With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 337 - 274: You Are Dead

"Qingqiu Forest..."

"No, why isn’t it here!"

"Not again... no, what am I really afraid of..."

A black-robed youth was staggering through a mountain forest.

The coolness of the forest permeated the air, and the vegetation here was clearly not ordinary.

"Who goes there! Daring to trespass in Qingqiu Forest!"

"Seeking death!"

Several figures appeared in front of the black-robed youth, closely scrutinizing him before questioning.

The next second, several blood-colored serpents burst forth violently from the young man’s back, their wild dance brought a fierce storm of blood and wind, engulfing every part of the area.

The Golden Core spun, and a massive vortex of True Essence erupted, flattening the site completely.

The intruders who suddenly emerged were reduced to dust before they could even react.

The disturbance even alerted a distant Cultivation Sect, but no one dared approach.

This was merely a small Cultivation Realm composed of several Foundation Establishment Sects; who would dare meddle in the affairs of a passing Golden Core Master.

Xiang Wuji’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands gripping his hair, already disheveled and black. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"The eighteenth one, still not..."

Xiang Wuji took a deep breath, quickly regaining his composure.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he immediately left the area.

The previously scenic forest had been completely leveled, showing no trace of its former features.

Xiang Wuji had searched eighteen Qingqiu Forests.

These Qingqiu Forests were sometimes sects, sometimes the abode of a Hidden Expert, sometimes places of special opportunities, and sometimes even special hidden forces.

But none were what Xiang Wuji needed.

.........

"Qingqiu Forest... this name isn’t all that special."

"Let me see, within the Moon Dao Super Large-scale Cultivation Realm and the surrounding sixty-nine large-scale Cultivation Realms... there are one hundred and thirty-six places recorded in our Hundred Knows Tower. Do you have any filtering criteria?"

"To the south, yes, in the south of here."

"Even then, there are still thirty-eight places."

"I want this information."

"Okay, sir, that will be nine hundred and seventy-two upper-grade Spirit Stones. Since you’re a new customer, we’ll give you a discount, nine hundred and fifty upper-grade Spirit Stones."

"......"

[Changtian Calendar Year 11499, you discovered that your vitality might be in the so-called Qingqiu Forest, you learned of thirty-eight pieces of information from Hundred Knows Tower.]

[You’ve almost exhausted your savings to buy this information, you even suspect that Hundred Knows Tower knew your net worth in advance.]

[You start searching frantically; you have a premonition that your time is running out...]

[Changtian Calendar Year 11499 December......]

............

"What is this kid afraid of..."

Beneath a thin veil, red lips moved slightly.

A pair of delicate eyebrows were furrowed.

A graceful figure was hidden high in the air, unseen by any living being.

Except for the gaze from the north.

"Luckily, I didn’t go over there; I don’t want to greet those old folks from the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance."

"This kid has clearly sensed our presence... yet he’s still afraid, afraid? That’s not like him at all..."

"So interesting, what could possibly elude the elder sister’s grasp?"

"In this land, the elder sister hasn’t lost yet."

"Is little Wuji actually scared?"

The figure strolled in the air, each step covering hundreds of miles, and on her body, nine distinct voices were chatting back and forth.

"Maybe his Bai Ze Bloodline told him something?"

"Bai Ze... something even his ancestors couldn’t see clearly, how could this young one possibly see it clearly..."

"His human race physique seems quite extraordinary as well..."

The voices drifted, gradually fading away...

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"The nineteenth one, no!"

...

"The twenty-first one, no!"

...

"The twenty-fifth! No..."

...

"The thirty-first, how is it not again!"

Xiang Wuji’s Blood Flame once again incinerated everything in the area clean.

"Senior, do you need our assistance?"

A local Foundation Establishment Cultivator timidly stepped forward, these cultivators, who were the rulers of small places, nervously yet obsequiously said.

Xiang Wuji just gave them a cold glance.

"Scram, don’t bother me."

"Yes, yes!"

These cultivators immediately rolled away in the air before hastily leaving.

Xiang Wuji didn’t choose to immediately head to the next location.

He merely landed on a nearby dangerous peak.

The sea of clouds was ethereal, infinitely beautiful.

Xiang Wuji suddenly quieted down.

He suddenly realized that the future self he had foreseen was just like now, with premonitions, searching everywhere for solutions, to no avail, and finally facing it calmly in a desolate place.

Xiang Wuji looked at the sky.

"Enough, I’ve lived freely for over two hundred years..."

"Wen Xin, ah..."

"How many years has it been since I embarked on the Immortal Path? Over 270 years..."

"Today..."

"Is the first day of my three-hundredth birthday!"

Xiang Wuji’s pupils shrank.

His heart contracted along with it.

Suddenly, the world changed color.

Xiang Wuji’s Undefeated Demon Blood suddenly began to boil intensely.

In turn, all the blood in Xiang Wuji’s body started to boil, wisps of blood-colored mist steamed from his body surface.

Xiang Wuji was instantly enveloped in the swirling blood mist.

"Suppress it!"

Xiang Wuji wasn’t overly flustered, he slightly opened his eyes, blood light scattering within the eyes.

The boiling blood throughout his body was instantly suppressed.

If it were another cultivator.