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

Master Sifa gasped. He had originally intended to say a few polite words to probe the other party's strength and see if there was any room for negotiation. After all, this was on the territory of the demon race, and it was best not to make a move if possible.

But Lu Yan, right off the bat, made his stance completely uncompromising, saying things like "commit suicide on the spot and be allowed to reincarnate." This wasn't negotiation; it was slapping someone in the face.

Although he was confident in Lu Yan's strength, he couldn't help but remind him, "Fellow Daoist Lu, you must not be careless. After the demon race takes human form, they are already much stronger than human cultivators of the same level. Some demons with special bloodlines are even stronger than human cultivators in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Lu Yan didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on Qiu Wanhai, and a slight smile played on his lips.

"In my view, it's like putting up a price tag and selling Seoul."

Qiu Wanhai was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Very well," he said three times, his beady eyes flashing with a fierce light. "I'd like to see how long you can keep up this arrogance!"

Lu Yan's lips curled into a sneer: "Fellow Daoist, you should refrain from making threats. Why don't you call the other two fellow Daoists out as well?"

The other two?

Qiu Wanhai's expression changed slightly. He should only have one helper, so why did the other party say there were two?

Master Sifa was also taken aback. He scanned with all his might, but sensed nothing.

He subconsciously looked at Lu Yan, feeling both surprised and suspicious. Just how strong was this fellow Daoist Lu's divine sense?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter came from beneath the sea, the water surged, and a golden figure slowly rose from the water.

This man had a fierce face, a bald head, and was covered in golden light. His robe, belt, and boots seemed to be made of pure gold, dazzling in the sunlight.

At the same time, another figure emerged from the black mist. It was a burly man, with a robust build, bluish-gray skin, and disproportionately thick forearms that resembled two giant hammers.

He stood expressionless beside Qiu Wanhai, staring coldly at the Golden Flower Ancestor, then glancing at Lu Yan.

Master Sifa gasped upon seeing who it was: "Ancestor Jin Hua? What are you doing here?"

Old Ancestor Jin Hua touched his bald head and laughed, "I've been chased by two transformed demons for days, and I'm too tired to run anymore. I just happened to see some people here, so I came to join in the fun."

Qiu Wanhai sneered, "Golden Flower Ancestor, stop grinning like that! You killed our young master and stole the Dragon Transformation Pearl. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will tear you to pieces!"

The smile on Old Ancestor Jin Hua's face faded slightly, but her words remained sharp: "The Dragon Transformation Pearl was taken by my disciple, and the person was killed by my disciple as well. My disciple was also killed by you, what more do you want?"

Master Sifa felt a chill run down his spine. The young master of the Jiao Clan? Old Ancestor Jin Hua had really stirred up a hornet's nest.

He subconsciously looked at Lu Yan, wanting to see how this fellow Daoist Lu would react.

Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged, but he glanced at the Golden Flower Ancestor once more.

Yin Yue clicked her tongue in her mind, "The Dragon Transformation Pearl? It must be a good thing to be chased by two transformed demons. Brother Lu, let's snatch it."

Lu Yan ignored her and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Jin Hua, it seems you've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble."

The Golden Flower Ancestor sighed and spread his hands, saying, "There's nothing we can do. A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. Fellow Daoist Lu, since we are all human, why not join forces? If we defeat these two demons, the matter of the Dragon Pearl can be discussed."

Qiu Wanhai laughed in fury: "Join forces? With just the few of you? It wouldn't matter who comes today! I've already sent a message to the King; you're all dead!"

Master Sifa's forehead was covered in sweat as he whispered, "Fellow Daoist Lu, we..."

He realized what was happening. The King? Who else could the King Qiu Wanhai was referring to be but the Golden Flood Dragon King?

Even the Golden Flower Ancestor panicked, and the smile on her face vanished completely.

Qiu Wanhai grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, his beady eyes filled with smugness: "Now you know fear? Too late!"

Lu Yan didn't speak, but took out a few copper coins from his storage bag and tossed them aside.

The copper coin tumbled a few times in the air before landing in his palm. He glanced down at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Lu Yan put away the copper coins, his expression calm, no different from before.

The Four Dharma Masters and the Golden Flower Ancestor looked at him, unsure whether he was genuinely calm or just pretending.

Lu Yan didn't explain, but turned to look at the other transformed demon, the burly man who had always been expressionless: "And who is this?"

"Qiu Tianjun," the burly man spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like two stones rubbing against each other.

Lu Yan nodded, his gaze sweeping over Qiu Wanhai, his tone indifferent: "It seems that all that nonsense you were spouting just now was to buy time for the Golden Flood Dragon King to arrive."

Qiu Wanhai sneered, "So what if it is?"

Although he had been cursing harshly, he had witnessed Lu Yan's power in annihilating those demonic beasts. How could he be foolish enough to take action himself? Of course, he secretly sent a message to the king.

"Since that's the case," Lu Yan said, his hands forming hand seals, lightning exploding around him, "then let's finish this quickly."

A golden Dharma image suddenly appeared behind him, with three heads and six arms, and surging crimson-gold lightning.

The Nine Heavens Hammer flew out from his dantian, growing larger as it faced the wind, transforming into a giant hammer several meters long, its body covered with thunder patterns and crackling with electric arcs.

Faxiang reached out one of his arms and grabbed the hammer handle.

The other four arms were not idle either. Two arms formed hand seals, and the mudras changed.

Both arms are facing upwards with fingers spread.

Countless gold and silver runes emerged from the void, densely packed, as if drawn by some force, all surging towards the two palms and disappearing into them.

The runes gathered more and more, condensing into two fist-sized metal spheres in the palm of his hand. The surface of the spheres was covered with lightning patterns, radiating a world-destroying pressure.

Thunder Sacrifice Technique.

Lu Yan himself was not idle either. He raised his hand and summoned a dark green bead, the Illusionary Pearl.

The bead spun around, spreading an invisible magical power.

"The world has been turned upside down."

Qiu Wanhai and Qiu Tianjun both felt dizzy at the same time.

The sea turned into the sky, and the sky turned into the sea. Suddenly, there was no ground beneath my feet, and my body fell downwards involuntarily.

Qiu Wanhai's eight tentacles thrashed wildly, trying to steady himself, but he found that he couldn't even tell up from down.

A slight change finally appeared on Qiu Tianjun's expressionless face. His brows furrowed, and his arms flailed wildly in the air, as if he were grabbing something.

The Four Dharma Masters and the Golden Flower Ancestor both widened their eyes.

They didn't expect that Lu Yan, upon learning of the Golden Flood Dragon King's impending arrival, would not only not flee but would instead take the initiative to attack.

"This fellow Daoist Lu..." Master Sifa's throat went dry.

Golden Flower Ancestor swallowed hard, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Lu Yan and the two demons. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and golden light shone brightly: "Fellow Daoist Lu, I'm here to help you!"

He shouted loudly, but his body language betrayed him; he only took two steps forward, just to make a token gesture.

Master Sifa glanced at him, cursing the old fox in his heart, but he only moved forward three steps.