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Jiang Xiaochuan, riding the God-Slaying Spear, flew low along the mountain ridge. The dark red spear was inconspicuous. The wind was strong, carrying damp and cold moisture that stung his face.

He flew slowly, scanning the crisscrossing valleys, reefs, and caves eroded by the waves below. Every now and then, he would catch glimpses of different colored lights flashing through the mist, colliding and exploding into a blinding burst of light, followed by the sharp clash of weapons, short or mournful shouts, striking and then separating, either chasing or fleeing, quickly disappearing into the deeper mist or behind the rocks.

On this damp and cold island, people from both the righteous and demonic paths buzzed around like two swarms of startled wasps, constantly flitting and bumping into each other.

He flew for a while, skimming over a relatively open pebble beach where two groups of people were facing off, the light of their magical artifacts flickering.

Jiang Xiaochuan slowed down and looked down.

On one side was a middle-aged monk dressed in gray robes, holding a dark wooden fish and striking it repeatedly.

Each strike of the wooden fish creates a ripple of pale gold, blocking the incoming streams of black energy.

On the other side, a tall, thin man with a weasel-like face and wearing a shabby Taoist robe was wielding a pale white magic weapon shaped like a wild beast's fangs, spewing foul black energy as he desperately attacked the golden ripples. However, he was forced to retreat repeatedly, his face turning pale. This was Wild Dog Taoist. Beside him was a middle-aged man in a red robe with one bloodshot eye. He was making hand seals, and a scorching red light shot out from his bloodshot eye, colliding with the golden light of the wooden fish, making a crackling sound and causing the golden ripples to tremble slightly. This was Elder Nian.

"Bald monk! If you know what's good for you, get out of here!" Wild Dog Taoist shrieked, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

Fazhong did not answer, but silently recited the scriptures, striking the wooden fish steadily. But facing two opponents alone, the range of the golden ripples was being slowly compressed.

Further away stood seven or eight young men dressed in righteous attire, some monks and some laymen, all holding weapons and with resentment on their faces, but none of them stepped forward.

"These demonic cultists are utterly shameless! They're using their numbers to bully the few again!" a young Taoist priest couldn't help but shout.

"That's right! Brother Fazhong, we're here to help you!" another person shouted.

Wild Dog Taoist bared his fangs and grinned, revealing yellow teeth, "Come on! You self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites, all you know how to do is outnumber me? Heh heh, if you've got the guts, come at me all at once! If I even flinch, I'm no hero!"

"Bah! Who's going to talk about morality with you demons!" A fiery red figure stepped out from the crowd. She was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl in a bright red dress, like a dancing flame on the gray mudflats.

With her eyebrows raised and her almond-shaped eyes wide open, it was Tian Ling'er. Beside her was a simple-looking young man in a plain blue robe, Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the scene and whispered, "Senior Brother, why aren't we... helping Master Fazhong?"

Beside him, a tall, honest-looking young man whispered, "Xiao Fan, you don't understand. The people of the Demonic Sect don't care about morality. It's common for them to bully the weak with numbers. But if we, the righteous people, also rush in, wouldn't we be doing the same thing as them? Senior Brother Fazhong's cultivation is profound, so he may not necessarily be defeated." It was Song Daren from Dazhu Peak.

Tian Ling'er ignored all of that. Looking at the shrinking golden halo around Fa Zhong, and then at the arrogant face of the Wild Dog Taoist, her anger flared up. She cried out, "Senior Brother Fa Zhong, don't panic! I'm here to help you!"

With a flick of her wrist, a dazzling ray of light flew out from her sleeve, growing longer in the wind until it transformed into an amber-colored ribbon several meters long. Crimson runes flowed across the ribbon, radiating countless rays of light, and accompanied by a whistling wind, it swept straight toward the Wild Dog Taoist! It was the Amber Crimson Ribbon that Su Ru had given her.

"Ling'er!" Song Daren tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The amber crimson ribbon came with incredible speed and dazzling light. Wild Dog Taoist was startled and quickly tried to block it with his fangs. The fangs collided with the light and were knocked to one side.

As the pressure eased, the wooden fish rang out with a loud "thud," and the golden ripples suddenly expanded, forcing back the red light shooting from the elder's eyes.

"Thank you for your help, Junior Sister Tian!" Fa Zhong said, his spirits lifted, and the tapping of the wooden fish suddenly became more rapid.

The golden Buddha light and the amber glow echoed each other from the left and right, gradually suppressing the attacks of the Wild Dog Taoist and the eldest brother.

Wild Dog Taoist was flustered, his fangs bared as he tried to defend himself, and seeing that he was about to be struck by the radiant light again, he roared angrily: "You shameless little wench! Relying on your powerful magic weapon, you teamed up with this bald monk to bully your Wild Dog grandpa! Seeing how protective you are of this monk, could it be that you've taken a fancy to this bald monk's bald head and are having an affair with him?"

His words were filthy, but the members of the demonic sect beside him burst into laughter, spewing all sorts of vulgarities.

Although Tian Ling'er was charming and lively, she was still an eighteen-year-old unmarried girl. She had never heard such vulgar language before.

