I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Chapter 85, Chapter 83: Refined in an Instant!

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

From cultivation techniques and secret arts to sword insights, from cultivation experience to karmic secrets, he stripped away, refined, and absorbed everything.

Yun Miaozhen was in extreme pain, her body trembled violently, and she let out a hoarse wail.

She finally sensed the genuine Foundation Establishment aura within Ye Yan's body, and her heart turned icy cold: if she had known this would happen, she would never have come. The people of the Sword Pavilion, sword cultivators and sword seed cultivators, are mostly like this: stubborn, eccentric, self-righteous, and somewhat mentally unstable. To put it nicely, they're sword cultivators; to put it bluntly, they're lowly bastards.

This wretched place, from top to bottom, from the righteous path to the demonic path, is filled with nothing but beasts.

It's just that the animals behave differently.

Ye Yan didn't care about being watched, because he had specially created a secret technique to cover his voice when it was amplified.

In broad daylight, outside the market, several gazes were cast upon him from all directions, but he paid no attention and even deliberately amplified Yun Miaozhen's voice.

In the original story, Yun Miaozhen was also manipulated in the same way by Lü Yang; she simply followed his instructions.

Moreover, Yun Miaozhen possessed far more spiritual treasures than he had anticipated; her storage bag alone contained three mid-grade spiritual treasures.

There is one item of low quality, and another item of unknown quality.

Ye Yan was secretly delighted: they really came to fish.

He was fishing for this fish, but the other guy snatched the fishing rod from him.

Three Qi Refining Grand Perfection cultivators stood at a distance, too embarrassed to know where to look.

Luo Wuyai squatted on the cliff, his body injured. The serious injuries he sustained when Ye Yan chased him with those three sword energies had not yet healed.

It's common for disciples of the Holy Sect to openly engage in magical duels; in the Demonic Sect, they scheme against each other and attempt to assassinate one another, and nobody cares.

The feud between him and Ye Yan began the moment Yinshan Zhenren used him as a shield.

Ye Yan's sword energy injured him, Yin Shan Zhenren's schemes injured him, and he was caught in the middle, pleasing neither side.

Those who revise up always bully those who revise down!

Seeing Ye Yan's unbridled behavior and hearing Yun Miaozhen's increasingly heavy breathing, Luo Wuyai gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Above Skull Mountain Market, this live sex show became the most bizarre sight in the area.

Yun Zhi Qiu, Yun Miao Zhen's senior brother and a genius disciple of the Yun family, stood at a distance, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

That was his junior sister, the most outstanding sword cultivator of the Yun family in this generation, and the person he was closest to in his sect.

At this moment, she was wailing beneath a demonic disciple, and he could do nothing about it.

His sword hummed in its sheath, but he couldn't draw it. It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he knew it would be useless to draw it.

Ye Yan was deliberately humiliating him, making him see and hear it, so that he would never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

"You beast!" Yun Zhi Qiu cursed.

His skin turned red.

Break the defense.

Ouyang Feng had come to avenge Ouyang Haoze, but now he stood in the shadows, silently retracting the foot he had stepped out.

Looking at Ye Yan's nonchalant demeanor, he secretly marveled: No wonder he is a disciple of the Holy Sect.

This shamelessness, bravado, and complete disregard for all propriety and morality is something the people of Jian Ge could never learn even after ten thousand years of cultivation.

He thought about Ouyang Haoze's face, then about his own old face, and turned to leave.

We'll talk about revenge later.

Mingchan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and softly chanted the Buddha's name. He was a renowned "Demon-Subduing Zen Master" in the Pure Land of Jiangxi, a master of Qi cultivation at the Great Perfection, and a leading figure among independent practitioners. But at this moment, he was not chanting a demon-subduing mantra, but a calming mantra.

He doesn't look, he doesn't listen, he doesn't think.

What that benefactor was doing was none of his business. He came to Skull Mountain for the secret realm of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, not to see the dual cultivation of demonic and magical paths.

