Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

After finishing off Bian Zemin with a single sword strike, Wang Mian used the Jinghong Sword to pick up the storage bag, whose outer layer was charred black and stained with grease and blood, and instantly refined it.

He rummaged through his storage bag for something that could heal his wounds. After a moment, Wang Mian found a jade bottle in his hand. The bottle was labeled with the words "Spiritual Injury Pill," which brought a look of joy to his face.

Spiritual Cure Pill.

Compared to the Healing Pill, the Spirit Wound Pill is undoubtedly more effective, especially for external injuries. He immediately tore open the seal, poured out one pill, and fed it to Bai Jiuniang.

Bai Jiuniang couldn't refuse, but felt that Wang Mian was making a mountain out of a molehill.

It had just swallowed two healing pills, so its internal organs were fine, but its external injuries were severe. The beast had strong bones and thick skin, so it would recover in a short time.

After swallowing another Spirit Cure Pill, Bai Jiuniang felt a slight coolness in the injured area, and the pain in the wound was no longer so unbearable.

"Eat this Yellow Dragon Pill as well." Wang Mian took out the only two Yellow Dragon Pills in his storage bag. The Yellow Dragon Pill has the effect of restoring magic power. Now, both he and Bai Jiuniang have empty dantian and have long exhausted their magic power.

Each of them swallowed one, and as their magical power recovered, Bai Jiuniang's injuries gradually stabilized, and Wang Mian immediately left Yixian Gorge.

Don't stay here for long.

At this moment, he killed Bian Zemin. The Bian family had probably already received news of Bian Zemin's death, and hurriedly collected the magical artifacts on the ground and put away the corpse.

Wang Mian went straight into Luopo Mountain. He did not return to Songlintan, but went straight to Wanxiang Valley.

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Shortly after Wang Mian left, the Bian family cultivators swarmed out of Yixian Gorge, their speeding magical artifacts stopping at the gorge entrance as they stared at the chaotic battle scene below.

As the magical artifact descended, the clan leader, Bian Zening, sensed the lingering familiar aura and stared at the ground with a sorrowful expression. Unlike the surrounding darkness scorched by lightning and fire, a humanoid silhouette stood out prominently in the center.

The soul talisman in his hand had long since lost its original color.

"Ze Min~" Bian Zening cried out in pain.

Of the seven brothers who grew up together, three have passed away, and now another one has left, leaving only three alive.

For months, Bian Zening had suffered the loss of his son and then his brother. He was filled with grief and heartache at losing the support of his family, and he didn't know where to vent his emotions.

On the other side.

Suppressing his grief and anger, Byun Dong-wook looked around and picked up a tuft of white fur from the ground, following the trail of blood. Staring at the dog hair in his hand, Byun Dong-wook, his eyes bloodshot, felt a murderous intent about to burst from his chest.

It's him.

It's it!

This was their revenge against the Bian family.

Bian Dongxu had considered the possibility of retaliation, since from the other party's perspective, they had attacked first without provocation and nearly killed them, so retaliation was only reasonable.

He never imagined that his second uncle would be the first to suffer.

How could it be my second uncle?

"Dongxu, come here quickly, there are words here." Bian Zeyan pointed to a flat rock and said.

Upon hearing this, the group gathered around, their gazes fixed on the rock face, where two lines of hastily written characters came into view.

[A few months ago, I was ambushed and nearly killed by your clan. I barely escaped with my life. Today, I'll kill one of your clan members as a token of my gratitude!]

[I have also heard that my elder is a guest of your esteemed clan. I hope you will treat him well. Otherwise, please do not blame me for extracting Bian Er's soul, refining his spirit, skinning him to make tools, and grinding his bones to ashes.]

One line represents cause and effect, the other represents a threat.

In truth, both lines should be considered threats, but the wording carried an added layer of threat, as if the threat was a threat of being afraid to act rashly.

Undoubtedly, these two lines of text enraged the Bian family so much that they gritted their teeth and flew into a rage, smashing the ground to pieces with their magical artifacts in a fit of rage.

Even the usually composed clan leader, Bian Zening, was clamoring to rush into Luopo Mountain, drag the man out, chop him up and feed him to the dogs, and mince him into meat paste to feed the fish.

As for Bian Zeyan, who was already irritable, he picked up his magic weapon and was about to rush into Luopo Mountain. His reason had been burned by anger, and he didn't even consider whether he could find his enemy.

