During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

The wooden beams cracked, and black smoke billowed.

A beautiful figure burst forth from the center of the flames.

The holy maiden of the Baiyue Fire Clan, Yan Lingji, dressed in crimson robes, spun through the air, her toes touching the flames.

Below, another figure staggered out of the raging flames, looking disheveled. This person was none other than Ling Ji.

It turned out that when the two met earlier, Yan Lingji noticed that although the person in front of her looked very much like Wang Ma, she did not have the flame left by Wang Ma on her body.

The so-called "fire seed" is a method recorded in the Baiyue secret art of fire control that Yan Lingji learned, which can attach sparks to a person's body.

Within a certain distance, as long as Yan Lingji has a thought, the person carrying the fire seed will spontaneously combust and die.

It was precisely because of this that, although Wang Ma's Baiyue bloodline was not pure, she had no choice but to listen to Yan Lingji.

Therefore, although the makeup Li Ji gave Ling Ji resembled that of Wang Ma, it was immediately recognized.

"Ling Ji, do you still remember how Baiyue punishes traitors?" Yan Ling Ji lightly touched the ground with her bare feet and landed opposite Ling Ji.

At this moment, Ling Ji's makeup was ruined, and she looked disheveled, forming a stark contrast with the still radiant Yan Ling Ji beside her.

Ling Ji knew what the term "Holy Maiden" meant; the Baiyue people punished traitors or spies as follows:

The five categories are beheading, execution by awl, drowning, burning at the stake, and burying alive.

These five categories correspond to the five major tribes of Baiyue, while the punishment corresponding to the Holy Maiden Sacrifice Fire Tribe is burning at the stake.

They would burn the traitor alive with flames until they saw his charred bones.

Seeing that Ling Ji could not offer any explanation, Yan Ling Ji lightly raised her right hand, and a cluster of flames leaped from her fingertips. Then, she gently sent it towards Ling Ji.

This flame is no ordinary fire; if it landed on an ordinary person, it would burn them to ashes in no time.

Ling Ji just stared blankly. At that moment, she forgot to run away, forgot that Li Ji was watching from the side, and forgot that Baiyue had been destroyed and no longer needed to abide by Baiyue's rules.

Li Ji, standing on the rooftop of a building diagonally opposite the main street, coldly watched this scene.

Ling Ji messed up again. If she could bring the Baiyue Saintess to "the place where he was seriously injured," he could capture her alive if he had made some arrangements.

However, at least he has lured this Baiyue saintess out, and he will not let her escape from his grasp so easily.

Li Ji's thoughts were only considered for a moment, and the next moment he made a ruthless move.

A crescent-shaped, dark red sword aura slashed out from the longsword, flying towards Ling Ji at an extremely fast speed, shattering the flames that were about to ignite her into sparks.

"Who?" Yan Lingji looked up at Lingji's back.

"I think this is our first meeting, but we've already clashed before." Li Ji slowly stepped out from behind Ling Ji, sword in hand.

"So it's you. What a handsome young man! I thought you were dead."

Yan Lingji covered her mouth and chuckled. She had heard about Li Ji from the Corpse Demon and his companions many times, and naturally, she had also heard them describe Li Ji's appearance and clothing.

However, Yan Lingji's smile vanished the next moment, because Li Ji didn't waste any words with her and instead raised his hand to unleash a massive sword aura at her.

Yan Lingji's hands moved swiftly, crimson flames dancing at her fingertips. Waves of fire surged and transformed into several fire whips, scattering the incoming sword energy.

Just as Yan Lingji was about to catch her breath, she saw Li Ji charging towards her with his sword.

Li Ji's swordplay was ruthless and cunning, each move aimed directly at vital points, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Yan Lingji moved with agility, her clothes fluttering as she shifted and leaped, her Fire Charm Technique subtly activated.

This Fire Enchantment Technique is a secret art among the Baiyue secret arts. It can use illusions to disturb the opponent's mind, and it is extremely silent.

