I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Chapter 84, Section 82: I dare say this is forced construction.

Yinshan Zhenren stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the entrance to the secret realm shrouded in sword energy in the distance, and slowly spoke: "This ancient Witch Ghost Path secret realm, with twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators and a fourth-grade formation, was completely sealed by a single sword energy from that Golden Core True Monarch of the Sword Pavilion. Senior Brother Chongguang originally intended for me to come here for a trial, but now it seems to be a good opportunity to test Ye Yan."

He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Once the secret realm opens, the karma will fall on me."

This world is governed by a vast web of cause and effect.

The ancient traditions of witchcraft and ghosts need to be revived, but Ye Yan has no interest in them, nor does Master Yinshan.

Whoever revitalizes the nation bears the consequences; whoever bears the consequences is bound to this wrecked ship.

Ye Yan passed the hot potato to Lü Yang, giving him the opportunity to listen to You, plus a brain that had been enhanced a billion times over.

Ye Yan himself took the benefits and left, clean and tidy, without getting involved in any karma.

That's the rule of this world.

If you accept benefits from others, you must bear the consequences of their actions.

Foundation Establishment cultivators can easily calculate the causal relationships of Qi Refining cultivators.

Once the opportunity arises, talent becomes useless.

It's just a "consumable," who would care?

Master Yinshan sighed and looked at the sharp sword aura that stretched across the sky and earth in the distance: "The sword aura of a Golden Core True Monarch, a sword strike unleashed from tens of thousands of miles away, still possesses undiminished power. As long as the Witchcraft and Ghost Path exists, so too does the sword aura."

That sword energy, like divine punishment, was forever nailed to the entrance of the secret realm, reminding everyone who tried to approach it.

You are not welcome here.

Especially the demonic path.

This is also why Ye Yan dared not go in. Yinshan Zhenren dared not go in either.

Once inside, Ye Yan was certain he would die.

Who would dare take this risk?

A single sword strike from a Golden Core True Monarch could nearly kill Chen Taihe; for someone at the Qi Refining Realm, going in would be like offering himself up as food.

After the secret realm test was completed, Ye Yan on the other side suddenly hummed in agreement.

He sensed that the threads binding him in the great web of cause and effect were receding one by one, and no one was counting on him anymore.

Ye Yan immediately shot out with a burst of light, his figure rising from the ground. His vision suddenly opened up, and he saw two people on the cliff: Yinshan Zhenren and Luo Wuyai standing behind him with his hands at his sides.

When Yinshan Zhenren met Ye Yan's gaze, he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Ye Yan shook his head, understanding dawning on his mind.

Master Chongguang, having nothing better to do, is calculating his worth again. Master Yinshan is merely an executor, incidentally plotting against him and Lü Yang.

Lu Yang was weak and deserved to be ambushed, but did Ye Yan have that kind of good temper?

The Sword of Severing Thoughts was drawn.

Hundreds of miles apart, Ye Yan stood holding his sword, pouring all his magical power into the blade.

The Sword of Severing Thoughts hummed and vibrated, as if it too had suffered a great injustice and was eager to vent its frustration.

Ye Yan swung his sword, and three incomparably sharp sword energies burst forth from the tip of the sword, directly disappearing into the void and slashing towards the direction of Yinshan Zhenren.

Clang!

Sword energy pierced the air, shattering the void.

Lu Yang was cultivating in his cave when he suddenly felt a sense of exhilaration as his Dao heart became clear.

He opened his eyes and looked into the distance, where he saw three sword energies slashing across the sky, each containing the power of a Foundation Establishment True Person.

Lu Yang's lips curled up, and he thought to himself: This Foundation Establishment cultivator is probably in trouble. Senior Brother Ye is so petty.

Ye Yan sheathed his sword and turned back to the Little Soul Palace.

Master Yinshan sensed the approaching sword energy and shook his head with a chuckle: "It seems this junior brother has quite a temper."

He grabbed Luo Wuyai, shattered the void, and vanished from his spot. But the three sword energies were extremely fast and also disappeared into the void, relentlessly pursuing him.

Yinshan Zhenren was shocked; this was the strength of the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage!

Only then did he realize that this junior brother was no ordinary person.

Ye Yan arrived at Lü Yang's cultivation room. As soon as he entered, he saw the communication light flashing on Yun Miaoqing's hand.

Ye Yan smiled: "It seems your sister has come to see you."

He was already planning in his mind how to use this opportunity to pay his respects to Yun Miaozhen.

