Chapter 18: Run!

Someone is attacking, attempting to assassinate them.

But that person doesn't know Yang Yan's trump card!

With a sword?

Among those with the same level of Cultivation, who can injure Yang Yan with a sword?

Crack crack crack!

The sword hadn't even come close before it fractured in midair.

"What!"

The person who came to assassinate Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, almost dumbfounded!

He immediately let go, tossing the sword aside.

His body flew backward and fell to the ground.

The hand that held the sword was trembling, with blood trickling down from it.

"Master, it's the Little Genius from Qingfeng Sect, Chu Lian," Leng Bi Yue informed.

She had seen and knew many geniuses.

"En, kill him," Yang Yan said.

He would never spare those who wanted to kill him.

"Alright, Master." Leng Bi Yue took out a Medium-grade Treasure she had just received and liked the most.

It was a crescent-shaped weapon, spinning around her.

It exuded a fierce aura as if it could slice through anything.

"Are you not coming out yet?" Chu Lian, the Little Genius from Qingfeng Sect, called out.

Not just one person!

But several people joined together to ambush Yang Yan.

"If you don't come out now, I might die," Chu Lian continued.

He saw that Leng Bi Yue had already flown down, a crescent-shaped Treasure circling around her.

It tore through the Void, exuding a cold murderous intent towards him.

"Here they come!"

"Here they come!"

"Here they come!"

At that moment, several figures appeared, including Chu Lian, totaling eight people.

Among these eight, Yang Yan had seen two of them before.

One was the Saint Heir of the Xuantian Sect, Yuan Shaotian.

He was Zhang Yuanlin's cousin, his Cultivation at the Taoist Palace Realm level.

Inside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, he hadn't dared to make a move.

Just as Yang Yan had presumed, he had gone to call for reinforcements.

Standing beside him was Zhuo Tian.

Yuan Shaotian's good friend, also a Cultivator in the Taoist Palace.

The most eye-catching among them was the Saint Heir of the Xiantian Sect, Zhou He!

Innate Energy swirled around him, extremely mystical.

Compared to Yuan Shaotian, the Saint Heir of the Xuantian Sect, he seemed much stronger.

"Why did you all take so long to show up?" Chu Lian said with annoyance.

He circulated his Profound Qi to suppress the agitation in his heart.

"Chu Lian, you said you could handle one person by yourself, and we thought you were really that capable.

Who would have thought..." one of the Little Geniuses left his sentence unfinished.

But the implication was clear, who would have thought that Chu Lian was so incompetent.

A single sword thrust had not only failed to kill Yang Yan.

He hadn't even managed to probe the opponent's Cultivation level.

His sword was ruined!

"Hmph, I admit I was too complacent just now.

You'd better be careful, that guy is not ordinary.

The moment I struck with my sword, I felt a kind of suppression from the soul.

And although my sword lacks spiritual wisdom, I could feel that my sword was very afraid," Chu Lian said coldly.

The sword was afraid?

Such an occurrence was extremely rare!

"It's clearly your own incompetence, yet you insist on making him out to be so strong," Zhou He disdainfully said.

He floated in midair, hands clasped behind his back.

The aura of Innate Energy made him seem like a celestial spirit.

"Zhou He, if you're so confident, then go kill him, I want to see how you do it," Chu Lian said, very irritable.

At this point, Yuan Shaotian began to laugh.

"Gentlemen, let's stop bickering.

We are partners and should stick together.

After all, those three are like lambs waiting for the slaughter in front of us, easy to kill!" he said.

"Shaotian is right, let's all stop fighting.

Let's kill them to prevent future troubles," Zhuo Tian also stepped in to mediate.

Chu Lian nodded.

"Alright."

Behind Zhou He, a Longsword that emanated a rich Innate Energy appeared; it was a Divine Sword refined for him by the Sage of his Xiantian Sect using Innate Energy.

The Innate Polar Light Sword!

Once deployed, its speed was extremely fast.

"Fine, you deal with Leng Bi Yue and Wudao Tian, I'll go kill that man," he grasped the Innate Polar Light Sword.

"Zhou He, wait a moment, perhaps none of us need to take action," Yuan Shaotian said confidently.

