Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

The Sky-Splitting Cloud Shuttle sped along the sea surface, and Lu Yan opened his divine sense to sense the spiritual energy fluctuations ahead.

Two and a half hours later, a magnificent carriage came into view.

Such a grand display; he must be Wen Tianren's son.

Lu Yan glanced back at Jiang Xingzhou and said, "Don't follow me. I'm going to meet him."

Jiang Xingzhou was taken aback: "Brother Nie, I..."

"Wen Tianren's strength is no less than mine. Bringing you along will only cause trouble." Lu Yan interrupted him: "After I deal with Wen Tianren, you can take me to the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Coral."

Jiang Xingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Then I will await Brother Nie's triumphant return."

Having witnessed Lu Yan's strength, he had no idea that he would lose to a second-generation cultivator who had just formed his core.

Lu Yan nodded, his figure flashed, and he rode the waves, rushing forward.

Several miles away, a magnificent carriage was speeding through the air.

The chariot was inlaid with gold and jade, with glass lanterns hanging at the four corners, and was pulled by a blue four-winged demon bird.

Four Foundation Establishment stage maidens rode on flying swords, positioned at the four corners of the carriage, while several attendants patrolled around them.

Inside the carriage, Wen Tianren leaned against a soft couch, wearing a light purple robe with a dark jade pendant tied at his waist. He held a roll of animal hide in his hands.

The inscription reads "The Mysterious Divine Formula of Mirroring Myself".

He examined it closely, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The legacy of the Heavenly Mirror Hermit..." he murmured to himself, a determined glint in his eyes.

A maidservant brought over some spiritual tea and cautiously asked, "Young Master seems to be in a good mood?"

Wen Tianren took the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "This trip overseas was not in vain after all."

He didn't say much. If the Heavenly Mirror Hermit could master the divine sense secret technique, he would have a better chance of escaping the control of the Six Paths Supreme Saint in the future.

These thoughts are naturally not something that can be shared with outsiders.

The maidservant wisely refrained from pressing further, and simply smiled, saying, "Then congratulations, young master."

Wen Tianren tucked the scroll into his sleeve and was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and his gaze shot towards the back of him like lightning.

"Someone's coming."

The maids' expressions changed, and they all summoned their magical artifacts. The attendants also noticed something amiss and moved closer to the carriage.

Wen Tianren lifted the curtain, stood up, and stood with his hands behind his back.

From the horizon behind, a figure came riding the waves at an extremely fast speed.

The spiritual pressure was faint, clearly the aura of someone in the mid-stage of Core Formation.

The figure stopped about ten feet in front of the carriage, standing on the water, and met Wen Tianren's eyes.

The newcomer was a young man with a calm gaze.

Wen Tianren glanced at him, his expression arrogant.

"What brings you with me, sir?"

Lu Yan looked at Wen Tianren and scanned him with his divine sense. He was only at the early stage of Core Formation and looked like he had just formed his core and his realm was still unstable.

He glanced at the four-dragon belt on the other person's body, and thought, "This item is destined for me."

He then stated directly, "How did my Jiao Yuan Pearl and the Four Symbols Coiled Dragon Belt end up on you?"

He looked Wen Tianren's carriage up and down again, and said, "And what right do you have to ride in my carriage?"

Wen Tianren frowned slightly, but before he could speak, Lu Yan continued.

"How about this, you return my things to me respectfully now, and kowtow to me three times, then I might consider leaving you a whole corpse."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding maids and servants immediately erupted in uproar.

"presumptuous!"

"What kind of scoundrel dares to be so disrespectful to the young master!"

"court death!"

A late-stage Foundation Establishment attendant drew his sword, its blade flashing coldly, pointing directly at Lu Yan.

The other attendants also unleashed their magical weapons, their killing intent palpable.

Although the four maids did not make a move, they held talismans in their hands, ready to provide support at any time.

Wen Tianren raised his hand and pressed down gently.

Everyone immediately fell silent, the atmosphere tense, but no one dared to make any further moves.

Wen Tianren then took a closer look at the uninvited guest in front of him, a bizarre expression on his face, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"your?"

He repeated the two words, his tone full of disbelief, then shook his head and said slowly, "A rogue cultivator who popped out of nowhere dares to block my way and talk to me like that?"

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked up at Lu Yan. There was no anger in his eyes, only a condescending scrutiny, as if he were looking at an ant blocking his way.

"I, Wen, have just formed my core and am worried about not having anyone of the same level to test my skills against."

He put down his teacup, stood up, and stretched his wrists, the bones making a crisp sound, his tone nonchalant.

"You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep. Very well, let me see just how far you rogue cultivators can go."

