Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

In the latter half of the night, the moon hung high in the sky.

Dozens of miles away from the Snake-Entwined Pass, in a secluded valley, the sound of exploding talismans suddenly filled the air, engulfing screams in the explosions.

Then the cultivator cast a spell, the light of which shimmered. Those struck by it were torn apart like rags, their bodies scattered into pieces. Before they could even let out a scream, they were sent to the Western Paradise or the Underworld.

The spear, like a dragon, could take a life the moment its cold light touched the ground.

The longsword flashed with light, and its sword energy slaughtered living beings the moment it was unleashed.

The man and woman moved with an inexplicable coordination and a strange tacit understanding, and in a short time, they created several more corpses on the ground.

They moved in a pincer formation, slowly approaching the cultivator with the highest cultivation level, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Above the valley.

Two burly figures watched down at everything happening in the valley, their eyes following the eighteen-foot-long spear as it slashed, stabbed, and slashed to kill several cultivators.

The female cultivator who was stabbing someone in the neck while laughing was truly a different person from the young clan leader. Seeing this, both of them fell silent.

"One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black. If you follow good people, you'll learn to be good. If you follow this wild brat from Luopo Mountain, you'll turn bad sooner or later." The moonlight shone down, illuminating the complaining face in the thin mist.

She had a face that looked like she was in her thirties, with a gentle and auspicious appearance, but her rough voice was full of dissatisfaction.

The other female cultivator beside her chuckled softly, but her opinion differed. She didn't think it was a bad thing, since as the young clan leader, experiencing more battles was a good thing.

The clan is stable, and members have made friends from all sides. There is very little killing. Cultivation cannot be done in seclusion. The purpose of practicing magic power and spells is not only to avoid being killed, but also to kill.

"In my opinion, it's more like a woman following her husband wherever he goes." The female cultivator with a square face had a gentle and charming voice: "This person has three-tenths of the talent to be a young clan leader, but unfortunately he comes from a rogue cultivator background and can't help his family business at all, so he's not a good match."

The young patriarch of the Su clan should be chosen from a virtuous family with excellent talent, abundant wealth, and prosperous elders.

Even if we can't choose a pillar of the immortal race who has a 70-80% chance of reaching Foundation Establishment, we should at least choose a genius cultivator who can easily reach the late stage of Qi Refining and has a 10-20% chance of reaching Foundation Establishment.

The Su Immortal Clan has not produced a Foundation Establishment cultivator for a long time, and the hopes for this generation's Foundation Establishment cultivators all rest on the young clan leader.

"My aunt has sent word that once this matter is over, she will be taken back to the clan," the gentle-looking female cultivator said. "To prevent her from getting too wild outside."

Hearing this, the square-faced woman disagreed. She felt that this experience of training and fighting was not a bad thing. What was wrong with getting wild? A wild cat was better than a raccoon.

"You keep calling her 'Auntie,' but isn't the young clan leader safe and sound? She's not a caged bird or a canary; she can cultivate anywhere. Killing a few more cultivators will improve her marksmanship considerably. Isn't that more effective than you sparring with her?" The square-faced female cultivator's voice was full of opposition.

The gentle female cultivator did not argue with her, knowing that this elder sister believed that true gold is not afraid of being tested by fire, and that only through trials and tribulations can one become successful. She always believed that the clan should not protect the young clan leader so well.

She didn't even want to think that the old clan chief only had this one son.

She simply took out the Thousand-Mile Talisman, looked at her disgruntled elder sister, handed her the talisman, and said in a rough voice, "Come, come, talk to your aunt and tell her not to rush you. Let the young clan leader kill a few more cultivators first."

The square-faced female cultivator turned her face away.

She was not resentful of her aunts in the clan, but she was not afraid of them; she did not want to go back and suffer the iron hammer punishment.

"Don't try to threaten me with your aunt. I'm not afraid of them. If I could beat them, I would find seventy or eighty young men and send them to their beds, so they wouldn't care about anything else," the square-faced female cultivator said viciously.

But that gentle, watery voice sounded so soft and weak no matter how you looked at it.

