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This killing intent was concealed to the extreme, almost imperceptible!

If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, they probably wouldn't even know how they died! But Chen Yang's soul power far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he clearly sensed that this killing intent was like a leech, firmly locking onto the private room where they were, and it was definitely not a case of being caught in the crossfire by chance!

His gaze swept over Pang Lele and Pang Jianshui across from him.

A gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo shoots in the courtyard, and a glass cup on the stone table held a cup of clear rice wine, reflecting the babbling brook in the corner of the courtyard and the unnamed wildflowers dotting the bank.

Pang Lele was holding a shiny, juicy pork knuckle, eating with her mouth full of oil and her face beaming with silly happiness. If there were a camera, she would probably be posting it on social media to show off. Pang Jianshui, on the other hand, was sipping his wine while picking up pieces of rare animal meat, his eyes filled with the pure satisfaction of "it's so great to be a tycoon." He looked like someone who had never seen the world before, even picking up food with his chopsticks with a careful and precious touch.

This father and daughter are both heartless and weak; there's no way they could have attracted this level of spying!

Chen Yang's gaze finally landed on Zhang Churan.

Just then, Zhang Churan took a sip of sake, a drop of liquid sliding down her lips. She gently wiped it away, and when she looked up, her eyes met Chen Yang's—the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and even the breeze in the courtyard seemed to stop.

Zhang Churan's cheeks flushed slightly, like a little girl caught peeking. She quickly turned her face away, her ears turning a faint pink. Even the exquisite pastries in front of her seemed to be tinged with a shy blush.

"Zhang Churan," Chen Yang suddenly spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of probing, "what is your purpose in entering Tianhai Gate? Is it to find something, to escape enemies, or... to find love at Tianhai Gate?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhang Churan suddenly turned her head and glared at him, her eyes filled with reproach, but the blush on her cheeks deepened, like a ripe cherry.

"Brother Chen Yang, you can't bully my best friend!" Pang Lele, sitting opposite Zhang Churan, put down her braised pork knuckle, wiped the grease from her mouth, and stood up for her. "If you don't know how to flirt, don't talk nonsense! What else could Sister Churan and I have come to Tianhai Sect for? Of course, it's for cultivation! We don't look down on those stupid cultivators from the outer sect of the Breeding Peak. How could we possibly be here to date? We don't plan to find partners until we reach the Divine Power Realm, right, Sister Churan?"

"Mm." Zhang Churan nodded with a smile, but her eyes unconsciously avoided Chen Yang's gaze. Her fingers gently caressed the glass cup in front of her, and the warmth of her fingertips caused a thin layer of mist to condense on the cup.

Chen Yang glanced speechlessly at Pang Lele, this fiercely protective little brat, then turned to Zhang Churan and continued to press, "I'm asking you something serious. Did you really go to Tianhai Gate to escape your enemies?"

"Of course not." Zhang Churan shook his head, his tone frank. "I'm so kind, how could I have any enemies? And I have no need to hide in Tianhaimen."

Chen Yang frowned slightly, muttering to himself, "Since you have no enemies, then... are you here for me?"

He was speaking to himself, but to Zhang Churan, his words took on a completely different meaning—Zhang Churan's cheeks flushed bright red, and she glared at Chen Yang with a hint of displeasure and coquettishness: "Brother Chen! I admit you're quite handsome and charming, but do you have to be so narcissistic? How could I possibly join Tianhai Sect because of you!"

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then gave a helpless bitter smile—this misunderstanding has gotten really big!

He offered no further explanation, and with a wave of his hand, five figures instantly appeared around the courtyard: five Sword Saint puppets!

As the puppet landed, the bluestone slab beneath its feet made a dull thud. It exuded a faint sword aura, like five silent mountains. It seemed to be doing nothing, yet it had already protected the entire courtyard tightly, even isolating the hustle and bustle of the city outside.

After finishing all this, Chen Yang was completely focused, his eyes sharp as an eagle, staring intently at the direction of the courtyard gate. He could clearly smell a faint scent of blood mixed in with the fragrance of flowers and wine in the air. The scent was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, but it made him even more vigilant.

