My Master Knows It All

In this oasis, there were unexpectedly giant makeshift houses, but it was unknown who built them.

Inside these houses, the lights were bright.

After being frozen for a long journey, everyone quickened their pace upon seeing these houses and hurried inside.

Cao Zhen randomly picked a house and slipped in.

As soon as he entered the room, a wave of warmth enveloped him.

This was a very simple house, looking somewhat like those dilapidated temples, but different in that there were tables and chairs here, likely brought by some cultivators.

On many of these tables, food scraps were visible.

At the center of the house was a massive stove, beside which a cultivator continuously tossed firewood into it.

Meanwhile, there were several cultivators grilling skewered meat over the flames, turning them constantly with a delicious aroma wafting through the air.

"You, throw the torches out!"

"Hurry up, throw all the torches and firewood out, you want to choke us to death?"

As soon as Cao Zhen glanced around after entering the house, dissatisfied voices rang out, and each cultivator entering had already thrown their torches outside.

After entering this dangerous place, despite their cultivation base and physical strength remaining, they became like ordinary mortals, fearing the cold, heat, choking, and even hunger.

As cultivators of the Earth Immortal Realm, they could go a month or even half a year without eating, but now, the cultivators who just entered the house were famished, and upon smelling the aroma of grilled meat, many quickly sat down and started devouring various foods.

They apparently knew about the situation here and had prepared food early.

However, these foods were already cold, and though the house was warmer than outside with a lit stove, it still remained cold, making the food even colder when taken out.

Just as Cao Zhen found a place to sit, beside him, a cultivator took a bite of a cold roasted chicken, frowned slightly, gazed at the distant stove, and stepped towards it, saying to the few by the stove, "Excuse me, may I borrow the stove for a moment to warm this chicken?"

"Warm chicken? No problem." The man responsible for roasting meat by the stove looked back at the approaching cultivator, smiled, and said, "In exchange for a thousand liang of Immortal Stone."

"What!" The man holding the cold roast chicken widened his eyes, "I'm just borrowing the stove for a moment, and you ask for a thousand liang of Immortal Stone?"

The man sitting by the stove heard this, immediately showed dissatisfaction, rubbed his ears irritably, and said, "Your voice is too loud, you're annoying me; now it's two thousand liang of Immortal Stone."

Suddenly, another person sitting by the stove spoke with a fierce laugh, "What? Unconvinced? If you're unconvinced, go outside and settle it. You can't make a move in the house; otherwise, if you destroy it, everyone has to shiver in the cold."

Cao Zhen glanced at a few people; those around the stove wore identical attire.

People from the Sect of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Clearly, their strength was formidable, occupying the best spot.

Among the Sect of Ten Thousand Beasts, two had extremely strong auras, likely from the Immortal Path Domain.

Cao Zhen looked at the food he brought, feeling a headache for a moment; he always maintained the habit of eating, so his Qiankun Bag often contained food. But in this cold weather, these foods were far less appetizing than grilled meats.

If he were in the Indestructible Period now, he wouldn't hesitate to directly tell them to move aside.

But now...

If only he brought his disciples, they could have shared a bite.

As he felt troubled, a low whistling suddenly sounded.

In the next moment, their house shattered with a bang.

An icy, bone-chilling cold wind blew in.

Not just the house he was in, but all the houses in the desert were blown apart.

The wind started!

The most dangerous sandstorm in the desert!

A terrifying tornado, swirling with countless sand particles, swept in, instantly engulfing the entire oasis.

Cao Zhen immediately circulated mana, planting his feet firmly on the ground.

In just a breath, he was caught in the tornado, the gale howling. Though unable to be swept away, the icy cold breath attacked, making him involuntarily shiver.

"Damn, encountering a sandstorm!"

"We can't stay in this area; rush through!"

"Charge through the sandstorm!"

One by one, cultivators circulated mana, rushing forward to escape this sudden sandstorm; with their cultivation, they naturally feared not the sandstorm.

But the cold breath from the tornado was unbearable.

However, in the next moment, amidst the darkness, shadows suddenly appeared from afar. They resembled humans but were clad in armor darker than night, revealing only blood-red eyes.

Moreover, they had four arms!

"Four-armed beings, it's the Night Stalker Clan!"

"Not good!"

Once these Night Stalker Clan members appeared, they didn't immediately attack but surrounded everyone, constantly adjusting their positions, seemingly waiting for something.