By exploiting a bug, you can enter the Witch's Realm.

Yun Miaoqing's expression was complicated as she answered the call.

Lu Yang came over to watch the commotion, thinking it was some kind of friendly chatter between sisters.

The next second, a cold, harsh voice came through the communication light: "Miaoqing, how come you're still not dead?"

Ye Yan and Lü Yang were both stunned.

The first thing he said wasn't a greeting or a show of concern, but rather, "How come you're still alive?"

Ye Yan was the first to lose his composure and burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm: "What a true disciple of the Sword Pavilion!"

What a prodigy! Her very first words were a wish for her younger sister's death. Is this the way of the Sword Pavilion? Is this the righteous path? It's truly an eye-opener!

Lu Yang shook his head and sighed, "I thought the Holy Sect was already quite beastly, but I didn't expect the Sword Pavilion to be even worse. At least the Holy Sect would find a reason to kill someone, but you Sword Pavilion are too lazy to even find a reason. How come you're still alive?" Six words, crisp and decisive, killing the heart and soul.

Ye Yan and Lü Yang are better off staying at the Holy Sect!

Here, everyone in the Demon Sect is talented and speaks very well. They love it here.

Yun Miaoqing was stunned.

She thought her sister had come to check on her, to ask if she was alright.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, "No, sister, everyone here is a good person. Senior Brother Ye is very kind to me, and Senior Brother Lü takes good care of me too. I haven't fallen into demonic possession, I really haven't."

Ye Yan's lips twitched.

Who the hell is your senior brother?!

Just spouting nonsense?

In the original story, Yun Miaoqing was so naive that she was sold out and even helped the seller count the money.

Even at a time like this, you're still making excuses for your sister.

Yun Miaozhen immediately hung up the call.

Far away in the market, she frowned as she watched the spiritual light in her hand dissipate, and she concluded in her heart: her sister had truly gone mad, defending the demonic path, and there was no hope of escaping her tribulation. She lowered her eyes, two unnatural blushes rising on her fair cheeks, and her legs unconsciously pressed together, rubbing gently against each other.

Her body was slightly feverish. The thought of her younger sister, who looked exactly like her, being under the control of demonic cultivators made her heart race uncontrollably.

That feeling was shameful, yet unbearable.

Outside the market, Yun Miaozhen's escape light descended.

Ye Yan, Lü Yang, and Yun Miaoqing had been waiting for a long time.

Lu Yang wanted to explain, but Ye Yan was too lazy to waste words. He transformed into a giant hand and instantly pulled Yun Miaozhen out of the escape light.

Yun Miaozhen landed in front of the three people, her clothes disheveled, but she still managed to maintain the arrogance of a true disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

She glared at Ye Yan, her eyes wide, and said sharply, "As expected! You've fallen into demonic possession! You're beyond redemption! My sister, in the hands of someone like you, will only become a plaything of the demonic path! An enemy of the righteous path, everyone has the right to kill her!"

Yun Miaoqing shook her head, her voice trembling with tears: "Sister, it's not like that. Senior Brother Ye is a good person, he really isn't."

Ye Yan smiled, a smile that held a profound meaning.

He looked Yun Miaozhen up and down, his gaze lingering on her body without any attempt to conceal it, finally settling on her tight dress: "Your sister is a virgin. As for her figure, it's just so-so, nothing special. But Fellow Daoist Yun, she's so pitiful to behold, so big and white, and so smooth."

Yun Miaozhen's expression changed drastically, her eyes blazing with anger: "Then they must not be allowed to live!"

Her voice sharpened, like a drawn sword, "I deliberately orchestrated this ordeal for her, without applying the cinnabar mole for ten years. What good is it if she can't overcome this calamity? If she becomes a slave of the Demonic Sect, all my plans will have been in vain! Why didn't she complete what I was supposed to do!"

Yun Miaoqing was stunned.

She stared wide-eyed at her own sister, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

She originally thought her sister cared about her and was testing her, but it turned out that it was all intentional.

Her sister deliberately pushed her into the demonic path, deliberately made her go through tribulations, deliberately made her "escape from the tribulations," and then let her return clean and pure.

She was nothing more than a pawn, a tool, a consumable used to pave her sister's path.

Also.

The Yun family once produced a leader of the Sword Pavilion, a Golden Core True Monarch. Although they have declined, they are still a renowned immortal clan within the Sword Pavilion.

However, she herself was not valued by the family. The one who was truly expected to succeed was her older sister, Yun Miaozhen.