These people gathered here for only one purpose: the secret realm of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path.

Originally, only a few people knew about the secret realm, but someone spread the word, and within a few days, it spread throughout the entire Skull Mountain.

This matter concerns the opportunity to establish one's foundation; no one wants to miss it.

Besides the three major sects—Shenwumen, Chushengzong, and Yushujiange—various independent cultivators also flocked to the area, making the Skull Mountain market a chaotic mix of people and things, with undercurrents surging.

Ming Chan is one of them, and he is also a rare Qi Refining Perfection cultivator among rogue cultivators. He possesses profound Buddhist skills and is known as "the rogue cultivator with the best chance of Foundation Establishment".

Ye Yan finally finished absorbing the energy, threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice echoing above Skull Mountain: "It's done!"

He did not reveal his aura, but instead casually cast an illusion to conceal the unusual phenomenon of his breakthrough.

With his spiritual power contained and his cultivation stable, he has laid a solid foundation for Foundation Establishment, only needing to take the final step.

But he deliberately played Yun Miaozhen's voice aloud so that people within a radius of several miles could hear it.

It wasn't that he was lewd; he was fishing.

Who they're fishing for, everyone knows the answer.

He raised his hand and placed it on Yun Miaozhen's crown, activating the Soul Searching Technique at full power.

Yun Miaozhen's soul was forcibly separated, turning into a wisp of light, which was swallowed whole by the Soul-Slaying Sword.

The sword hummed and vibrated, and I felt completely satisfied.

However, at the very moment her soul was extracted, Yun Miaozhen's body suddenly convulsed violently, and a strange power of empathy surged from her body, crossing space and directly affecting Yun Miaoqing in the distance.

Yun Miaoqing didn't even have time to let out a scream before her body shattered like porcelain, blood and flesh flying everywhere, her soul and spirit annihilated.

Ye Yan didn't even glance at them. He formed hand seals and forcibly gathered, kneaded, and fused the scattered fragments of the Yun sisters' souls.

The two souls struggled, tore, and howled in his palm, eventually merging into one, a completely new soul that was neither Yun Miaozhen nor Yun Miaoqing, but a mixture of the two.

Yun Miaozhen's remnant soul lamented in despair within the merged body: "How bitter!"

She did it on purpose, deliberately pushing her sister into the evil path, deliberately making her go through tribulations, and deliberately letting her "escape from the tribulations".

She thought everything was under control, and that Ye Yan was merely a tool for her to overcome her tribulation.

In the end, the tool turned the tables and killed its master.

Her actions are essentially no different from Ye Yan's current actions.

They're all beasts; none of them are more noble than the other.

Ye Yan, carrying the fused corpse, stepped into the air and arrived above the Wugui Dao Secret Realm.

He tossed the corpse towards the entrance of the secret realm. The corpse traced an arc in the air and hovered around the outer edge of the sealed sword energy.

The Golden Core True Monarch's sword energy sensed the demonic aura, buzzing and incredibly sharp, yet it never struck.

Because Ye Yan kept the corpse outside the range of the sword energy's attack, neither advancing nor retreating, it was stuck at that critical point.

The Golden Core True Monarch slays those who follow the demonic path; if their corpses do not enter the secret realm, the sword energy will not be triggered.

Ye Yan exploited this bug, using the corpse as a permanent bait.

He turned around and landed in front of Luo Wuyai and the other two.

Ye Yan's gaze swept across the three faces, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears: "So, the Sword Seed, the Bald Monk, and the Beast are all here. What, are you here to watch the show? Or to get a share of the pie? The Sword Pavilion's trash, the Pure Land's fake monk, and you, the unlucky bastard used as a shield, you're quite a good match all together."

