"Where is Ruan Dan?"
Facing the demoness, Fang Xi only asked one question.
Seeing the slight change in Ye Sanren’s expression, he already knew everything.
Amidst a cold laugh, the Green Barley Sword turned into a streak of flowing light, with flecks of golden light within the green sword qi roaring out, swift as lightning, shooting through Situ Qingqing’s fair neck.
However...
Not a single drop of blood flowed out.
What appeared here was actually an illusion that could deceive the eyes to perfection!
"Mr. Fang... there really is no need for us to fight to the death... On the contrary, my Situ Family is developing in the Wood Kingdom, and we could exchange information in the future."
The phantom of Situ Qingqing continued.
"Haha... You want me to collude with the Demon Path?"
Fang Xi looked disdainful.
"What is righteous, what is demonic? Even within the Mysterious Heaven Sect, aren’t there inheritances of demon skills... Moreover, the human heart is even more sinister. Knowing full well that my Situ Family, even having obtained the secrets of the Purple Dark Mountain, couldn’t challenge the Mysterious Heaven Sect’s position, they deliberately gave an excuse for the Song Family to exterminate my clan... then have my clan exhaust the Song Family... With hearts so scheming, to be played to such an extent..."
"Demon Cultivators just cultivate demon qi; the hearts of cultivators on the Righteous Path are not necessarily cleaner than those of Demon Cultivators..."
"Qingqing has said all there is to say, Mr. Fang, take care..."
After Situ Qingqing finished speaking, the phantom dispersed directly.
Meanwhile, Fang Xi watched as Ye Sanren walked away, his eyes flickering with light.
Ultimately, he sighed and sheathed the Green Barley Sword.
Even if he played all his trump cards, at most he could only hold back Ye Sanren. Situ Qingqing had long since run off somewhere unknown.
If he revealed too much of his own strength, it would not be to his advantage.
He hadn’t expected that after parting all those years ago, upon their next encounter, this woman would have also reached Foundation Establishment.
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Ling Kong Island.
Previously, Ye Sanren, disguised as ’Zhong Tianjun’, suddenly rebelled, killing the Yan Family’s ancestor Yan Wuxu and seizing the opportunity to destroy the second-tier array.
Following a spree of robbery, he left triumphantly, and none dared to stop him!
In the darkness of the night, flames soared into the sky.
"Kill!"
"Break into the Yan Family – there’s plenty of Spirit Stones to be had!"
A group of cultivation-robbers with covered faces were driving magical instruments and attacking the Yan Family’s cultivators.
In the nearby marketplace, flames also blazed as a large number of cultivation-robbers appeared.
Individual Cultivators are the foundation of the Cultivation World, and at the same time, they are the least principled group.
When order is absent, any Individual Cultivator can become a cultivation-robber!
The actions of Ye Sanren tonight undoubtedly shattered the original peaceful and stable order of Ling Kong Island!
Seeing that several major merchants’ experts were killed by ’Zhong Tianjun’ with a wave of his hand and the marketplace plunged into chaos, the individual cultivators couldn’t restrain their greed any longer. They first looted the small shops, and even for a single Spiritual Pill or magical instrument, they fought each other like wild beasts...
After looting the marketplace, they naturally turned their attention to the grand Yan Family estate.
After all, this was a Foundation Establishment Family with some heritage!
Perhaps, there were Base-building Spiritual Objects to be found!
The Yan Family was simply unlucky, having only moved here a few years ago without having built a complete defensive system. Their biggest reliance – the second-tier array – had been taken down by Zhong Tianjun.
"Break into the Yan Family – they have Foundation Establishment Pills!"
Hearing the mess of shouts from the cultivation-robbers outside, Yan Hongxue was almost in tears.
’My Yan Family has struggled from scratch; we don’t have a ghost of a Foundation Establishment Pill! Even if we did, they’d have been looted by Zhong Tianjun already!’