He is a true disciple of Jian Ge, cultivating the "Taiyi Golden Flower Elixir Book". He is single-minded in his cultivation and never relies on elixirs to help him grow faster. Moreover, he has already achieved great supernatural powers in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Describing her as "a woman favored by heaven" is by no means an exaggeration.

Yun Miaoqing and Yun Miaozhen, sisters whose names differ by only one character, are worlds apart in talent and ability.

The elder sister is a pearl in the clouds, while the younger sister is just a grain of sand in the dust.

Yun Miaoqing was fully aware of this and never dared to hope for anything. It was already a great fortune that she could survive in this cruel Immortal Realm.

Ye Yan and Lü Yang exchanged a glance, both of them stunned.

This wretched place is already beastly enough, but I never expected Sword Pavilion to be even more beastly than Holy Sect.

The older sister schemed against her younger sister, deliberately pushing her into a pit of fire, and then spoke of it with such self-righteousness.

Lu Yang was the first to burst out with curses: "You fucking lunatic! Your sister is a person, not your prop!"

What does it mean to say, "Why didn't she do what I was supposed to do?"

Ye Yan: "This wretched place has no righteous path. Junior brother, do you see clearly? This is the true teaching of the Sword Pavilion, this is the true face of righteous cultivators. They shout that the demonic path is shameless," but in their hearts they are scheming how to use their own sister as fodder for her tribulation. Junior sister, you are not defending the demonic path, you are making excuses for your sister's heartlessness."

Ye Yan raised his hand and unleashed a sword aura, which shattered Yun Miaozhen's robes, revealing a pair of fair and slender legs.

Yun Miaozhen cried out in shock, covering her body with her hands, filled with shame and indignation: "Shameless demonic path! How dare you!"

Ye Yan remained unmoved, unleashing his sword energy once more. Yun Miaozhen's robes shattered completely, turning into pieces that drifted to the ground.

He pressed Yun Miaozhen to the ground, and his spiritual power surged, instantly turning her clothes into powder.

Yun Miaozhen lay naked on the ground, letting out a piercing scream: "Ah!!!"

Lu Yang's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. He looked at Yun Miaozhen on the ground, then at Ye Yan, with only one thought in his mind: Senior brother, you are really fierce.

In the distance, Ouyang Feng, an elder of the Ouyang family from the Shenwu Sect, had come to check on the situation at the front line, but happened to see this scene and stood there dumbfounded.

He had lived for hundreds of years, witnessed murder and arson, soul-stealing and spirit-refining, and all sorts of horrific scenes, but he had never seen anyone dare to do this to the true disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like stepping on the Sword Pavilion's signboard again and again, and spitting on it.

This young man is brave!

Luo Wuyai squatted on the cliff, still bearing the wounds from being chased by sword energy, and was restoring his injuries against the rocks.

His gaze shifted, and he saw the scene outside the market.

His expression changed from shock to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to numbness.

He silently lowered his head and continued to heal his wounds.

Some things are better left unseen.

Ye Yan bent down and directly activated the "Heaven-Mending True Scripture," beginning to absorb the Dao and knowledge within Yun Miaozhen's body.

The third-grade true qi circulated in his meridians and was forcibly refined into second-grade quality, becoming the resources for his foundation-building breakthrough.

Yun Miaozhen screamed in agony, her body thrashing violently, her voice shrill: "You can't do this! You can't! I am a true disciple of the Sword Pavilion! My ancestor was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, you! Ah!"

Ye Yan remained unmoved and even quickened his pace. In broad daylight, on the outskirts of the market, Yun Miaozhen's wails drifted away with the wind.

In the distance, Master Yinshan arrived, stepping through the air, and happened to witness this scene, freezing in mid-air.

His lips twitched, and he remained silent for a long time before silently turning around and flying in the opposite direction.

He decided that he would stay away from Ye Yan from now on; that kid was too arrogant.

The more Yun Miaozhen resisted, the more excited Ye Yan became. His internal energy circulated faster, and his third-grade internal energy was continuously stripped away, refined, and absorbed.

He used the "Heaven-Mending True Scripture" to its fullest extent; this was not dual cultivation, but plunder.

Yun Miaozhen's struggles gradually weakened, and all that remained were hoarse murmurs: "Beast—you're a beast—"

Ye Yan ignored him, his eyes fixed on the surging light of true energy; he was very excited.

Lü Yang was stunned.

"You beast!"