Zhou He was startled.

"You may speak."

Yuan Shaotian walked out calmly.

"Leng Bi Yue, Wudao Tian, if you kneel now and beg for our forgiveness,

And immediately join us to confront him,

We can spare your lives; otherwise, you shall die with him," he said.

He wanted to sow discord between Leng Bi Yue and Yang Yan, to divide them and have Leng Bi Yue join their side.

This would greatly increase their chances of winning, saving them the effort of eliminating Leng Bi Yue and offending the Fairy Sect.

They wouldn't even need to lift a finger to kill Yang Yan; they could just let Leng Bi Yue do the work, picking up the victory with ease.

Leng Bi Yue sneered.

"With just you guys, you think you can kill me and my master? What a joke!"

Yuan Shaotian shook his head slightly.

"There are eight of us, including two Saint Heirs.

Do you really think we can't kill you?

Only the wise know when to yield.

Understand?"

"I do not."

Yuan Shaotian's face darkened.

"I give you a chance to live, and you reject it.

Since you seek death, then don't blame us.

Attack together and kill them.

Seize the Treasure and avenge my cousin."

His attempt at causing discord had failed, anger and embarrassment took over, revealing his original murderous intent.

"Such a waste of effort, just kill them directly," said Zhou He with disdain.

He had thought Yuan Shaotian had some clever ploy.

As he spoke, he drew his sword and walked towards the palanquin.

"Come out and fight me!" he challenged.

Whoosh!

The curtain of the palanquin was pulled open, revealing Jing Yin and Jingxin stepping out with their swords.

"If you want to fight our master, you must get past us first."

The two were prodigies from Cihang Jingzhai with Cultivation at the Taoist Palace Realm.

Their appearance caused a change of expression on the faces of Yuan Shaotian and the others.

Jing Yin, Jingxin, Wudao Tian, and, adding Leng Bi Yue as well as the yet-to-appear Yang Yan.

There were five of them now!

Leng Bi Yue was a genius, a Saintess.

Wudao Tian was at the cultivation level of the Four Extremes Secret Realm, which was close to the strength of the two Saint Heirs.

Including Yang Yan, it was as if they were facing almost four opponents of Saint Heir level on the other side.

While on their side, only Zhou He and Yuan Shaotian were Saint Heirs.

Though they outnumbered in terms of headcount, Chu Lian from the Qingfeng Sect,

Had just been injured without even touching Yang Yan, could at best be considered half a fighter.

All in all, their numerical advantage had vanished, even a slight disadvantage now.

Before the fight even began, they were already at a disadvantage!

How could they make their move!

"Jing Yin, Jingxin, you two are the Little Geniuses of Cihang Jingzhai, why have you also followed him?" Yuan Shaotian asked, full of confusion.

Jing Yin and Jingxin, expressionless, uttered five words.

"None of your business!"

Yuan Shaotian opened his mouth but then fell silent.

Indeed, it was none of his business!

"Shaotian, shall we retreat?" Zhuo Tian secretly transmitted.

Originally, their chances of winning were high!

But now, there was no chance at all!

Yuan Shaotian also began to feel timid.

"Zhou He, let's leave for now, and plan for the long term," he called out.

Zhou He's expression shifted.

He too sensed the growing unease and was preparing to retreat.

"Hu hu hu hu!"

Suddenly, a fierce wind surged in their direction, and a dragon-shaped figure flew out of the palanquin.

In a short span, it transformed into a small tornado.

"Damn, he took the dragon shape manifested from the spine of a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator and refined it; run!" Chu Lian cried out in shock.

Their chances of winning were already slim just moments ago, but now?

There were no chances left!

"How does this guy have so many tricks up his sleeve!" Yuan Shaotian said in a heavy tone.

They had come here full of confidence.

Little did they know, in the same span of time, the other side had acquired even more methods and trump cards.

"Let's go," Yuan Shaotian called out. "Just wait; I will make you pay a price eventually."

He left those harsh words behind as he prepared to depart.

Leave?

"Do you think you can leave?"

Yang Yan from inside the palanquin slowly walked out.