While gnawing on her pork knuckle, Pang Lele glanced back and forth between Chen Yang and Zhang Churan with a puzzled look, wondering to herself, "What's going on? Is my best friend going to become my love rival?"

Only Pang Jianshui remained engrossed in the delicious food, exclaiming as he ate, "The food at Zhaixing Pavilion is truly exceptional! Even the plates are made of white jade. It must feel so good to be a tycoon!"

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous corner on the third floor of the Star-Picking Pavilion, outside the window was the bustling street scene of Tianhai City, with its heavy traffic and noisy crowds, but inside the corner, a bone-chilling coldness permeated the air.

A woman in a fiery red dress sat by the window, the hem of which was embroidered with grotesque blood-red patterns that rose and fell slightly with her breath, as if they had come alive. In her hands she held an ancient bronze mirror, the surface of which shimmered with a faint blood-red halo, its edges engraved with twisted ghostly patterns, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

The bronze mirror clearly reflected the scene of Chen Yang and his three companions eating in the courtyard, and even the breeze and flowing stream in the courtyard could be seen clearly.

The woman in red stared at the bronze mirror, a cold sneer playing on her lips. She muttered under her breath, "Zhang Churan, you truly have no ambition! I never imagined you'd sit and eat, chat, and laugh with such a lowly cultivator. How pathetic and laughable!"

Her tone was full of disdain—as a high-ranking secret envoy of the Myriad Immortals Dynasty and a genius in the late stage of the Divine Power Realm, she could clearly sense that the three cultivators beside Zhang Churan were just rookies in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm! Whether it was Pang Lele, Pang Jianshui, or Chen Yang, their auras were ridiculously immature.

A genius at the late stage of the Divine Power Realm actually mingled with a low-level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator; it was simply depraved!

"Since you've fallen so low, who else but you deserves to die?" The woman in red sneered, slamming her palm onto the bronze mirror. Blood from her palm instantly seeped into the mirror's surface. Then, with a "poof," she spat out another mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bronze mirror, instantly spreading a crimson aura that stained the courtyard scene reflected in the mirror blood-red!

"Buzz—!"

The bronze mirror emitted a muffled hum, and a terrifying suction force emanated from it. The room on the third floor was instantly enveloped in a blood-red aura, and the bustling street scene outside the window seemed to be cut off, leaving only boundless gloom.

The next moment, a thick, blood-red fog suddenly shot into the sky from the courtyard where Chen Yang was, sweeping in like a tsunami and instantly engulfing the entire courtyard!

The once gently flowing stream turned viscous and black, the wildflowers on the bank withered instantly, the emerald green bamboo tips were covered with a layer of blood, and the fragrance of flowers and wine in the air was completely replaced by a strong, pungent smell of blood!

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the entire courtyard was completely enveloped in a thick, blood-red mist in the blink of an eye. Pang Lele and Pang Jianshui didn't even have a chance to react before they were enveloped by an immense mental pressure. The pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to breathe. Their eyes rolled back, and they fainted. Their bodies slumped onto the stone table, and the white jade plate fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

"not good!"

Zhang Churan suddenly stood up and grabbed Chen Yang next to her. The two of them felt dizzy and disoriented. The sounds of shattering and wind disappeared, replaced by mournful howls. When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in an extremely bizarre space!

Beneath their feet lay a churning, boiling lake, but this water was no ordinary clear water; it was composed of thick, fresh blood, bubbling and hissing as it burst. The rising crimson aura coiled around the two like venomous snakes, staining the entire space crimson, even the light itself turning a strange, blood-red hue, exuding an indescribable eeriness and terror!

The distant horizon was a hazy gray, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars. Only countless twisted ghostly figures moved through the mist, emitting chilling shrieks.

"Where is this?" Chen Yang looked around in surprise. The blood-soaked lake water beneath his feet was sticky and slippery, like walking through a swamp. "Weren't we eating in the courtyard? How did we suddenly end up in a place like this?"