I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

The ground beneath my feet grew increasingly soft, feeling like stepping on rotting animal hide. A faint, lingering stench of decay began to permeate the air, instinctively making me uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Qin Yuan stopped in his tracks.

A hundred feet ahead, the sounds of fighting could be heard.

Moreover, it's quite large in scale.

He flashed and disappeared behind a huge rock, concealing his aura and quietly extending his divine sense.

A hundred feet away, there was a relatively open valley.

In the valley, three groups of people are facing off.

No, it's not a standoff—it's two sides joining forces to besiege a third party.

The besieged side had the fewest members, only five. Leading them was a woman in green robes, her face cold and aloof, wielding an ice-blue longsword, struggling to hold on. Behind her were four peak Nascent Soul cultivators, all now wounded and weakened.

The attacking side had a large number of members.

On the left, there were about twenty people dressed in uniform black and red robes, with a blood-red ferocious beast embroidered on their chests. The leader was a one-eyed middle-aged man with a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivation level, who was grinning maliciously as he directed his men to attack.

There were about fifteen people on the right, dressed in different styles, but all exuding a sharp aura. The leader was a young man with a handsome face and a cold, arrogant demeanor; he was none other than Ye Wuhen of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

What is Ye Wuhen doing here?

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he quickly recognized the origins of the people being besieged.

The woman in green held an ice-blue longsword with a black ice lotus flower engraved on its blade—a symbolic magic weapon of the ice-elemental lineage of the Xuantian Sect.

People from the Xuantian Sect.

The two sides besieging them were Ye Wuhen representing the Heavenly Sword Sect and the forces dressed in black and red robes, which, judging from their attire, should be the "Blood Fiend Sect" secretly supported by the Netherworld Sect.

The three forces met here.

Qin Yuan did not rush to make a move.

He quietly observed the situation while simultaneously mobilizing the power of his Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul to suppress his aura to an almost imperceptible level.

On the battlefield, the woman in blue was in grave danger.

Although she was only at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, she was no match for the combined attack of the one-eyed middle-aged man and Ye Wuhen, both of the same level. The four Nascent Soul disciples behind her were being besieged by the Blood Fiend Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect, suffering repeated defeats and on the verge of total annihilation.

"Ling Shuangyin!" Ye Wuhen forced the woman in green back with his sword, then sneered, "Hand over that fragment, and I can decide to spare your lives!"

Ling Shuangyin.

His surname is Ling.

Qin Yuan's heart stirred.

What is the relationship between this woman and Ling Shuanghua?

The woman in green, Ling Shuangyin, gritted her teeth, remaining silent as she wielded her longsword even more rapidly. However, her spiritual energy was nearing depletion, and the icy intent in her swordplay was growing weaker.

The one-eyed middle-aged man grinned maliciously and struck out with his palm. The bloody palm print, carrying a pungent smell of blood, slammed into Ling Shuangyin's chest!

Ling Shuangyin barely managed to raise her sword to block, but was thrown back by the impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"Junior Sister!"

The four Xuantian Sect disciples cried out in alarm and desperately tried to rush forward to help, but they were held back by their opponents.

A hint of smugness flashed in Ye Wuhen's eyes as he slowly walked towards Ling Shuangyin.

"Junior Sister Ling, why bother? That fragment never belonged to your Xuantian Sect. Hand it over, and I'll guarantee your safe departure. If you don't—"

His smile turned cold.

"This is the Blood and Bone Wasteland; it's perfectly normal for a few people to die here."

Ling Shuangyin leaned on her sword to stand up, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained icy cold.

"Ye Wuhen, your Heavenly Sword Sect colluded with the Blood Fiend Sect to besiege my Xuantian Sect disciples. If this gets out, can you bear the consequences?"

Ye Wuhen chuckled.

"Spread the word? Who's going to spread it? None of you are leaving here today."

He raised his hand, signaling his men to continue the attack.

Just then—

A pale golden finger strike, like a shooting star from outer space, silently pierced the back of a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple who was about to launch a sneak attack on Ling Shuangyin!

The disciple froze, looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then collapsed to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

"Who?!"

Ye Wuhen shouted sharply, his divine sense frantically scanning the surroundings.

A figure in a green robe slowly emerged from behind the boulder.

Qin Yuan.

Ye Wuhen's pupils contracted sharply when he saw who it was.

"It's you!"

His face instantly darkened. That night in Fengling City, he was intimidated by Qin Yuan's imposing aura and forced to retreat in disgrace by Yun Zhongke's maid, a humiliation he already considered utterly shameful. He never expected to encounter this guy again here!

Qin Yuan ignored him.

He looked at Ling Shuangyin and said calmly, "Who is Ling Shuanghua to you?"

Ling Shuangyin was taken aback, and then a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes.

"Do you know my sister?"

sister.

She really is Ling Shuanghua's sister.

Qin Yuan nodded without offering any further explanation.

"Step back."

Ling Shuangyin was stunned.

Before she could react, Qin Yuan had already stepped forward and stood in front of her.

Ye Wuhen's face turned ashen.

"Qin Yuan! This is a feud between my Heavenly Sword Sect and the Profound Heaven Sect. What right do you, a member of the Taiyi Sect, have to interfere?"

Qin Yuan looked at him.

"Because I don't like the look of you."

Ye Wuhen choked on his breath, his face turning bright red.

The one-eyed middle-aged man squinted, sizing Qin Yuan up and down.

"Early stage of Void Refinement?" He sneered. "Kid, do you know what you're doing? This isn't Fengling City; there are no Dao Integration stage monsters backing you up here. This isn't the way to court death."

Qin Yuan glanced at him.

"You talk too much nonsense."

He raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at the one-eyed middle-aged man.

The one-eyed middle-aged man's eyes sharpened, instinctively sensing a deadly threat!

But he was, after all, a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator and an elder of the Blood Fiend Sect, a veteran of countless battles. He snorted coldly, his body radiating a brilliant crimson light as he summoned a blood-red bone shield to shield himself.

"A mere early-stage Void Refinement cultivator dares to—"

Before he could finish speaking, the pale golden finger strike had already arrived!

"boom!"

A loud bang!

That crimson bone shield, strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from someone of the same level, shattered instantly under that single finger strike!

The force of the finger strike, still strong, pierced the left shoulder of the one-eyed middle-aged man!

"ah--!"

The one-eyed middle-aged man screamed and flew backward, crashing into the crowd behind him and taking down a number of his men.

The entire room fell silent.

The people from the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Blood Fiend Sect stared in disbelief at the figure in blue robes who slowly withdrew his finger.

The early stage of refining the void.

one strike.

The Blood Fiend Sect elder, who was in the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm, was severely injured.

What kind of monster is this?

Ye Wuhen's face turned deathly pale.

He suddenly realized that if Qin Yuan had pointed that finger at him that night in Fengling City—

He dared not think any further.

"Walk!"

He shouted angrily and turned to run away.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were stunned for a moment, then frantically followed.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Blood Fiend Sect members also carried the seriously injured one-eyed middle-aged man and fled in a sorry state.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty people had fled, leaving only a few corpses on the ground.

Ling Shuangyin stared blankly at Qin Yuan's retreating figure, speechless for a long time.

The four Xuantian Sect disciples stood there dumbfounded, their eyes filled with awe.

Qin Yuan turned around and looked at Ling Shuangyin.

"How badly are you injured?"