Mingchan clasped his hands together, softly chanted a Buddhist prayer, his face compassionate, and his tone gentle: "You are mistaken, benefactor. I have come here for a secret opportunity, not for conflict. Although you have strayed into the demonic path, Buddhism is vast and universally saves all beings. If you are willing to lay down your butcher's knife and take refuge in the Buddha, I am willing to guide you to the Pure Land, wash away your sins, and you will surely receive good fortune in your next life."

Looking at his compassionate face, Ye Yan couldn't help but curse: "Straightforward my ass! You, a bandit who killed and robbed, a fake monk, dare to talk to me about the righteous path? When you were worshipping Buddha, you were probably still clutching someone's storage bag in your hand, weren't you?"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? Is that becoming a Buddha? You've become a demon! Stop pretending to be a big shot!"

Ming Chan: "————"

Mingchan shook his head and sighed, his tone still calm: "Your anger is too strong, you have fallen into demonic possession. Although I am not talented, I am willing to see you off! In your next life, if you can let go of your attachments and take refuge in the Pure Land, you may well attain the Great Dao."

He clasped his hands together, his body radiating a brilliant Buddhist light. A wish-fulfilling bead flew out from his palm, hovering above his head, emitting a warm glow.

Ye Yan did not draw his sword.

He threw a punch right at them.

The fist, imbued with the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, was simple yet unstoppable.

Ming Chan had been calm and confident all along! He had cultivated Buddhism for many years, and Buddhist techniques were effective against demonic paths, making him virtually unmatched among his peers. But when Ye Yan's fist approached, he sensed the genuine pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage, his expression changed drastically, and his composure shattered.

"Amitabha!! So he's a Foundation Establishment True Person reincarnated!" Ming Chan blurted out, mixing Buddhist chant with profanity without any sense of incongruity. He turned and ran, the Ruyi Pearl on his head and the Mani Pearl in his palm flying out at the same time, transforming into two golden rays that blocked his way.

Ye Yan slammed his fist down, and the Ruyi Pearl shattered with a crack, the Mani Pearl splitting in two.

A burst of golden light erupted, scattering fragments everywhere. Several onlookers gasped in shock! That was a Buddhist magic weapon, and it was destroyed with just one punch?

Mingchan ran without looking back, with only one thought in his mind: run! Run as far as possible!

This person is not in the Qi Refining stage, but a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator who has been reincarnated and is cultivating again!

With his Qi Refining Perfection stage, what can he use to fight?

The Holy Sect members are all beasts!

It's funny.

Before becoming a monk, Mingchan was nothing more than a bandit in the mountains, robbing and killing people, and committing all sorts of evil deeds.

But after each murder or robbery, he would find a dilapidated temple, bow to the clay Buddha statue, and seek peace of mind.

As he continued to pray, one day, the clay Buddha statue actually manifested its power. A golden light descended from the sky and entered his brow.

He received a great opportunity from Buddhism, and from then on, everything went smoothly for him. His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and he easily broke through to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, only one step away from Foundation Establishment.

According to the serendipity, this is the result of the merits he accumulated in his previous lives, and he is destined to attain enlightenment in this life.

This was a trap set by Master Yinshan.

Ye Yan chased after him with a punch.

He concentrated his cultivation into his fist; this punch contained not only magical power, but also all the insights he had gained since he began his rebuilding.

Accumulation and sedimentation.

Ming Chan can't escape, nor can he be stopped.

He stood there, with only one thought in his mind: Suffering.

In his next life, he must stay far away from this jinx.

Ye Yan unleashed a punch, shattering Ming Chan's protective Buddhist light like paper. His physical body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, which, along with the hard-won Buddhist opportunity, dissipated in the night wind of Skull Mountain.

The remaining two remained silent.

Ye Yan didn't give them time to react.

He reached into the void with both hands, grabbing Luo Wuyai with one hand and Ouyang Feng with the other, while simultaneously kicking Yun Zhiqi. The three of them were powerless to resist and were lifted up in his hands like chicks.

Refined in an instant!!!

