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The two leading disciples of the Peerless Sect were the same two who had come to threaten him before.

"Senior Kong has been kidnapped." Jiang Yu's heart sank, and killing intent surged instantly.

"These two have committed a crime deserving of death."

He had already sentenced the two to death in his heart.

However, considering that another leader of the Peerless Sect was about to arrive, he temporarily suppressed his urge to act in order not to alert the enemy.

"Then let's wait a little longer," Jiang Yu decided.

He held his breath and observed carefully, and found that among the cultivators who were roaring madly at the bright moon on the cliff, there was no sign of his master.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which at least meant that his master was still alive for the time being.

"If my master is among these people, I'm afraid I won't be able to rescue him with my current strength."

Jiang Yu thought:

"Let's observe and see how they deal with these cultivators, so we can find out their true intentions and prepare for rescuing Master in the future."

Half an hour later, a sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out, and a man in blue robes and black clothes, carrying the pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage, landed heavily in front of the disciples of the Peerless Sect.

"Greetings, Master!"

All the disciples of the Peerless Sect lowered their heads and knelt in worship.

Jiang Yu dared not get too close. This incense master was a Foundation Establishment cultivator with divine sense, and if he was not careful, he would be discovered.

Tian Fuhai, the leader of the Peerless Sect, coldly swept his gaze across the crowd, his brows slightly furrowed:

"Why are there so few people?"

The square-faced monk and the big-nosed monk exchanged a glance and stepped forward to report:

"Reporting to the Incense Master, there is still a batch of demonic seeds in the Flowing Cloud Realm, which will take ten days to mature."

Tian Fuhai nodded, his eyes indifferent, and said:

"Let's harvest this batch first."

He soared into the air, his hands forming profound hand seals. A beam of blood-red light shot down from the moonlight, transforming into countless fine lines that flowed into the ears of the cultivators on Qingyue Cliff who were possessed by the Demon Orb.

The cultivators who had been roaring at the moon suddenly became dazed and wooden, and ugly, demon-like little figures struggled and jumped out from their skulls.

A blood-red gourd the size of a palm appeared in front of Tian Fuhai.

He tossed it gently, and the gourd landed on the ground of Qingyue Cliff. The lid opened automatically, releasing a strange fragrance.

The little demons seemed to have smelled the most delicious tonic in the world, and jumped into the gourd with fanatical expressions.

Tian Fuhai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he quickly put the gourd lid back on.

Immediately afterwards, a black flame appeared in his palm, continuously scorching the blood-red gourd.

From inside came the mournful cries of the little demon, desperately pounding against the gourd wall.

Sweat dripped from Tian Fuhai's forehead, but he didn't care and continued to channel his spiritual energy to increase the power of the black flames.

Fifteen minutes later, the blood-red gourd finally stopped shaking.

A blood-red pill flew out of the gourd's mouth, overflowing with rich blood-red spiritual energy.

Tian Fuhai flew forward and greedily absorbed the medicinal power of the pill. Instantly, his cultivation level improved significantly.

Tian Fuhai licked his lips, still wanting more, and said:

"The overflowing medicinal power alone is equivalent to my six months of arduous training."

Although greed still lingered in his eyes, he dared not act rashly. A mere sect leader could only absorb one-tenth of the Demon Orb's power; the remainder had to be given to the Eternal Mother.

The square-faced and big-nosed cultivators standing to the side wore expressions of envy; as low-level cultivators, they didn't even have the right to smell the medicine.

The two quickly stepped forward and said:

"Congratulations, Master, on your further advancement in cultivation!"

Tian Fuhai glanced at them, then casually waved his hand, and two pills floated out from his sleeve:

"You did a good job this time, so here are these two Blood Essence Pills for you."

Their faces immediately lit up with ecstatic joy:

"Thank you, Master Xiang, for cultivating me!"

Afterwards, Tian Fuhai carefully put away the blood-red pills he had refined and said to the two of them:

"I will descend upon the Flowing Cloud Realm again in ten days. At that time, I will collect all the Demon Orbs, refine them into Divine Pills, and personally hand them over to the Eternal Mother. You will all have accomplished a great feat then."

The disciples of the Peerless Sect knelt down in unison and shouted:

"May the Eternal Mother bestow boundless blessings upon you!"

Tian Fuhai nodded in satisfaction, then glanced contemptuously at the cultivators on Qingyue Cliff:

"Dispose of this garbage."

After he finished speaking, the blood-red gourd rapidly expanded several times under his feet, transforming into a flying magical artifact that carried him away into the sky.