Bian Dongxu was also deeply saddened and filled with anger.

However, he still retained some rationality and stopped his two uncles, earnestly advising them: "Since he already knows we've captured someone, he'll eventually walk right into our trap. Going into Fallen Mountain now, where are we going to find him?"

They fled into the mountains, and even the local markets were hard to find for a while. Bian Dongxu hired experts in tracking and locating people, but they still returned empty-handed.

If they could have found the person, how could this have happened?

Bian Zeqi remained silent, looking at the scorched ground licked by lightning, and let out a long sigh.

He, who had always been of low cultivation and served only Ling Gu in the clan without much ambition, murmured to himself, "Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and lost in danger as well. If I had known this would happen, why did I provoke such people in the first place?"

Because of this incident, he lost his son and then his brother, suffering the pain of losing two blood relatives in succession, which made his remorse grow stronger and stronger.

The Fei family has become a laughing stock. In this attack, they couldn't even protect their most important talisman master. Like a black snake whose vital spot has been hit, they suffered heavy losses.

Without talisman masters, the talisman shop had to close down, and the family's biggest source of income disappeared.

Relying solely on the output of spirit fields, spirit pools, and spirit herbs would hardly be enough to support the family.

"Youngest brother, a cultivator's life and death are determined by fate, so why say such discouraging things?" Bian Zeyan felt that he was boosting the other's morale and diminishing his own.

He also resented his youngest son's cowardly behavior, which lacked any backbone. The decision was made collectively by the family, and the consequences should be borne by all members of the family. Even if the cost was heavy, they should do their best to solve the problem.

"What the youngest brother said isn't all wrong. This kid has now become a major threat." Bian Zening looked at the traces of the battle around him: sword marks, Yin lightning bolts, monster footprints, and mid-grade talismans. These traces were very obvious.

How could a mere rogue cultivator possess so many skills? He was able to kill someone at the third level of Qi Refining when he was only at the second level of Qi Refining, and now even a talisman master at the fifth level of Qi Refining with numerous skills has died at his hands.

If we wait a few more years, will even someone like him, who is at the late stage of Qi Refining, suffer a terrible fate?

Thinking of this, Bian Zening felt a gloomy atmosphere in his heart.

What worries him even more is that his second brother also possesses the clan's heritage, which is one of the foundations of the Bian clan, and he fears that the other party may also obtain it.

"The Lü family is a bunch of scoundrels," Bian Zeyan muttered under his breath. "They're unworthy of being called a prominent clan."

Those two Qi Refining Level 6 cultivators from the Lü clan have remained completely inactive since arriving at the Bian family. They neither searched for anyone, devised any strategies, nor inquired about anything.

They are neither true offerings nor true guests. They are arrogant, haughty, and disdainful of others. They also occupy a lot of cultivation resources. In Bian Zeyan's opinion, even two dogs would be more useful than them.

"Fourth Uncle, watch your words," Bian Dongxu interrupted his cursing.

The clan is small and weak; if the Lü family sends even two Qi Refining Level 7 cultivators, they could easily slaughter the Bian family without leaving a single survivor. These words must not fall into the Lü family's ears.

The powerful clan has deep roots and many tricks up its sleeve; who knows if there are eavesdroppers?

"Ugh!" Bian Zeyan punched his thigh twice, then couldn't help but yell, "Those two bastards, why aren't they here yet?"

"Fourth Uncle, keep cursing. They should be arriving soon. They've overheard everything. Tomorrow, not even a chicken or a dog will be left in the house," Bian Dongxu said.

Bian Zeyan shut his mouth and remained silent.

Just as the group was talking, two more figures rode magical artifacts and rushed out of the First Line Gorge, finally stopping not far from the Bian family members.

With a simple nod, they considered their greeting to the Bian family. The two put away their magical artifacts and carefully examined the surrounding traces, running their fingers over the stone wall to feel the sword marks.

Seemingly sharing the same judgment, the two exchanged a glance without making it obvious.

"It's not caused by sword light, but by sword energy." One of them transmitted his voice secretly, his excited voice reaching the other's ears: "Come and see, isn't it sword energy?"

His excited tone was as if he were about to win the lottery.

"It is indeed sword energy," he confirmed telepathically, his tone tinged with surprise.

Originally, the two had some complaints about their family sending them to this remote and impoverished place, but now, those thoughts had vanished without a trace.