Three Qi Refining Masters at the Great Perfection stage, three short screams, and three lifeless corpses.

In the final moment before being refined, Luo Wuyai finally understood: Yinshan Zhenren had never regarded him as a human being from the very beginning.

His luck was gradually drained away by Master Yinshan to feed Ye Yan, a more valuable pawn.

He was used as a shield, severely injured, and now refined into a banner spirit. From beginning to end, he was just a waste.

Ye Yan released his hand, and the three souls and three storage bags fell into his palm.

He glanced down at Luo Wuyai's soul, his brows furrowing slightly. This was not the one he had killed.

Yinshan Zhenren took Luo Wuyai's life ahead of time, leaving his body behind as a gift.

Ye Yan accepted it without saying anything.

Master Yinshan emerged from the void, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Ye Yan with an approving smile on his face: "Junior Brother, you are exceptionally talented, decisive in your actions, and ruthless yet measured in your moves. You are indeed the person Senior Brother Chongguang has chosen. I have been in the Holy Sect for many years and have seen many geniuses, but there are very few who have such cultivation at your age. Meeting you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

Ye Yan didn't react much. He simply took something out of his sleeve—a jet-black aura of malevolent energy, a type of Earthly Fiend.

[Heavenly Corpse Demon]

Master Yinshan laughed and said, "Junior brother, you should return this to me now, shouldn't you?"

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow and looked at Yinshan Zhenren: "Senior Brother wants this?"

Master Yinshan nodded, his tone sincere: "That's right. What I lack to break through to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage is this Heavenly Corpse Fiend. If you're willing to part with it, Junior Brother, I'm willing to exchange it for a Foundation Establishment treasure, plus 50,000 contribution points. If you think that's too little, we can discuss it further."

Ye Yan smiled and shook his head.

Master Yinshan was taken aback, then smiled bitterly. He understood that Ye Yan had known there was an opportunity here all along, that the Heavenly Corpse Fiend would be born, and had made preparations in advance.

His purpose in coming here was never to kill or to enter the secret realm, but to target the Heavenly Corpse Fiend.

This junior brother is not some pawn caught up in the game; he is the player himself.

No wonder he is a disciple of the Holy Sect.

"Senior brother, deal." Ye Yan tossed the Heavenly Corpse Fiend over.

The real-life version of Yinshan accepted it, laughing heartily, his laughter shaking the mountain cliffs: "Good! Good! Junior brother is indeed straightforward! You have a good chance of reaching the mid-Foundation Establishment stage! Senior brother is indebted to you!"

Ye Yan cupped his hands in greeting, his tone sincere: "Congratulations, Senior Brother, on your imminent breakthrough! May you live a thousand years and achieve great success on your path! Senior Brother's talent is exceptional, and this breakthrough will surely be smooth sailing. I offer my congratulations in advance."

He deliberately lowered his body by half an inch, flying below Yinshan Zhenren with a respectful posture.

Master Yinshan is susceptible to this kind of thing.

He grinned from ear to ear, waving his hand and saying, "No, no, Junior Brother, you flatter me. Although we've lost that brat, the Sanhe Society still has someone as talented as you, Junior Brother. You're still a man of great talent and charisma!"

He patted Ye Yan on the shoulder, "This secret realm is entrusted to you. Your senior brother is in a hurry to go into seclusion, so I won't stay any longer."

Ye Yan immediately saw him off respectfully: "Take care, Senior Brother. I wish you great success!"

The Yinshan Master vanished into the void, his laughter still echoing in the air.

Ye Yan watched him leave, then turned around and grabbed Lü Yang: "Junior brother, your opportunity has arrived."

Before Lü Yang could react, Ye Yan dragged him toward the Witch Ghost Path Secret Realm.

Behind me, the lights of Skull Mountain Market faded into the night, like embers about to go out.

For Ye Yan, the matter of Skull Mountain was not over yet.