A wasted cultivation cultivator, whose senior sister comes to his door asking for pills at the start

"That's right, she's under our control."

Ye Yun looked at the female cultivator in red and raised an eyebrow.

"Why don't you all surrender? That would save us from fighting to the death here."

Unfortunately, this attempt to persuade her to surrender was completely useless. The woman in red snorted coldly and shouted at her companions.

"Attack! Fight them!"

At her command, the other demonesses also unleashed their magical weapons and even launched attacks on Ye Yun and the others.

Seeing this, Ye Yun sighed softly.

"These vixens are truly insane."

Since the other party had already made a move, they naturally wouldn't hold back and all took action to fight back.

In a short time, the valley became a battlefield between the two sides, filled with surging profound energy and violent explosions.

Since both sides were disciples of the Holy Land, and mostly wielded top-grade mortal-level magic weapons and profound techniques, the difference in their combat strength was not significant.

As a result, the two sides fought fiercely for a short period of time, with neither side gaining a clear advantage.

Of course, Ye Yun is an exception...

One of the black-clad enchantresses, whose cultivation was at the fourth level of the Innate Realm, defeated two Innate Realm cultivators from Qingyang Garrison and immediately set her sights on Ye Yun.

"There's actually an old guy at the first level of the Innate Realm?"

The black-clad enchantress raised her eyebrows slightly and immediately let out a cold laugh.

"In that case, let's send you on your way!"

They say you should pick the softest persimmon to squeeze; with this old thing's cultivation level, he probably doesn't have much fighting power.

Coupled with her provocative behavior just now, she was filled with murderous intent towards Ye Yun.

The black-clad demoness immediately transformed into a streak of crimson light and rushed out, her disc-like flying wheel magic weapon spinning rapidly, slashing towards Ye Yun like a handsaw!

"You old bastard, prepare to die!"

In this kind of favorable situation, Ye Yun originally thought he could just play support and coast along.

Seeing that someone had actually set their sights on him and wanted to challenge him to a duel, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"What? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

By the time he turned around, the black-clad demoness was already in front of him, and the flying wheel magic weapon in her hand had fallen down.

Upon seeing this, Pei Yuyan and the others' expressions changed.

"Be careful!"

Seeing Ye Yun in danger, apart from Lu Shaoyou who looked gloating, most of the others became anxious.

The difference between a fourth-level Innate Realm cultivator and a first-level Innate Realm cultivator is considerable, especially considering that the black-clad demoness's combat strength is second only to the red-clad female cultivator who leads the group.

However, they are currently entangled with their opponents and are unable to break free to help Ye Yun.

However, Ye Yun himself remained calm.

"Moon Shield!"

Ye Yun coughed lightly, and a silver light flew out, transforming into a huge shield in front of him.

The black-clad demoness's flying wheel landed on it, but didn't even leave a mark. Instead, she was shaken back by a force.

Upon seeing the Moon Shield, the black-clad enchantress's expression changed slightly.

"This is... a Xuan-rank defensive magic weapon?"

She never expected that a cultivator at the first level of the Innate Realm would possess such a valuable item.

But then, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"In that case, then..."

Immediately, the black-clad enchantress took out a black cloth bag.

As the pocket opened, a cloud of green mist sprayed out and enveloped Ye Yun in front of it.

"Soul-Devouring Poison, go!"

These shield-like defensive artifacts are strong in frontal defense, but their weakness is that they don't protect against surrounding attacks. Poisonous mist attacks are their nemesis!

Just as the Soul-Devouring Gu poison enveloped Ye Yun, a pure and ethereal aura burst forth from his body, directly blowing away the surrounding Soul-Devouring Gu poison.

"???"

The black-clad enchantress looked utterly incredulous.

"How is this possible?"

Ye Yun rolled her eyes at her, weighed the crystal bead in her hand, and laughed.

"Are you stupid? I have a poison-repelling bead."

"you……"

The black-clad enchantress was stunned. Wait, another Xuan-rank magic weapon?!

Most inner disciples like her only possess one or two top-grade mortal-level magic treasures.

This guy actually used two Xuan-rank magic treasures right off the bat?!

However, what truly shocked her was yet to come.

"Are you done attacking?"

Ye Yun looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's my turn now, no objections, right?"

Just as the black-clad enchantress was stunned, he casually tossed out a small golden flag.

"Golden Flag, go!"

Golden beams shot out, quickly trapping the black-clad demoness in front of her. Even when her flying wheel struck it, it only left a cut.

Seeing this, the black-clad enchantress frowned and snorted coldly.

"How long do you think this can hold me back?"

Fortunately, this time the magic weapon wasn't of the Xuan rank, and with her strength, she was able to break it open very quickly.

But Ye Yun clearly wouldn't give her that chance. As she launched a series of attacks, trying to break through the golden flag's barrier, a black flag appeared in his hand again.

"Demon Soul Banner, go!"

Ye Yun raised the Demon Soul Banner high, and a tidal wave of black mist swept around him, heading towards the barrier of the Golden Light Banner.

A moment later, ten black shadows materialized inside, wielding various weapons and attacking the black-clad demoness.

They were all at the first level of the Innate Realm and possessed human-like combat skills, constantly launching attacks against the black-clad demoness.

These shadows are the original wraiths that come with the room. Although they are not very strong, they are sufficient for this purpose.

"Damn it, another Xuan-rank magic weapon?!"

Now, the black-clad enchantress was under immense pressure and had no choice but to deal with the approaching black shadows first.

"Could this guy be a disciple of a powerful family?"

It should be noted that even disciples of holy lands generally need to reach the Core Formation stage before they have the financial resources to purchase a Xuan-rank magic weapon.

The guy in front of us is clearly not normal; he's very likely a scion of a powerful family who's come here for training...

What happened here also stunned the people fighting around them.

As he pulled out one Xuan-rank magic weapon after another, Pei Yuyan and the others were dumbfounded.

"He actually has so many treasures?"

While they were shocked, they couldn't help but swallow hard as they watched Ye Yun's body surging with black energy, as if a demon god had descended.

"Speaking of which, Junior Brother Ye... he's a righteous cultivator, isn't he?"

Just as the black-clad enchantress was focusing all her efforts on dealing with the ghost, she looked up and found that Ye Yun, who should have been in her sight, had disappeared.

"Huh? Where did he go?"

The black-clad enchantress looked around but couldn't find Ye Yun. Then, as if remembering something, she looked up and her expression changed.

"Oh no!"

Ye Yun appeared above her at some point, with a spinning cyan flying sword at his side, its tip pointing directly at her.

"Die, Wind Spirit Sword Technique!"

Ye Yun's lips curled up slightly, and then he slapped the hilt of the sword, causing the cyan flying sword to suddenly grow larger.

In an instant, it transformed into a massive cyan sword shadow, falling from the sky like a cyan meteor, shooting straight towards the black-clad demoness!

Feeling the oppressive force descending from the sky, the black-clad demoness narrowed her eyes and quickly activated all her profound energy to condense a defense, trying to block it!

Rumble!!!

Amidst a deafening roar, the cyan sword shadow struck precisely, unleashing a tremendous storm on the ground.

Even the people fighting around them changed their expressions and quickly moved aside.

A moment later, as the dust gradually settled.

Where the cyan sword shadow struck, all that remained was a huge crater and pieces of black rags; there was no doubt that the black-clad demoness was dead.

Seeing this, everyone around, friend or foe, gasped in shock.

"This guy... his strength is terrifying?"