Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

In the mountains.

Two burly figures, their auras barely concealed, leaned on the handles of spiked clubs, their eyes gleaming with spiritual light. The thick mountain fog did not impede their vision at all, allowing them to take in the entire battlefield of Snake Coil Pass.

You can see Bai Jiuniang being entangled and blocked by several Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators, you can see Su Fuyao being forced to defend herself by that Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator, and you can also see Wang Mian turning the tables on that green-robed Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator.

All of this was observed by the two of them.

"Have you ever heard of such a strange, sharp, and powerful sword technique?" the female cultivator asked in a softer voice.

The reply came from a rough voice, as if it had been scorched by smoke and fire: "I've never heard of it, but from a fleeting glimpse, that shimmering aura that cut through rocks and trees like tofu was undoubtedly sword energy."

Many cultivators practice swordsmanship, but very few can master sword energy.

One must master the sword technique to a high level and be proficient in it. Only by combining the two can sword energy be generated. Sword energy is extremely sharp, and even cultivators with much higher cultivation levels must be careful to deal with its sharpness.

She was also puzzled about what move Wang Mian used. He might be able to cut through the fifth level of Qi Refining with just sword energy, but it was impossible for him to cut through the sixth level of Qi Refining. Wang Mian had already cut through the Azure Scale Python before, and now he had cut through the sixth level of Qi Refining with this move.

Its power is truly terrifying.

Even from a great distance, seeing that sword technique evoked a sense of threatening danger that sent chills down one's spine.

"The young clan leader's situation is quite perilous. Should we continue to observe and hone his skills?" The female cultivator with a somewhat rough voice asked, her gaze lingering on the snake-entwined ravine.

The other female cultivator shook her head.

She watched as Wang Mian swallowed the pill, took the head, and hurriedly descended the mountain. A smile appeared on her lips: "The young master has plenty of magical artifacts and pills, and he also has an escape technique. He won't be in any danger. Let him hone his skills."

She wasn't worried about Su Fuyao. Even if she couldn't defeat Su Fuyao, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, she could still escape and wouldn't be in any danger.

At this moment, she was even more eager to see what Wang Mian was going to do.

"That cultivator's magic power is completely exhausted. Going down there would only be suicide. Could he have other methods?" The female cultivator with a gentle voice looked at Wang Mian descending the ridge and couldn't help but wonder.

"I just want to see whether he's going down there to save his dog or the young clan leader." The rough female voice replied, "If he just stands by, the young clan leader will see through his true colors; such a petty person is not to be associated with."

"That's well-intentioned, just like your aunt, unlike you."

The rough voice chuckled: "It was what my aunt taught me before we came. If my brain could have come up with all this, I would have rushed out and torn that cultivator's bones to shreds long ago."

The other nun was speechless.

Under their watchful eyes, Wang Mian, who had swallowed two healing pills and two Yellow Dragon Pills, was flying down into the Snake-Entwined Ravine, cold sweat dripping from his forehead due to the intense pain.

At least three ribs were broken, and his internal organs were aching, most likely due to injuries. The dissolved pills began to take effect slowly, and the injuries stopped worsening. Two Yellow Dragon Pills took effect, and his magical power was slowly restored.

Not too far apart, Wang Mian gradually approached the Snake-Entwined Pass and could already see the flashing lights of the battle magic.

Wang Mian wiped away his sweat, feigning ease, leaped down the cliff, and raised the severed head he was carrying: "Fellow Daoist Su, I have already beheaded this cowardly fellow."

The room fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Su Fuyao turned his head and saw Wang Mian holding a severed head. His face showed surprise. The Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator who was fighting with him did not show his face, but his eyes were fixed on the severed head in Wang Mian's hand.

The other cultivators who were surrounding and killing Bai Jiuniang also stared at the head.

The next moment, a female cultivator's mournful voice rang out, her voice filled with anguish: "Ah~ Brother~!"

Wang Mian turned his head to look at her, his long sword gleaming in the light. He held the severed head high, laughing arrogantly, "Since he is your elder brother... Fellow Daoist, would you like to avenge your brother?"

The female cultivator rushed out, but was stopped by someone.

Under the cover of the Dust Concealment Technique, without the Spirit Eye, one would only perceive Wang Mian's cultivation aura as a chaotic mass. Furthermore, given his ability to slay a Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator while feigning composure, it would be difficult to discern the truth in a short time.

The group that surrounded and killed Bai Jiuniang wasn't a united force; each had their own mission and stance. Only the two female cultivators they managed to retain—one at the fourth level of Qi Refining and the other at the fifth—were considered part of her group.