Thinking of that Foundation Establishment member of the Zhong Family, Yan Hongxue felt like her heart was falling into an icy abyss.
Who could have imagined that the honored guest the great-grandfather invited into the family would turn against them and start killing?
Moreover, Dragon Fish Zhong Family had no recent grudge with the Yan Family; it was truly puzzling. Was it really just for resources?
After a Foundation Establishment Family falls, can Foundation Establishment cultivators end up as cultivation-robbers too?
The moment she first saw her great-grandfather’s corpse, Yan Hongxue’s heart broke.
But the harsh reality did not allow her to break down for long.
Because not long after, that group of cultivation-robbers, like locusts, came knocking on the door!
Yan Hongxue’s tears had dried up, now she could only bleed!
"Kill!"
"Our relatives and family members are right behind us, kill these cultivation-robbers!"
Bright lights from numerous magical instruments flickered in mid-air, countless figures crisscrossing.
Some cultivators fell, turning into corpses, while others looted enough wealth and retreated.
"Anyone who offends the Yan Family, die!"
Amidst shouts, Yan Hongxue saw her great-uncle roaring with rage.
He, who was originally refined and only interested in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, suddenly had blood beads seeping out all over his body. He looked as ferocious as an Asura, using secret skills to enhance his strength, and perished alongside two Qi Refining late-stage masters.
"Kill, kill the thieves!"
And there was the third uncle, a family elder who normally wore a stern face. He took out a second-tier talisman and turned it into a flaming golden sword that swept past the neck of the lead bandit of the cultivation-robbers.
"Ah... the boss is dead..."
"Kill him, avenge the boss!"
The remaining cultivation-robbers rushed forward en masse, and several magical instruments pierced through the third uncle’s body.
...
By the time the morning light faintly spread, and the sky gradually brightened.
Yan Hongxue’s body was already dyed red with fresh blood, holding a spiky fishing net instrument in her hands, the mesh filled with traces of various shredded flesh and blood.
"Finally... they retreated."
Her voice was hoarse as she surveyed her surroundings.
The remaining cultivators of the Yan Family were less than ten, retreating to the last secret passage of the family. Inside the passage were more than a dozen trembling children—these were the Yan Family’s children with Spiritual Roots, their future hope!
"Wuwu... They’re all dead!"
A youth looked at the Yan family mansion, turned into purgatory, and suddenly burst into loud crying: "Uncle Eight, Uncle Thirteen, as well as Cousin Fu, Cousin Wenjian... Little Sister Ling... all dead..."
Yan Hongxue wiped the fresh blood on her face. She could no longer cry, her face showing a fierce determination: "This is all Zhong Tianjun’s fault. From today on, my Yan family and the Dragon Fish Zhong Family are irreconcilable!"
"Yes, we must report to the Upper Sect!"
The cultivators around her were seething with righteous indignation, their eyes bloodshot.
"But... but what should we do?"
A boy who looked to be around fourteen or fifteen was full of panic: "Without our ancestors, how could we possibly hold onto Ling Kong Island? Those cultivation-robbers were only after loot... But after today, who knows how many powers will target our Yan family’s Ling Kong Island... thinking of annihilating the Yan clan to monopolize this second-tier Spiritual Vein!"
"If we had known this, it would have been better to stay at Small Cold Mountain..."
Some of the family members murmured in despair, as if they were walking corpses.
"The family has already sold the Spiritual Vein of Small Cold Mountain... We can’t go back." Yan Hongxue’s rigid mind began to work: "We can’t give up Ling Kong Island; if we do, we will truly have nowhere to go! Without a home, we’ll all become Individual Cultivators. Just renting a Spirit Land will consume a lot of Spirit Stones; how can we enhance our Cultivation and seek revenge on our enemies?"
"Upper Sect... our clan doesn’t even have one Foundation Establishment Cultivator anymore... I’m afraid we’re beneath the notice of the Upper Sect."