In addition, Yan Lingji is naturally alluring, and her every move is captivating and charming, which greatly enhances the power of her Fire Charm Technique.

In Li Ji's eyes, the Holy Maiden of Baiyue before him became extremely captivating:

Those eyes, as clear and bright as autumn water.

Those pink and soft lips.

Those jet-black hair strands.

Those crystal-clear bare feet.

Every part of it is beautiful, every part of it is moving.

The temperature of the surrounding flames was not like burning, but more like the scalding body temperature of a woman.

However, these allure effects on Li Ji lasted only a moment. The next instant, Li Ji recovered and coldly snorted:

"Has the former Holy Maiden of Baiyue only resorted to such despicable tricks now?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji raised her eyebrows slightly, about to say something, when in the next instant a blood-red giant tiger pounced from behind Li Ji.

Yan Lingji's expression changed, and the flames around her surged, transforming into a giant net that barely managed to stop the giant tiger.

But the next moment, Li Ji once again thrust his sword at her.

Li Ji's swordsmanship was fast, accurate, and ruthless, with an extremely fierce sword wind. Every sword strike precisely hit the heart of Yan Ling Ji's flames, and the sharp sound of the long sword cutting through the air was endless.

Dark red sword energy and crimson flames collided continuously, sending shockwaves scattering and causing the surrounding buildings to rumble repeatedly.

The more Yan Lingji fought, the more alarmed she became. This person's swordsmanship was flawless, combining offense and defense, and his stamina was astonishing.

She had assumed that this person had been surrounded and attacked by government troops, and should have been seriously injured even if he hadn't died, so she hadn't taken him seriously at all.

However, Yan Lingji now found herself panting heavily, while the opponent's attacks not only did not decrease but became even more ferocious.

Could it be that the other party intended to capture her alive? This thought shocked even Yan Lingji herself.

She absolutely couldn't delay any longer; the time to open the ancient royal tomb was fast approaching, and she couldn't afford to waste any more time with the other side.

Having made up her mind to leave, Yan Lingji smiled at Li Ji and said, "Little brother, I have important matters to attend to, so I won't play with you any longer."

Then, his wrist suddenly flipped, and the flames around him suddenly spun and rose into the air, transforming into a raging wall of fire in front of him. Taking advantage of the moment when the flames obscured his vision, his figure turned into a crimson afterimage and sped away into the distance.

Before leaving, Yan Lingji also took Lingji with her. Opening the royal tomb required the blood of the Baiyue people, and she no longer had time to find anyone else.

However, Li Ji was prepared, so how could he let her go?

Li Ji gathered his strength and cleaved the wall of fire in front of him with a single sword strike, the flames transforming into countless sparks that scattered across the sky.

He then gathered his strength and leaped forward, biting Yan Lingji tightly from behind.

Two figures, one in red and one in black, darted swiftly through the streets and alleys of Nanyang at night.

It was almost curfew, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a passerby would pass by and only see two afterimages flash by. Before they could even utter a cry of surprise, the figures had already disappeared into the distance.

Yan Lingji turned into a narrow alley, used her toes to push off the wall for leverage, and suddenly rose into the air. Li Ji followed closely behind, stepping up the wall as well.

Looking at the madman relentlessly pursuing her, Yan Lingji was filled with hatred. She couldn't beat him in a fight, nor could she escape him. He was just as troublesome as Bai Yifei, that ice coffin.

Well then, we'll just have to lead him to that place.

Then Yan Lingji turned around and instead of fleeing into the complex streets and alleys, she slowly approached a gradually secluded and deserted area.

This also brought the two of them closer together.

Finally, Yan Lingji stopped in an open space next to a place that had been abandoned for many years and was full of ruins.

The moment Yan Lingji's bare feet touched the ground, she heard the Corpse-Driving Demon's icy voice say, "Yan Lingji, you're very late. Shouldn't you give an explanation?"

However, without needing Yan Lingji's explanation, the Corpse-Driving Demon's expression changed drastically the next moment.

A dark red sword aura flew rapidly toward his face.