After tossing two healing pills into Bai Jiuniang's mouth, Wang Mian, seeing that the female cultivator wasn't coming, went straight to Su Fuyao.

"Fellow Daoist Su, you look rather disheveled!" Wang Mian's smile carried a hint of teasing.

At this moment, Su Fuyao's inner armor was visible, and his outer robe was torn in many places, revealing his light purple skin underneath. He was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and his undisguised magical power showed signs of exhaustion.

He's only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, yet he managed to hold off a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator for so long. Perhaps he still has some trump cards up his sleeve. He truly lives up to his status as a disciple of the Immortal Clan.

"I've been waiting for you, fellow Daoist." Su Fuyao approached Wang Mian without making a sound. She was looking for an opening in her fight, and with her spiritual eyes still open, she had already seen that Wang Mian was all bark and no bite, a true case of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

His magical power was only at a shallow level, and he had also suffered internal injuries. Yet he still came to his side to intimidate his enemies instead of fleeing far away with Bai Jiuniang. This moved Su Fuyao deeply.

Wang Mian nodded slightly and threw the severed head away.

"We have never seen your true face, fellow Daoist, and we imagine that you would find it difficult to defeat us. Now that we have lost our fellow Daoist, shall we still fight and battle to determine who is alive and who is dead?" Wang Mian said.

He was merely at the end of his rope; in a real fight, he was no match for the physical cultivator Su Fuyao.

Without moving the talisman, they could only wait and see if Su Fuyao could hold off the opponent and if Bai Jiuniang could hold off all the other cultivators until he recovered his magic power.

The other party is not mentally challenged; there's no way they would give him such an opportunity.

"If it comes to a fight, I am not afraid of him. It's a good opportunity to test the power of this Thunderclap Sword." Su Fuyao reached into her storage bag and took out a foot-long short sword.

When magic power is channeled into it, lightning flashes, small yet emanating an extremely dangerous aura. Such power would likely not be pleasant even for someone at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

This is one of Su Fuyao's trump cards. This sword is a one-time use magic weapon. Once activated, it is a one-way trip and can injure cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining.

Upon seeing Wang Mian bring his head and then Su Fuyao take out her magic weapon, the Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator knew that it would be difficult to kill Wang Mian and his companion quickly this time, and that Su Fuyao had most likely sent a message home.

If this drags on, the situation will only become more and more unfavorable.

Originally, the goal was only to kill Wang Mian, but unexpectedly Su Fuyao was also there. Forced to take action, they were unable to kill him for a long time. Wang Mian was also extremely sharp and could cut through a Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator.

This time, it seems we'll have to back down.

"withdraw!"

Seeing the small sword in Su Fuyao's hand gradually gaining more spiritual light, Wang Mian also took out several talismans with intricate lines. Without further hesitation, he ordered them to be withdrawn.

The female cultivator glared at Wang Mian several times before flying away.

Wang Mian had already collected the scraps of cloth, intending to extract their essence. Su Fuyao rubbed an unknown stem in her hand, scattering tiny specks of barely perceptible powder. The powder seemed to chase after the spiritual energy, rushing towards the other party.

Seeing the opponent retreat and disappear into the thick fog, Su Fuyao took out another array plate and set up a heavy defensive array, but he dared not relax and stood in the hollow for a long time.

"Shall we go?" she asked.

Bai Jiuniang twitched her nose and then nodded.

Wang Miancai replied, "I'm leaving."

Then, the two of them sat down on the ground with a thud. Wang Mian was unable to suppress the blood flowing from his mouth, and Su Fuyao lost all his composure and looked utterly disheveled.

We looked at each other and smiled.

"Did you memorize the aura?" Wang Mian asked her. He had just noticed Su Fuyao's barely perceptible little movements, and Wang Mian knew that she was searching for something that could detect auras.

In his storage bag, something containing the other party's aura was already floating on the control plate.

Su Fuyao nodded. She knew Wang Mian was a vengeful and unforgiving person, and he certainly wouldn't let this go unpunished; he'd probably want to wipe out everyone involved. "I've got it. What about you?"

Wang Mian nodded, slowly dissolving the remaining medicinal power of the pill.

Once his cultivation had recovered and his injuries were under control, he looked at Su Fuyao and asked, "Fellow Daoist Su, do you dare to commit the act of annihilating an entire clan?"

She guessed correctly. Wang Mian never delayed taking revenge if he had the ability. He took out the compass, and the pointer turned and then stopped in one direction.

Su Fuyao chuckled: "I am willing to follow you, fellow Daoist, into a perilous journey."

That smile.

This sentence.

This made Wang Mian's heart skip a beat for no apparent reason.