Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

He turned to Lin Chen, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Men! Seize this treacherous fellow!"

"Stop it, all of you!" Su Zhenbang slowly turned around, his aged eyes filled with heartache: "Wenhan, your elder brother passed away early, and Qingxue treated you like her own father..."

Why would you do this?

Su Wenhan's expression shifted, then he suddenly grinned maliciously: "Why? Because you, you old bastard, are biased! With my elder brother dead, the Su family should belong to me!"

"But what about you? You left everything to that brat! What right does a woman have to inherit the Su family's billions?!"

He suddenly ripped open his outer robe, revealing a strange black tattoo on his chest—the mark of the Netherworld Sect!

"Since things have come to this, I won't hide it anymore!" Su Wenhan laughed wildly. "Master Youquan will be here soon! Tonight, none of you will escape!"

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly rose above the manor, dark clouds obscured the moon, and a sinister sound, like the cry of an owl, echoed throughout the entire Su family manor:

"Su Zhenbang, hand over Su Qingxue, and I might spare your life."

The lanterns in the manor swayed wildly in the wind, casting eerie and distorted shadows of people.

hiss--!

The dozen or so guards behind Su Wenhan all tore off their outer garments, revealing the same black tattoos—they were all spies planted by the Netherworld Sect!

"Protect the master of the household!"

The loyal guards quickly surrounded Su Zhenbang, protecting him in the center, but they were clearly outnumbered.

Su Zhenbang, leaning on his cane, trembled slightly, not with fear, but with rage: "Su Wenhan, the century-old reputation of my Su family has been ruined by you!"

"Reputation?" Su Wenhan scoffed. "In this world, strength is king!"

"Old man, what do you think gives the Su family the right to stand tall in Jiangnan? If it weren't for my secret dealings with various parties, the Su family would have been devoured to the bone long ago!"

He pointed to the bed in the inner room: "That girl Qingxue has the Xuan Yin physique but doesn't know how to use it; it's a complete waste!"

"Master Youquan promised me that after this is accomplished, he will help me reach the Foundation Establishment stage and extend my lifespan by a hundred years!"

"At that time, the Su family will be in my hands, and will surely rise to a higher level!"

"You!" Su Zhenbang roared in fury, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "You're delusional!"

Lin Chen reached out to support the old man, channeling a wisp of gentle true energy into him, while simultaneously looking out at the night sky: "True Master Youquan, you've already made your tough talk, why hide your true intentions?"

"Hmph, this junior has quite the guts." A sinister voice seemed to come from all directions.

A figure in black robes appeared out of thin air in the center of the courtyard like a ghost.

The newcomer had a withered face, sunken eyes, and exuded a nauseatingly cold aura. He was none other than the Immortal Youquan, who was impersonating Huiming.

His gaze locked onto Lin Chen, and after staring at him for a while, he was taken aback: "Nine Yang aura? Interesting... I didn't expect to encounter such a pure Yang physique on this trip."

Then a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"If I were to refine the two of you into the Yin-Yang Twin Fiends, what would I have to worry about in breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

"Hmph." Lin Chen handed Su Zhenbang to the guard beside him and slowly walked to the door: "With your half-baked Yin Sha Technique?"

Master Youquan's face darkened: "Arrogant brat!"

With a flick of his withered hand, three streaks of black energy transformed into ferocious ghost heads, roaring as they lunged at Lin Chen!

Lin Chen neither dodged nor avoided the ghost head until it was three feet away from him, then he lightly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread open.

A golden glint suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, golden flames bloomed like lotus flowers, instantly devouring and purifying the three ghost heads!

"Nine Yang True Fire?!" Master Youquan's pupils constricted sharply. "Junior, who exactly are you?!"

"The one who will take your life." Lin Chen took a step forward, and his figure was already in the courtyard.

The two men faced each other, three zhang apart.

The wind stopped, and the clouds gathered.

Everyone in the manor felt an indescribable sense of oppression—it was the confrontation of two extreme forces, the collision of extreme yang and extreme yin.

A ruthless glint flashed in Su Wenhan's eyes, and he quietly made a hand gesture.

The Netherworld Sect disciples behind him immediately split into two groups. One group rushed towards Su Zhenbang and the others, while the other group rushed into the inner room of the small building, their target being the unconscious Su Qingxue!

"Protect the young lady!" The loyal guards fought desperately, but were quickly outnumbered.

A disciple of the Netherworld Sect broke through the defenses first, grinning maliciously as he grabbed at Su Qingxue on the bed: "The Profound Yin Origin is mine now—"

Before the words were even finished, another unexpected event occurred!

Su Qingxue, who had been in a deep sleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

Those were eyes as clear as a cold pool, yet as cold as frost and snow.

She gently raised her finger, and an extremely cold aura instantly erupted, sweeping through the entire inner room centered on her!

The three Netherworld Sect disciples who rushed in froze abruptly, their bodies quickly covered in frost, and before they could even scream, they were turned into three ice sculptures!

The people outside looked on in astonishment.

Su Qingxue slowly sat up, her long hair moving without wind, and a pale blue aura swirling around her. She looked out the window at the battle, her gaze settling on Lin Chen.

The moment she awoke, she felt a warm, masculine aura resonating with the profound yin energy within her body.

It was this aura that helped her break through the last barrier of Yin energy.

"Qingxue!" Su Zhenbang cried, tears streaming down his face.

Su Qingxue nodded gently, got out of bed barefoot, and with each step she took, a patch of frost formed on the ground beneath her feet.

She walked to the door, her voice as cold as snow: "Second Uncle, you have disappointed me greatly."

Su Wenhan's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered backward, saying, "Impossible... You were supposed to be unconscious for forty-nine days! How could this be..."

"Because you've chosen the wrong opponent." Lin Chen's voice suddenly rang out behind Youquan Zhenren! Youquan Zhenren was shocked; he hadn't even noticed when Lin Chen had disappeared!

In haste, he struck out with his palm, the Yin energy condensing into a solid black claw.

However, Lin Chen's figure vanished like a phantom, and his true form appeared to his left, pointing a finger at a vital acupoint under his ribs.

"Ah, you junior, you're courting death!" Master Youquan roared, his black robe billowing as countless vengeful spirits surged forth, howling and wailing, obscuring the sky and the moon.

This is his "Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner," which he has cultivated for many years. It contains thousands of living souls and is incredibly powerful.

Lin Chen remained expressionless, his hands forming a hand seal as he softly chanted, "The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies. Through countless eons of cultivation, I have attained my divine powers—Golden Light Mantra, open!"

In an instant, his body burst forth with boundless golden light, like the rising sun!

Under the golden light, the evil spirits and fierce souls, like snowflakes meeting the scorching sun, screamed and vanished into nothingness.

Master Youquan was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of black blood: "The Golden Light Mantra of the Daoist Sect?! You...you're from Longhu Mountain?!"

Lin Chen did not answer; golden light condensed into a long sword, piercing straight into his heart.

Master Youquan gritted his teeth and crushed a domino at his waist. Black smoke billowed out as he abruptly retreated dozens of feet: "Youngster, I'll remember this! I will avenge this one day!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the sky.

Lin Chen did not pursue them—he had already exhausted himself treating Su Qingxue during this time, and casting a powerful Golden Light Spell at this moment would also consume a lot of energy.

His Nine Yang Burning Heaven Body was already showing signs of instability and needed to be regulated as soon as possible.