Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

Inside the rocky forest.

As Lü Xingshan collapsed with a thud, the two-colored scissor magic weapon fell into the rubble, and the puppet beasts he had summoned lost their spiritual control, shrinking into several round balls and remaining still.

The contest of wits is like eggs hitting eggs, or stones striking stones.

Wang Mian, who had been scheming meticulously, finally won this gamble and did not become the one who fell.

After forcibly using the forbidden move to kill Lü Xingshan, Wang Mian also suffered the backlash of the forbidden move. He felt dizzy and weak, with pain in his meridians and weakness all over his body. He could not even maintain his standing posture.

He staggered backward uncontrollably, his face ashen, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. He was at his last gasp, his body severely injured.

In a flash, Bai Jiuniang stood beside Wang Mian, using her demonic power to firmly support him. She quickly stuffed two healing pills into his mouth and helped him swallow them. After the medicinal effects dissipated, she lifted Wang Mian up and placed him on her back.

It knew it couldn't stay there any longer.

Immediately, the demonic power that had been separated shot out like spider silk, precisely picking up the scattered magical artifacts, plucking up the puppet spheres, and pulling off the storage bag from Lu Xingshan's waist.

After carefully examining the body again and realizing there was nothing more to be gained, Bai Jiuniang opened her mouth and spat out a ball of demonic fire, which landed precisely on Lü Xingshan's corpse.

After doing all this, it didn't stop for a moment. Its ten-foot-long demonic form soared into the air, and its enormous, still incredibly light body suddenly drew out a beam of spiritual light and flew away into the distance, gradually disappearing into the sky.

Within the chaotic rock forest, only overturned boulders, shattered stones, and the corpse scorched by demonic fire remained, slowly curling and twisting under its heat.

Less than an incense stick's time had passed since Bai Jiuniang left when a golden light flew in from the horizon—it was Lü Xingyi, who had been pursuing her relentlessly.

He did not see Bai Jiuniang fleeing into the distance.

Instead, from afar, one could see the traces of a battle in the chaotic rock forest, leaving the surrounding area in a mess. Within the raging demonic fire... one could vaguely make out a skeleton?

For no apparent reason, his senses trembled.

A sudden feeling of unease welled up in his heart. He channeled his magical power, causing the golden leaves beneath his feet to accelerate rapidly, transforming into a golden light that rushed towards the ball of demonic fire.

Lu Xingyi leaped off the golden leaf artifact, letting the golden leaf crash into the ground. He stopped after running a few steps due to inertia.

At this moment, the charred corpse, its face completely burned beyond recognition, was right next to them. The crackling sound of burning fat could be clearly heard, accompanied by the pungent smell of roasted meat.

That smell was nauseating.

Within the blazing demonic fire, there was an extremely familiar aura. Only then did Lü Xingyi realize that the person being burned by the demonic fire was clearly his cousin, Lü Xingshan.

After confirming the breath was correct, Lü Xingyi's eyes immediately reddened.

He swiftly cast a water dragon spell to extinguish the burning demonic fire, then stared blankly at the blackened, curled-up charred body for a moment.

Half an hour ago, my cousin was still swearing that he would capture the man, but now he is a charred corpse.

"Brother, how could this be? How could this happen?" Lu Xingyi murmured to himself, his face filled with grief, still unable to believe the undeniable truth before him.

With the Puzzle of the Machine for pursuit, the Purple and Green Scissors by his side, and the help of puppets, even though his cultivation had only recently reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, he shouldn't have ended up like this.

It shouldn't have happened, yet it ended up like this. Could it be that the other party has some other means that can threaten someone at the sixth level of Qi Refining?

Lu Xingyi was unable to witness the event firsthand and was unaware of the details of the contest.

His cousin, a dignified cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, was first exhausted by the long escape, then attacked by talismans, and then drained by protective magic artifacts. After resisting Kui Leizi, he was almost completely drained of his magic power before he was finally found an opportunity to be killed with his sword intent.

Unbeknownst to him, even with such a calculated move, the murderer still suffered a backlash from his sword strikes and fled in disarray, his fate now unknown.

"The disaster of underestimating the enemy... the disaster of recklessness... alas!" Lu Xingyi sighed.

If he hadn't been reckless, hadn't underestimated his enemy, and hadn't acted rashly, his cousin might not have met such a tragic end.

With a whooshing sound, Bian Zening descended from the sky with his magical artifact. He was the most powerful cultivator and the first Bian clan member to arrive at the scene. When he noticed the charred corpse next to Lü Xingyi, his pupils instantly shrank.

