The Ancient Zombie Emperor

Xiao Mu stepped onto the snow on top of the ground. Carrying the Asura Demon Sword s and the ancient sword-drinking blood s on his back, he wore a thin set of clothes sticking to his skin. A white deer let out a miserable wuwu sound as it was slashed on the neck by Xiao Mu.

Afterwards, the Asura Beast Fire appeared with a pu sound, and released a blazing aura, dispersing the chilliness of winter. Xiao Mu roasted the white deer with fire. Moments later, a fragrant scent wafted through the air, making people salivate.

Xiao Mu didn't care about his image and started to gorge himself. After spitting out the bones on the ground, he rubbed his stomach and took a deep breath with satisfaction.

Afterwards, he travelled through the night and the stars. Spiritual energy permeated through his feet as he ran through the world of ice and snow.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. Xiao Mu left the Northern Frontier Divine Province and arrived at its center. Different from the three rivers of Spirit Mist, Spirit God, and Spirit Ginger that were used to nurture the spirit energy of heaven and earth in Northern Frontier Divine Province, the whole land of the Nantu Divine Land was filled with thousands upon thousands of tall mountains.

Xiao Mu could clearly feel that the concentrated spirit energy of the heaven and earth was birthed from these mountains. In other words, the Nantu Divine Land had many spirit mountains and spirit veins. All kinds of towering giant mountains towered above the clouds, dividing the land into different topography and regions.

What Xiao Mu saw on the way opened his eyes.

Finally, on the fourth day, a small mountain town appeared before Xiao Mu's eyes. Da Fei, Xiao Wan, Xiao Tai, who had been sleeping lazily, the three little gluttons woke up as well.

Xiao Mu's heart shivered, he did not expect that a random mountain town would have Martial Master Expert, who was even more terrifying than them.

In the town, there were many people going back and forth, all of them gathered at martial cultivation, with young men and women taking up the majority of the situation.

When they saw that Xiao Mu had arrived, the group of youths raised their head to look at him before continuing with their own matters.

"Boss, give me a pot of good tea and two taels of beef." Xiao Mu casually found a spot on one of the stalls and sat down.

Not long after, a pot of tea and cut beef was served.

"Tsk tsk, it's really rare to see a physical training in this era." Suddenly, a vendor three meters away from Xiao Mu exclaimed.

Xiao Mu was stunned, from the moment he entered the mountain village, he saw many people looking at him in surprise.

"Look at little brother, wearing tight clothes and carrying an iron sword on his back. He has strong muscles and bones, and in my opinion, he must be a physical training who has cultivated bitterly for at least ten years."

"I never thought that there would be such a martial cultivation in this day and age, specialized in training the body, supported by the spirit energy of heaven and earth, to refine the flesh, blood, and bones." I never thought that there would be a martial cultivation in this age, specialized in training the body, supported by the spirit energy of nature, to temper the flesh, blood, and bones.

"But right now, spiritual cultivation is the mainstream of martial arts. This kind of cultivation method that has been overshadowed by history, it's hard to reach a higher level in the end!"

The group of young men and women were pointing and talking at Xiao Mu. Although their voices were soft, with Xiao Mu's hearing, he could hear them clearly.

Xiao Mu had a startled expression. When did he become a physical training in the eyes of others? He had heard of this kind of martial cultivation before, and he understood the difficulty of cultivating it in a handwritten letter. In the current world, it was no longer the golden age of physical martial skills. The physical training's method of refinement was seriously lacking, and many physical martial artists would have to spend their entire lives to not have any achievements.

However, it was rumored that 50,000 years ago, during the Golden Age, when body martial arts were prevalent, the Skypiercing Continent ran amok.

Xiao Mu allowed the others to speak and continued to eat.

Just at this moment, a fragrant wind blew and a slender, beautiful, and elegant woman dressed in a long white dress, with flawless white legs, walked over leisurely. After she glanced over the crowd, she sat down in front of Xiao Mu.

It had to be said that this white-clothed young girl's aura was ethereal and had an elegant aura. The moment she appeared, she attracted quite a few gazes. Some of the youths' eyes immediately lit up, and looked at Xiao Mu with some jealousy.

"Do you mind if I stay here?" The white-robed maiden laughed.

Xiao Mu lifted his head, glanced at the white-clothed girl, and merely flashed a look of amazement in his eyes, as he lightly said, "Up to you."

It was not like he had never seen beautiful women before. Compared to Dai Jin and Du Qian, this young lady could only be considered to be a top-notch beauty.

She had always been very confident in her appearance. In addition to her elegant temperament, she had left the group of young girls far in the distance when she was her age. She hadn't expected that someone of her age would only glance at her.

Involuntarily, the girl in white was a little interested in Xiao Mu and stared at him for a moment.

"A woman, the bane of women." If looks could kill, Xiao Mu would have died a hundred times over already. But now, even if it wasn't for the fact that he was facing Yun Che head on.

The white-clothed female's voice was pleasant to the ears, sounding as if it had come from heaven. "Hello, I'm Zhao Qing. You're also a martial cultivation participating in this year's Four Great Academies' recruitment?"

Xiao Mu's heart was stumped, as he did not quite understand what was going on.

"Hu, hu …" The sound of a horse being hit could be heard.

In the dead of winter, a goat-faced teenager dressed in black came down from his horse. He came up to the stall and ordered, "Waiter, bring me a pot of good wine."

The goatee teenager's eyes swept around the girl in white. His eyes lit up as he laughed: "Miss Zhao, we are really fated to meet."

"Destined? Why wouldn't I be able to do that?" Zhao Qing didn't like the black-clothed youth at all, and said with a cold face.

The black-robed youth was not angry, but his eyes focused. When he looked at Xiao Mu, his face darkened, and he asked with a very unfriendly tone: "And who are you?"

"If you know what's good for you, hurry up and f * ck off. Your position is mine now." The black-robed youth scolded Xiao Mu.

The young men and women around him turned their heads in unison, as if they were waiting to watch a show. The owner of the booth was panicking a little. He was at a loss of what to do. After all, he was in charge of a small business. If the fight really broke out, he could only cry.

Xiao Mu turned a deaf ear to him and treated the black-robed youth like air. He continued to drink his tea with a calm and composed expression. A small Seventh Order Warrior was hooting in front of him. This kind of clown was something he did not take seriously.

Seeing Xiao Mu being so indifferent, the youth in black felt his face sweeping across the floor as he said angrily: "I told you to scram, did you hear me?"

Finally, Xiao Mu responded. Lifting his head, he glanced at him and coldly said, "Are you an idiot?"