Enraged, his face flushed red, and he trembled all over. Pointing at the Wild Dog Taoist, his voice trembled as he cried out, "You...you demon! Your mouth is full of filth! I...I'll kill you!"

In her rage, she disregarded everything and frantically poured all her spiritual power into the Amber Crimson Silk.

The crimson light of the crimson ribbon surged, like an enraged red dragon. It no longer cooperated with the Dharma Master, but instead pounced on the Wild Dog Taoist on its own, with the intention of strangling him to death.

The Wild Dog Taoist had been waiting for her to become agitated. Seeing this, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and he spat out a thick plume of black smoke from his fangs as he retreated hastily, yelling, "You've got your secret exposed, aren't you? You little wench, you and this bald monk…"

He didn't finish his sentence.

A dark red streak of light, silent yet incredibly fast, flashed across the hazy gray sky from the side.

Wild Dog Taoist's words came to an abrupt halt. A chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. He turned his head in horror and saw only a rapidly enlarging dark red spear tip.

He tried to dodge, but the killing intent had already locked onto him; he tried to block, but the fangs had just been raised.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound, like a red-hot iron needle piercing into rotten wood.

The dark red spear tip pierced through the pale white fang-shaped magic weapon without any resistance. The fangs let out a short, mournful cry, and the evil runes covering them shattered inch by inch. The entire magic weapon dimmed instantly, and then with a "bang," it exploded into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.

Before the spear's momentum had dissipated, it was gently pushed forward, striking the Wild Dog Taoist's hastily raised right arm.

"Snap!"

The sickening cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly heard. Wild Dog Taoist let out a miserable scream, and his whole body was thrown backward like a broken sack, crashing hard into a huge black reef behind him. He then slid down softly and collapsed into a pile of rubble, spitting out blood. It was clear that he was only breathing out and not breathing in.

The dark red light paused, revealing its form.

It was a long spear, dark red in color and with an ancient and ferocious design. The spearhead was pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of viscous black blood slid down the blade, dripping onto the grayish-white gravel and spreading into a small dark patch.

A figure slowly descended from the point where the gun had come from. He was dressed in black, not very tall, with a pale face and a lingering redness on one cheek. He landed and stood beside the gun, reaching out to grasp the cool, smooth barrel.

The beach was deathly silent.

All the laughter, cursing, and the sounds of clashing weapons ceased.

On the Demonic Sect's side, the eldest brother's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the dark red spear, then he looked at the Wild Dog Taoist, whose fate was unknown. His facial muscles twitched, and fear flashed in his eyes.

Without a word, he suddenly retreated, letting out a sharp whistle. The other members of the Demonic Sect were jolted awake, and with a shout, they scattered like birds and beasts, with no one paying any attention to the Wild Dog Taoist lying paralyzed on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the group of people who had been so aggressive just moments before had vanished without a trace.

The eldest brother ran for more than ten feet, then turned back and rushed to the Wild Dog Taoist. Without even checking, he bent down, grabbed one of the wild dog's legs, and lifted him up like a dead dog. A red light flashed under his feet, and without looking back, he disappeared into the distant mist, more than twice as fast as when he came.

Only the righteous people and the man holding the dark red spear, standing quietly, remained on the beach.

"Ogawa?!"

"Sixth Senior Brother?!"

"Junior Brother Jiang?!"

Several exclamations rang out almost simultaneously, filled with unbelievable elation.

Tian Ling'er was the first to react. She even forgot to put away the Amber Crimson Silk and just stared blankly at Jiang Xiaochuan, blinking and then blinking hard, as if she doubted that she was seeing things.

Then, she screamed "Ah!"—not out of fear, but out of extreme joy. She threw aside Zhu Ling and, without a care, rushed forward like a red moth drawn to a flame, crashing headfirst into Jiang Xiaochuan's arms and tightly hugging his waist.

"Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan! It really is you, you're back! You're alright! That's wonderful, that's wonderful!" She buried her face in his chest, calling out incoherently, her voice trembling with sobs, her body shaking slightly with excitement.

Jiang Xiaochuan was knocked back a small step by her, still holding the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, and stood there somewhat awkwardly.

The girl in his arms was warm and soft, carrying the heat of running and a faint, lively fragrance that belonged to Tian Ling'er. He could feel her tears quickly soaking the fabric of his clothes.

"Ling... Senior Sister Ling'er," he said in a low voice, his throat a little dry, "and... there are many people watching."

He was actually a little guilty. He knew Tian Ling'er's feelings for him were more than just those between a fellow disciple. He could usually brush it off with jokes before, but now, with them embracing so tightly...

Tian Ling'er ignored him and tightened her grip on his arm. A muffled voice came from his chest: "I don't care, let whoever wants to see it see it! You scared me to death, you know that? I thought... I thought you..." She couldn't finish her sentence and started sobbing again.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to have a very faint fragrance on him, one that did not belong to Tian Ling'er or Su Ru, and another sweeter girlish scent, mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze, which entered Tian Ling'er's nose.

His body temperature was no longer the icy coldness that she remembered, but a warm temperature, like a normal person's. However, these subtle abnormalities were overwhelmed by the immense joy of regaining what she had lost, and Tian Ling'er had no time to think about them at the moment.