Looking around, there was no one or dog in sight, and seeing Lü Xingyi's sorrowful expression, Bian Zening knew without guessing that the charred corpse belonged to another cultivator from the Lü family.

died?

He just died like that?

Even a Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator from the Lü Clan fell into the hands of that little thief.

Bian Zening's heart was in turmoil, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty. He felt as if a sword was hanging over his head. Judging from this scene, it was not hard to deduce that with such an enemy, the danger of the Bian family's downfall was even greater.

"Fellow Daoist, please accept my condolences." Bian Zening's words sounded rather dry.

Lu Xingyi was overcome with grief and did not respond to him.

Unable to suppress his anxiety, Bian Zening also lost interest. The two remained silent, making the atmosphere in the room exceptionally quiet. Only the continuous whooshing of magical artifacts broke the silence.

Other cultivators from the Bian clan have arrived.

The few people who had just arrived at the scene looked around and immediately understood the situation. After exchanging glances, they all fell silent.

That little thief has now grown powerful enough to kill even a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator. Apart from the clan leader Bian Zening, who in the entire Bian Immortal Clan can rival him?

They all knew perfectly well that an invisible sword was now hanging over their heads, ready to strike at any time and from any place.

"Fellow Daoist Lü, please accept my condolences. How about we first collect Fellow Daoist Xingshan's remains and then make further plans?" Bian Zening, who had been standing to the side for a long time, finally spoke.

Lu Xingyi did not refute, but cast an ice spell and silently collected his cousin's remains and put them into his storage bag.

Immediately, he stepped onto the golden leaf magic artifact, looked at the worried Bian family, and left the chaotic stone forest after saying that he would return to Taixi Lake to report.

The group of Bian family cultivators were left looking at each other.

Bian Dongxu was the first to examine the surrounding traces and concluded: "This person is used to using talismans and disposable magical artifacts to fight. The magical artifact he used this time is even more powerful than last time. He is still taking a risky gamble and killing the Lü family."

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Bian Dongxu recalled the time they fought at Songlintan. He had witnessed Wang Mian's ferocity in fighting to the death, even when he was at his wit's end, he would trade his life for another.

This time, they once again took a risky gamble and killed the Lü family cultivators.

Under such a strategy of using war to sustain war, the Qi Refining Level 2 cultivators that the Bian clan could once easily subdue have now become a major threat capable of killing Qi Refining Level 6 cultivators.

"It uses Kui Thunder Seeds. Even a Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator would need to exert all their strength to withstand the scorching lightning after the explosion. This talisman is not an ordinary mid-grade talisman either. Most of these things are prepared for my Bian family," Bian Zeyan said.

Wang Mian was mostly unaware that the Lü family had cultivators in Fenglei Valley. He secretly came to investigate, but unexpectedly, the Lü family's Qi Refining technique was unleashed, forcing him to fight them. This time, the Lü family actually shielded the Bian family from disaster.

Desperados, vengeful and ruthless, well-prepared, elusive, with rapidly increasing cultivation and aided by a mid-grade demonic beast, had provoked such an enemy. Bian Zening felt his family was in grave danger.

"Dongxu, if I asked you to marry into Jitou Mountain, would you be willing?" Bian Zening asked.

As the crisis at home worsened, he decided not to put all his eggs in one basket and planned to send his children away to seek refuge, thus ensuring the continuation of the family line.

Those of the Ze generation stayed in Fenglei Valley, guarding Tiegu Sou, waiting for Wang Mian to arrive.

If you can kill the opponent, then everything will be fine. If you can't kill them and instead suffer harm, at least you'll survive and your lineage won't be wiped out.

"Uncle, why did it have to come to this?" A casual remark sent a surge of regret through Bian Dongxu.

Bian Zening sighed.

The cultivation world has always been cruel. If you have the intention to kill, you must eliminate the root of the problem. If you have the intention to plot, you must succeed. Otherwise, the cycle of cause and effect will bring retribution.

"You have the best talent in the family, and the female body cultivators on Chicken Head Mountain are very protective of you. They can protect you." Bian Zening looked in the direction of Chicken Head Mountain: "The other minor immortal clans can't protect you."

Wang Mian will not let this go easily. If he doesn't die this time, next time might be the time for a life-or-death battle with the Bian family.

He can die, his wife, children, and brothers can die, but the Bian clan of immortals cannot perish.

"Uncle, let me think of another solution." He didn't want to go to Chicken Head Mountain unless absolutely necessary.