The Mysterious Immortal Clan: Rising from the moment I died!

"Yan Poxi!"

Yan Chihen curled his lips with a gloomy expression and casually tossed aside the other arm that he was about to put in his mouth like trash.

He casually wiped away the remaining blood and grime from his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the other man with a sinister and subtle intensity, thinking to himself, "A mid-stage Golden Core cultivator?"

Then, a slight smile crept onto his lips, and he spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Oh ho! What a rare guest! I wonder what wind blew you here today?"

Although he appeared to be quite polite on the surface.

but!

Yan Chihen was already seething with rage, cursing inwardly: "That old hag, that little bitch! She's definitely up to no good! Coming to my territory for no reason, is she trying to settle old scores with me?"

Thinking of this, his eyes subtly swept over the pile of meat that exuded an enticing, bloody stench.

Just then.

Yan Poxi's figure flashed by, landing silently and steadily on the ground like a ghost.

Her alluring yet sharp eyes quickly swept across the surroundings, and her gaze paused slightly when she saw the large mass of flesh.

However, she did not show any change in expression from beginning to end.

Yan Chihen watched this scene unfold.

Although he was quite reluctant, he still stood up and invited, "Please have a seat!"

Upon hearing their master's words, the demonic cultivators all shouted, "Welcome, Ninth Palace Master!"

Yan Poxi lifted her heel and walked straight toward the other person, stopping when she was still half a zhang away.

A barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed across her brow.

She remained standing, not seated, lightly covering her cherry lips, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of meaning: "I heard that something interesting happened here recently, so I came to find out!"

"Something interesting?"

Yan Chihen frowned slightly, his face full of suspicion, pondering his recent experiences.

In a short while.

He suddenly seemed to realize something and said, "Could it be that you're referring to that so-called bullshit fortress? Or perhaps the matter of the Crown Prince of Yue?"

Yan Poxi shook her head slightly, her lips parted: "The affairs of Yue Kingdom are none of our concern... We can leave everything to the altar master's decision!"

This passage conveys an undeniable sense of authority.

Followed by.

A sly, sinister smile played on her lips: "What I'm truly interested in is the Ni family of Hong Kong!"

"Um?"

Yan Chihen's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood. He then sneered disdainfully, "It's just a pair of gloves from the former Haoyue Sect. Apparently, they didn't get along well with that damned sect later!"

A brief pause.

He continued, "Although the clan mark has some mystical aspects, the Ni family is weak and lacks cultivation, so they are not a threat!"

Sudden.

As if remembering something, he quickly added, "It's really strange... We've dealt with the Ni family for many years! Let alone the small Ni family, even the Haoyue Sect has never seen such bizarre methods!"

Yes, he and many others simply did not believe the claim that one could receive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and activate the mysterious clan markings hidden in one's bloodline through a grand ancestral worship ceremony!

But in the end.

He didn't say much, just waved his hand casually with an indifferent expression: "Hey, you know my personality. I only like eating meat. As for things like clan markings, I can't be bothered with them!"

Seeing that Yan's teeth marks were completely flawless.

Yan Poxi knew very well that this seemingly reckless and impulsive buck-toothed man definitely had a problem!

If that's the case, then we might as well just be upfront about it.

"Hehe, Old Yan, such an incredible opportunity... isn't something you can monopolize by yourself!"

As they were talking.

Yan Poxi's sharp, alluring eyes were fixed on the other man, carefully observing every subtle change in his expression. She emphasized, "Although the little Ni family is easy to deal with, don't forget... there's also Feng Qingyue, whose strength should not be underestimated!"

That brings us to this point.

Yan Poxi revealed her true, vicious nature, and a sinister killing intent instantly enveloped her opponent: "You'd better watch out... don't end up losing more than you gain!"

These words were spoken.

Yan Poxi noticed a flicker of something unusual in the other person's eyes, and readily suggested, "In that case, why don't we both join forces?"

Upon hearing this...

Yan Chihen's expression changed slightly. He stared intently at the woman before him and said in a deep voice, "You vixen who won't get up early for nothing, tell me, how do you want to split this business partnership?"

Yan Poxi smiled gently, raised her hand and drew an arc in the air, then suddenly swung it downwards as if she were cutting something in half.

Then, looking at Yan Chihen with a serious expression, he solemnly proposed, "We'll split the spoils among those we catch!"

To the end.

She then stretched out a big yawn as if nothing had happened, the twisting arc of which sent a shiver down your spine.

Just then.

Yan Poxi casually added, "Oh, by the way, that guy named Feng Qingyue is quite handsome. I'm actually a little interested. I'll take it on my tab!"

Upon hearing these words...

"Um!?"

A sense of vigilance welled up in Yan Chihen's heart. He thought to himself, "This little slut is definitely not just after beauty. It seems that Feng Qingyue is probably hiding some unknown treasure or secret!"

Thinking about this.

He shook his head slightly, slowly stood up, and paced around the spacious hall, his eyes darting around as if he were plotting something.

After a while, Yan Chihen finally stopped.

next moment.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, locking onto Yan Poxi's seemingly indifferent face, his gaze revealing a profound and unfathomable meaning.

In a short time.

A suffocating tension filled the air, as if time itself had frozen.

Just a few breaths later...

"Garlic bird! Garlic bird!"

Yan Chihen's lips curled into a chillingly cruel smile: "Hehehe, you know me... I've always valued peace... and disliked killing!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Poxi was filled with rage.

"snort!"

She suddenly widened her eyes, glaring fiercely at Yan Chihen, and gritted her teeth as she cursed, "You old bastard... You think you're so great? You think you're so high and mighty? That's utter nonsense!"

Then, hands on her hips, striking a menacing pose, she shouted at Yan Chihen, "You wretched buck-toothed man, don't try any tricks on me... Don't think you can get all the benefits by yourself!"

He had just finished speaking.

"Whoosh!"

Yan Poxi flashed her figure and leaped up as lightly as a nimble swallow.

In the blink of an eye.

He stepped firmly onto a sword aura that shimmered with a cold light like a white ribbon, and fixed his sharp gaze on the huge pile of flesh.

A chilling snort escaped her lips: "Don't try to steal people from my territory! Next time, I won't be so lenient!"

Before he could finish speaking...

With a whoosh, a sound of wind breaking through the sky rang out, and Yan Poxi was instantly swept away.

"Hmph!" Yan Chihen snorted coldly, a sinister and ruthless look appearing on his face.

He stared intently at the figure that gradually receded into the distance until it disappeared from sight, his eyes flashing with a cold light. Then, with a wave of his hand, streaks of blue electricity, like nimble little snakes, danced and leaped back and forth on his slender fingertips, making a crackling sound.

"Hehehe... You think a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator can stop me?"

Yan Chihen suddenly laughed strangely, the sound echoing in the air, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, he secretly thought to himself: "What a cunning woman... She actually dared to deliberately come to test my strength... But how could you possibly see through my cultivation level!"

Finally, he raised his gaze and looked straight towards Black Mountain Fortress: "Once I've acquired that clan emblem, I'll see how I deal with you, you vixen!"

Yes, Yan Chihen had been thinking about the clan pattern ever since he witnessed its effect.

This moment.

Yan Chihen knew in his heart that if he did not take action quickly, more covetous demonic cultivators would come to cause trouble, and in the end he would probably only end up with nothing.

Think about this.

He gritted his teeth, intending to strike first.

Meanwhile, at the Black Mountain Fortress.

The four were chatting happily around the fire.

Sudden.

"Buzz!"

The communication jade pendant in Ni Yongxiao's arms suddenly made a sound.