A series of explosions rang out below. The two stopped arguing and looked down. They saw sword energy swirling and spear light flashing as they engaged in a fierce battle with the Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator.

Wang Mian's perfect Four Seasons Sword Technique was a continuous stream of sword moves and deadly attacks. Su Fuyao coordinated from the side, her spear darting out like a snake, her arms glowing with a faint purple light, her spiritual eyes wide open, attacking any openings she could find.

Bai Jiuniang dodged and weaved, waiting for an opportunity to unleash her demonic magic to attack.

The two were not ordinary Qi Refining Level 4 cultivators to begin with, and they would not be much weaker than Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators when facing each other alone. Now, with their combined strength, they defeated the Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator.

The cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining felt deeply humiliated.

After retreating from She Chan'ao, he did not lead his men back to the clan. Instead, he chose this secluded place to hide for a few days until the storm passed before returning to the clan.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Wang Mian and Su Fuyao quietly sneaked over. They first launched a fierce attack with a large number of talismans, and then used swift killing to kill the cultivators one after another. The two men and the dog killed all the remaining cultivators in a short time.

In the blink of an eye, he was all alone.

One of the two men had a sharp and ruthless swordsmanship, while the other had a wide and sweeping spear technique. With a demonic beast lurking nearby, they gradually put him in a dangerous situation, leaving him only able to parry and gradually losing the ability to fight back.

"Fellow Daoists, please have mercy. I am willing to offer you my storage bag and swear I will never offend you again. May I have a chance to survive?" The Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator was already in a state of decline, and knowing that Wang Mian and his companion had formidable trump cards, he was destined to be the loser in this battle.

His heart was filled with resentment, hating that the green-robed cultivator had acted on his own initiative, coercing and threatening him to join the battle, leading to this deadly predicament.

The spies in the house were just for show; even when the legitimate daughter of the Su Clan came, they couldn't find a trace of her, causing the entire mission to fail and resulting in a terrible backlash.

Su Fuyao and Wang Mian activated their protective magical artifacts, making them shine brightly. Neither of them had any intention of letting the other go, and their attacks became even more fierce.

Such an attitude filled the Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator who was fighting against him with despair.

"Since you two are being so aggressive, don't blame me for taking you both down with me." As soon as he said this, two Kui Thunder Bombs appeared in his hand. After activating them, he threw them at Wang Mian and the other man.

Wang Mian was extremely familiar with Kui Leizi.

Two streaks of blue and red light flashed, striking the flying Kui Lei Zi and pulling Su Fuyao close in a flash, then blasting him back several feet away.

The purple and green scissors collided with the Kui thunderbolt.

Suddenly.

Two thunderous booms resounded.

Flames roared up, engulfing the sky in flames, interspersed with serpentine lightning, creating a hurricane-like storm. The heatwave rolled in, tearing the ground apart and shattering the rocks, turning the purple and blue scissors that were drawn inward into molten iron.

This also sent Wang Mian and Su Fuyao flying several feet away, crashing into the bushes.

The large shield that Su Fuyao hastily took out was mostly melted away by the lightning and fire, and was completely ruined. The spiritual light emitted by the large blue seal was shattered, leaving only the light of a few layers of protective talismans to envelop the two of them.

Held in Wang Mian's arms, Su Fuyao was still somewhat shaken; the power of that Kui Lei Zi was truly immense.

If Wang Mian hadn't reacted quickly, she would still be engulfed in lightning and fire.

"Fellow Daoist Su, are you alright?" Wang Mian held a thick stack of Xuanjia protective talismans, most of which had already dimmed. He looked down at Su Fuyao in his arms.

Su Fuyao came to her senses and realized that she was still in Wang Mian's arms, which was somewhat ambiguous.

"Since there's nothing wrong, fellow Daoist, please get up and deal with that cultivator first!" Wang Mian patted her shoulder, signaling her to get up quickly, as the person was about to run away.

Su Fuyao stared at Wang Mian for a moment, and saw that his face was urgent, full of anxiety and desire to kill the enemy.

With a light laugh, she replied, "Fellow Daoist, please don't be in such a hurry. I will get off you now."