Wen Tianren stood up and stepped out of the carriage. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Lu Yan with a playful smile on his lips.

"You just said you wanted me to kowtow three times?"

He repeated it with great interest, as if he had heard some interesting opera, then shook his head, his tone carrying a condescending pity.

"You rogue cultivators, relying on groveling and begging for mercy, have stumbled onto the path of immortality by sheer luck. Do you really think you're qualified to seek the Dao and question the common people?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was laced with contempt.

"Since when did it become your place to speak in the cultivation world?"

Lu Yan stared at him as if he were dead, expressionless, and uttered only three words.

"Shut up, die!"

Before Wen Tianren could speak, two ancient mirrors flew out from Lu Yan's sleeve.

One is the Soul-Sweeping Mirror, the other the Fire-Destroying Mirror. Two beams of light shoot out simultaneously, one aimed directly at the soul, the other burning the physical body.

Wen Tianren's expression changed drastically. Before he could think it through, a purple banner appeared in his hand, transforming into a sky full of purple clouds to protect him.

The beam of light disappeared into the purple clouds, as if it had vanished into thin air, without the slightest reaction.

"Purple Cloud Banner?" Lu Yan snorted coldly, unfolding his Azure Fan. A wind dragon roared out, carrying a sky full of azure light as it crashed into the purple clouds.

The purple clouds churned and swallowed the wind dragon as well.

Lu Yan sighed inwardly, thinking that it was indeed a treasure that could influence the void to a certain extent, and it had easily defended against his three ancient treasures.

At the same time, Wen Tianren was also greatly shocked, as the other party actually took out three ancient treasures in one go.

It's already quite difficult for an ordinary Core Formation cultivator to have even one such skill. Who is this person?

But he remained outwardly calm, and sneered, "Is this all the skill you've got? You dare to be so insolent in front of me?"

Lu Yan was too lazy to waste words, and two huge figures had appeared beside him.

The phoenix flapped its wings and cried out, while the black dragon coiled in the void, one fire and one water, rushing straight at the maids and servants.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators cried out and scattered in panic, only to have their protective shield burned through by a single burst of flame from the Illusionary Phoenix Sparrow, and the Black Dragon's tail swept across, turning two attendants into a bloody mist.

Wen Tianren's eyes twitched, and his heart trembled once again. This person not only possessed three ancient treasures, but also kept two such ferocious spirit beasts.

How could encountering a Core Formation cultivator be so troublesome?

But he was now in a dilemma. If he turned around and ran away, where would he put the face of the Six Paths successor?

"I'd like to see just how much you've got up your sleeve!"

Wen Tianren gritted his teeth and unleashed a burst of golden light. The light exploded, transforming into countless golden needles that covered the sky, each radiating an astonishing spiritual pressure.

It was his natal magic weapon, the Heavenly Sun Gilded Needle.

Thousands of golden needles rained down like a storm, aimed directly at the Illusionary Phoenix and the Ink Dragon.

Lu Yan remained calm and composed. A gourd at his waist flew up, and a beam of black light shot out from its mouth, entangling the rain of needles.

"What is this?"

Wen Tianren's expression changed. The black light was extremely strange. Once it entangled the needle rain, it wouldn't let go and actually began to compete with him for control of his natal magic weapon.

He desperately channeled his magic power, causing the thousands of golden needles to tremble violently, and the black light showed faint signs of being broken free.

Seeing this, Lu Yan flipped his other hand and produced a talisman.

The talisman transformed into countless silver needles in the wind, their points as fine as silk, shooting down on Wen Tianren's Heavenly Sun Gilded Needles.

Needle rain against needle rain!

The two needle-like rays collided in the air, producing a dense, crisp sound like a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves.

The silver and golden needles clashed fiercely, annihilating one after another.

Although Wen Tianren's Heavenly Sun Golden Needle was fierce, the Taixu God-Slaying Needle Talisman was, after all, crafted by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Lu Yan poured a large amount of spiritual power into this attack, and its power was so great that it steadily suppressed the Heavenly Sun Golden Needle.

Click!

Several cracks appeared on the surface of the Tianyang gilded needle, and its spiritual light dimmed by more than half in an instant.

The thousands of golden needles seemed to have lost their support and scattered like rain.

The Taixu God-Slaying Needle Talisman also exhausted its spiritual power in this final strike, turning into ashes that drifted away with the wind.

Wen Tianren spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen white.

His natal magic weapon was severely damaged, and his mind was affected. It felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart, and a sharp pain shot through his sea of ​​consciousness. He staggered back two steps, almost falling from mid-air.

"you!"