’s faction, kicking him and the Fire Qiling Saint Child out of the game.

“Why is Elder Ji free to make such idle talk? Because of your one sentence, who knows how many cultivators buried themselves here; how do you feel about this, Elder Ji?”

Cai Kunxu coldly glanced at Elder Ji. This old guy was clearly a sly one, revealing himself immediately when he saw the potential alliance between himself and Xiong Da, truly nauseating.

“Sorry, Lord Xiong. After you left, I couldn’t stand the endless emergence of the Flesh Mountains, so I charged into the deep parts of the borderlands on a killing spree. I thought Flesh Mountains wouldn’t appear for a while, but I didn’t expect their movements to be so swift!”

“I am ashamed in the face of the borderland cultivators!”

Elder Ji showed a sorrowful expression, speaking with great sadness.

“So that’s what happened. Elder Ji need not blame himself. No one could have expected the Flesh Mountains within the borderland to act so quickly. We have all been negligent.”

On hearing this, Xiong Da’s expression also eased a bit. He had thought Elder Ji was just neglecting his duty, never expecting that the other party had actually fought deep into the borderland. In this way, he had no grounds to criticize him.

“Since Elder Ji has already fought hard, it’s time to rest and recover. Let’s see how the boys from my fourth battlefield fare in securing victory!”

Cai Kunxu inwardly sneered nonstop. Elder Ji’s words sounded so genuine that Xiong Da was immediately framed by them. He was not a fool like Xiong Da, who could be led by the nose with just a few words.

This old man looked composed, with a face relaxed to the extreme, and his clothes were bright and clean, neat and tidy—at first glance, he seemed to have leisurely strolled here, displaying no signs of having had a bitter battle in the depths of the borderland.

Besides, even if he truly ventured deep into the borderlands, with his abilities, it wasn’t certain he could return.

“This old man will wait and see.”

Elder Ji said with an indifferent expression, speaking slowly.

In the midst of the battlefield, countless cultivators lost themselves within it, ceaselessly hacking at each other, slaughtering one another.

“Die!”

“Die for me!”

The cultivators went mad, suddenly launching an attack on the cultivators who had just stepped into the fourth battlefield.

But their actions were halted immediately, as Huazi sticks were placed into their mouths, emitting plumes of smoke. The cultivators’ bloodshot eyes instantly returned to normal, and their restless hearts calmed down in an instant.

Vaguely, they seemed to hear a gentle calling, “Fellow Daoists, follow the Huazi.”

After being in a daze for two seconds, they quickly came to their senses. Although they didn’t understand why they suddenly became clear-headed, the scene in front of them was still essentially Hell, and they had to get out as soon as possible.

“Over there, who are you guys? It’s dangerous here, hurry up and leave!”

“All the Flesh Mountains here possess the strength of the Transcendence Tribulation Stage. With so many gathered together, only those in the Mahayana Realm can withstand them. Hurry, leave!”

“Run with us, don’t get separated!”

The cultivators shouted toward the odd group of cultivators wearing bathrobes in the distance.

However, that group of peculiar cultivators dressed in white bathrobes didn’t seem to hear their shouts, continuing to move toward the depths of the battlefield at an unhurried pace and not deterred by the bloody fog spilling from the Flesh Mountains.

At this moment, the cultivators who had just been rescued and were frantically running outward also realized something was amiss.

“Why aren’t that group affected by the Flesh Mountain?”

“They seem quite calm, not just pretending. Look at that person; he’s so close to the Flesh Mountain yet still has the leisure to adjust his belt. They really aren’t panicking at all!”

“The Flesh Mountain couldn’t affect them; what’s going on?”

“It seems we are also not affected by the Flesh Mountain now. Is it because of this thing in our mouths?”

The cultivators noticed the small stick in their mouths. They didn’t recognize this object, but it must be because of this thing that they could withstand the invasion of the Flesh Mountain without fear.

They couldn’t help but take a puff, and in an instant, they felt refreshed, as if all their internal organs had been cleansed. Their bodies became incredibly light, and the Spiritual Platform was exceptionally clear.

All the thorny issues that had arisen on their paths of cultivation were now easily resolved.

The Spiritual Power within their Dantian surged, and there were signs of a breakthrough in their cultivation level.

“What in the world is this? It can not only resist the invasion of the Flesh Mountain on our minds but also enhance my comprehension. Just a puff, and I’m nearly breaking through!”

“It’s them; they placed it in our mouths. Those people came to save us!”

“May I ask you heroes, what is this little stick in our mouths?”