Xu Mu briefly scrolled through the text messages.
"Xu Mu, I'm begging you, pick up the phone."
"About what I said during the day, will you still help me?"
"Fine, free it is!"
...
From these texts, Xu Mu could tell that her current situation was becoming increasingly dangerous.
However, none of this had anything to do with Xu Mu.
He put his phone away and looked around. Aside from the Cleaners, there were also quite a few sect experts present.
Spreading out his perception and listening closely, the idle chatter of the people around him all drifted into Xu Mu's ears.
He had a general idea of why these people were here.
First of all, Chi Ting had previously allied with the Immortality Research Institute and killed a great number of sect experts.
These people were here for revenge.
Secondly, the Valley of Ten Thousand Races had existed for a very long time, and the descendants of Yan and Huang had never completely wiped them out.
Many of the races inside still retained ancient legacies.
To put it bluntly, these people came here to try their luck.
Led by Jiang Huihui, Xu Mu and the others all headed toward a parasol not far away.
A bald old man wearing reading glasses and holding a thermos was sitting there, listening to traditional opera.
"Old Man Wei, what a refined mood."
Jiang Huihui walked over with a smile and greeted him.
Ever since she could remember, she had often seen Wei Jingzhi. This old man had a great temper and never got angry with her.
Later, when she became a Cleaner, she asked Jiang Sheng about Wei Jingzhi.
She learned that in his youth, Wei Jingzhi couldn't be considered a genius, but he worked incredibly hard.
His efforts far exceeded those of ordinary people.
He was a late bloomer. It wasn't until he was in his forties and fifties that his past efforts finally paid off.
Compared to him, Jiang Sheng had been exceptionally gifted in his youth.
However, both men shared a love for calligraphy and painting.
In his younger days, Jiang Sheng had never looked down on the averagely talented Wei Jingzhi.
Even after Wei Jingzhi surpassed Jiang Sheng, the two still maintained a deep friendship.
"Greetings, Senior Wei."
Ji Xun and the other Cleaners respectfully greeted him one after another.
Xu Mu and Chen Xuan also followed suit.
Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo, however, followed behind Xu Mu without saying a word.
Their eyes were only on Xu Mu, and they cared little for anyone else.
"Hehe, you guys are here too?"
Wei Jingzhi held his thermos and looked at Xu Mu and the group.
"Since you're here holding down the fort, I brought a few friends wanting to go in and gain some experience," Xu Mu said with a smile.
"How is your old man doing lately?" Wei Jingzhi unscrewed his thermos and asked with a smile. "He's starting to glow with a second youth, isn't he?"
"The company has indeed been developing well recently; he's even started to be a hands-off boss." Xu Mu smiled and cupped his hands. "I must thank you for that, Senior."
"It has nothing to do with me." Wei Jingzhi took a sip of his goji berry water. "You guys go on in. Even though there are two high-level Cleaners inside, you still need to be careful. Those patriarchs of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races are not simple. The fact that they haven't surrendered yet proves they have something to rely on."
Xu Mu and the others nodded slightly, following the crowd into the distant ruins.
Just as everyone entered, they noticed several large loudspeakers at the entrance of the ruins, broadcasting a recording toward the interior.
Xu Mu listened briefly. It turned out to be psychological warfare, telling the members of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races that this incident had nothing to do with them.
It was all because the few patriarchs of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races disregarded the lives of others for their own selfish interests.
The loudspeakers announced very clearly that as long as these ordinary members came over and surrendered, their lives would be spared.
But the loudspeakers seemed to have been blaring here for quite some time, and not a single person from inside had come over to surrender.
Xu Mu didn't even need to think to know that those people were being threatened.
If they hadn't been controlled, someone as afraid of death as Shi Fumeng would definitely have been the first to rush out.
Xu Mu looked around. Many sect experts, as well as mid-level Cleaners, had already ventured deep into the ruins.
The few of them stood on a hilltop, gazing at the thick fog in the distance.
"That should be an array. I think you guys should keep a low profile and just operate around the periphery of the array." Xu Mu looked at Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo beside him.
"Are you going in, brother?" Dai Xingluo linked her arm with Xu Mu's.
"Yes, both Old Chen and I are at the Grandmaster realm. By comparison, we are more capable of protecting ourselves." Xu Mu nodded.
"Brother Mu, if you always protect us so well, how are we ever supposed to improve?" Meng Wanyue looked up at Xu Mu. "We all want to do something for you. Besides, our combat skills aren't weak."
"Sister Wanyue is finally talking sense. It's not like we are like Feng Yue, having to cultivate from scratch," Dai Xingluo also laughed from the side.
Xu Mu hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. These two were his key targets for improvement.
If he kept protecting them in a greenhouse, when would they ever be able to stand on their own?
Not to mention, Xu Mu had also given them quite a few powerful cultivation methods, so they definitely wouldn't be in danger that easily.
Jiang Huihui said calmly, "Don't worry, there are high-level Cleaners overseeing the inside. If you really encounter danger, just run toward the high-level Cleaners."
Xu Mu nodded slightly.
The group ventured deeper together and finally arrived before the thick white fog. From here, it was impossible to see what was going on inside.
Through his perception, Xu Mu found that he was equally unable to probe the situation inside.
"Let's go in. Prioritize keeping yourselves alive; fighting comes second," Xu Mu said to the people beside him.
Everyone agreed and stepped into the thick white fog together.
After walking nearly three or four meters through the thick fog, Xu Mu pierced through it and found himself in a mountain forest.
At the top of the distant mountain peaks, a great number of buildings could be seen.
These buildings varied in shape and had completely different styles. It seemed that each race had its own traditional architecture.
Using his perception to check for his companions around him, Xu Mu found that there was no one else. It seemed to be another similar array.
Upon entering, it would randomly place people in different locations.
Suddenly, a violent tremor occurred in the distance. Through his perception, Xu Mu discovered that the combat zone was beyond his perceptive range.
So he quickly moved closer in that direction. After running for nearly a kilometer, the distant battle finally unfolded before his eyes.
Upon seeing it, Xu Mu's face filled with solemnity. One of the parties involved in the battle was a mid-level Cleaner.
And the other person was a pale-faced bald man.
Previously in that Inner Realm, Xu Mu had seen these people; they were all Wang Hun's experimental subjects.
He didn't expect to find them here too.
At this moment, the mid-level Cleaner was gradually losing ground, mainly because these bald men had overly powerful physiques and were completely tanking the attacks head-on.
Xu Mu decided to go over and help, hurrying toward that direction.
Right at this moment, a figure in a black robe blocked Xu Mu's path.
Xu Mu looked at this person. Although their face was hidden, judging from their physique, it should be a woman.
"Xu Mu, long time no see!"
This black-robed person took off her hood, revealing a head of red hair.
In the whites of her eyes, there were golden gears slowly turning.
"Tong Guoguo?"
Xu Mu's face was full of surprise. Then he said, "These bald experimental subjects must all originate from you, right? How truly great of you."

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