It was late at night.

Mu Haotian looked up at the sky.

It's pitch black.

The thick fog arrived as scheduled, and once again covered the top of the mountain, covering the sky.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, Mu Haotian has been waiting for three whole days!

He's waiting for an evil thing.

An evil creature that ravages its neighbors and kills people.

If he succeeds in punishing evil this time, his miser master, who sees money and has an eye for money, will be able to make a fortune from the local tyrants and squires;

His two twin sisters, who were soft-voiced and soft-bodied, would also throw themselves into Senior Brother Mu's arms with their eyebrows fluttering;

He himself can also use this to become a teacher, win a lot of rewards, and raise his eyebrows among his peers.

But in Mu Haotian's opinion, none of this is important.

"Suppress the evil and sweep away the charm?"

The young man's self-deprecating words were full of bitterness, and the most domineering professional slogans gave him the most indifferent and merciless contempt and ridicule.

The real reason why he was willing to wait in the gloomy mountains and forests was:

He's still waiting for an opportunity.

An exorcist from the lower ninth rate, the opportunity for the fish to leap into the dragon gate and step into the road of cultivating immortals!

Wild countryside, cold moon and cold stars.

One man, one sword, a lonely mountain vigil.

The wind is roaring, and the night is laughing.

Everything indicates that the illusory opportunity is extremely dangerous.

However, why did the opportunity to cultivate immortals appear in such a ghostly place?

Who knows?

At least that's what Mu Haotian's heart told him.

The one that grew in his body, but it didn't seem to belong to his heart at all, and at the same time gave him a warning in friendship:

This time, maybe it will kill him!

Maybe......

Who cares?

The flamboyant and fearless young man stood quietly on the top of the mountain covered in thick fog, overlooking the black light.

The cool wind gently blows the young and handsome face. The boundless night was silently telling him something.

After a long time, Mu Haotian's eyes flashed, and he whispered to himself:

"It's coming!"