An elder of the Yan Family, the one with the highest status present, spoke with a bitter expression: "What are we to do... The most urgent task at hand is to seek help from those three seniors under Lord Ruan... The oldest will go to Maple Leaf Island, Hongyan will go to Golden Turtle Island, and Hongxiu, you’ll go to Dragon Fish Island. Remember, make haste!"
"Dragon Fish Island?"
Yan Hongxue couldn’t help but clench her teeth in secret, recalling the young cultivator who, riding an Azure Horn Fish Dragon, intimidated Great-Grandfather into giving up the family estate.
She had originally regarded him as an enemy and had hoped that one day she could return the humiliation.
But now, she had to beg pitifully before this great enemy.
"Don’t worry, uncle, I will surely bring that Senior over, to uphold justice"
Yan Hongxue promised through gritted teeth.
"Yes, this is a matter of life and death for our Yan family. You must remember, for the sake of the family, do not spare yourself."
The white-haired uncle earnestly cautioned her, his aged appearance deeply imprinted in Yan Hongxue’s heart.
...
Dragon Fish Island.
Evergreen Pavilion.
Fang Xi secretly returned to his Dongfu and immediately went into seclusion to forge the Array Flags and Array Disks of the ’Earth-shaking Array’.
His recent outing was extremely rewarding, with Song Qing’s Storage Ring containing an abundance of spirit materials, more than enough to forge two or three sets of the ’Earth-shaking Array’.
Not only that, but also found within the Storage Ring were several precious third-tier ore stones. With a second-order top-grade Talisman Forging Master, he might even try to create a flying instrument using ’Vertical Ground Golden Light Treasure Pattern’ as the main component!
’That’s not right... I have to plant trees next; I won’t be able to go anywhere; so a flying instrument won’t be of much use...’
Playing with a newly forged earthy-yellow Array Flag in his hands, Fang Xi pondered: "Moreover, my talisman forging skills are pitifully bad; it’s better to simply observe Danya drawing talismans daily... Then, by taking advantage of this long-term cultivation seclusion, I can understand Chen Ping’s legacy of talisman arts and at least elevate my talismanic skills to a second-order top-grade level..."
Danya’s talent for drawing talismans was much better than Fang Xi’s, improved rapidly due to not sparing materials, to the point that even Fang Xi envied her.
At that moment, he took out the prohibition token of the ’Yi Wood Divine Thunder Formation’, sighed, and stepped out of the Refining Chamber.
A Voice Transmission Talisman, like a headless fly, was erratically fluttering in mid-air, and Fang Xi caught it with one swipe.
"As expected, it’s about the Yan family... It seems my forging process will be delayed."
Fang Xi lamented, and left the seclusion.
"Sir..." Xiahou Ying, who had grown quite familiar with Fang Xi, immediately approached: "Ling Kong Island was attacked by cultivation-robbers, the Yan Family’s ancestor died, the Yan Family suffered heavy casualties, and they have sent Yan Hongxue to seek an audience with you, requesting that you uphold justice..."
"Hmm, I understand, bring the person to the reception hall."
Fang Xi nodded indifferently, yet he felt an odd sensation in his heart.
’If Ye Sanren hadn’t acted, I might have done something myself... It would be quite amusing if Yan Hongxue came to beg me afterward...’
Fortunately, he was a decent person, and promptly suppressed any bad taste in humor, heading to the reception hall.
"I greet you, Senior Fang!"
Yan Hongxue, who had been pacing back and forth, immediately knelt down and performed a grand salute upon seeing Fang Xi enter, her voice quivering with sobs: "I beg Senior to seek justice for my great-grandfather..."
"Ah... Although I only met Yan Sir once, I already considered him a close friend. Rest assured, I’ll definitely take care of this matter for you."
Fang Xi sighed, personally helped Yan Hongxue up, and spoke with soothing words.
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