After Tian Fuhai left, the square-faced cultivator and the big-nosed cultivator stood up, their arrogant expressions returning.

They narrowed their eyes, looking at the cultivators on Qingyue Cliff with complete indifference:

"Take care of them all."

After losing control of the Demon Orb, the cultivators on Qingyue Cliff gradually regained their senses.

"What's going on? Where are we?"

"My ears... why can't I hear?"

Everyone covered their ears, and no matter how much they shouted, they couldn't hear a sound.

Then, to their horror, they discovered that the disciples of the Peerless Sect, armed with weapons, were charging towards them.

The square-faced cultivator, his palm brimming with putrid, malevolent energy, slammed it down on another cultivator.

The moment they made contact, the person's skin and flesh were corroded and rotted.

Because their spiritual energy was completely absorbed by the demon orb, they were powerless to fight back against the slaughter and were quickly killed down to only one person.

He was a middle-aged cultivator with a bronze complexion, his eyes blazing with fury, who roared:

"You bastards, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

After saying that, he leaped off Qingyue Cliff.

The big-nosed monk spat down the cliff:

"Pah! I thought you had some special skills."

Then he addressed the Peerless Sect disciples behind him:

"Well done, boys."

The next moment, he discovered that the square-faced cultivator had not stopped killing and was still slaughtering the members of the Peerless Sect.

He roared:

"Jaron, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Jalong, standing to the side, frowned, looking bewildered, and subconsciously asked:

"What?"

To everyone's horror, they discovered that there were actually two Jalons.

"What's going on?"

The other disciples of the Peerless Sect stared in shock at the two identical Jia Longs.

Suddenly, one of the Jalons condensed a thick palm lightning bolt in his palm and blasted it towards the Peerless Sect disciples on both sides.

After a chaotic battle, only the real Jaron and the big-nosed monk remained on the field.

They quickly united and surrounded the imposter.

The big-nosed monk roared:

"Where did this petty thief come from? How dare he oppose our Peerless Sect!"

The real Jaron also launched into a tirade:

"How dare you impersonate me! I'll use my Corpse-Rotting Palm to corrode your flesh and blood completely!"

The imposter waved his hand, revealing a handsome face.

The real Jalong and the big-nosed monk stared wide-eyed and exclaimed:

"Is it you?"

Jiang Yu smiled slightly:

"Weren't you looking for me? Now that I've come to you of my own accord, aren't you happy?"

The real Jalong, his eyes bloodshot, cursed loudly:

"Fuck your mother!"

His heart was filled with humiliation and anger. They had been tricked by a mere Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator and had lost so many disciples.

"It's a good thing the sect leader is gone. If he saw this, he would definitely blame us for our poor performance. The sect leader's methods are extremely cruel."

The big-nosed monk gritted his teeth and said:

"Let's kill this brat first, then recruit a batch of disciples. Otherwise, when we arrive in the Flowing Cloud Realm in ten days, the sect leader will hold us accountable, and we can't afford the consequences!"

Jiang Yu smiled slightly, his tone chilling:

"Don't worry, that so-called leader of the incense shop can no longer hold you accountable, because you will all die tonight."

After hearing Jiang Yu's "arrogant words," Zhen Jialong and the big-nosed monk both sneered.

"Are you crazy? Don't think that by impersonating me and killing a few low-level disciples, you can contend with two of us high-level disciples at the eighth level of Qi Refining. In the end, you're nothing more than an ant at the third level of Qi Refining."

After speaking, the two of them displayed their cultivation levels of the eighth level of Qi Refining, and their spiritual pressure pressed towards Jiang Yu.

Logically speaking, Jiang Yu's words did seem like a joke, but they were facing Jiang Yu.

"All symbols return to one!"

Jiang Yu showed no mercy, and hundreds of talismans from his storage bag shot into the sky, forming a dazzling halo around him.

The real Jaron and the big-nosed monk gaped wide open:

"This is a spirit? Oh no, kill it quickly!"

The two channeled their spiritual power, conjuring a spear and a sword in their hands respectively, and stabbed wildly at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu remained calm and uttered a single word:

"go!"

He activated his magic, and hundreds of talismans, like golden dragons, rippled with golden light and instantly surged towards the two attackers.

The two tried to defend themselves by channeling their spiritual power, but under the overwhelming attack of the talismans, all resistance proved futile.

With a series of low, continuous blasts, the two men's flesh and blood were blown to pieces, their limbs scattered in all directions, leaving only a mangled body lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Jiang Yu's spiritual energy dissipated, and he stepped forward, stomping heavily on Zhen Jialong's chest:

"Tell us the secrets of the Peerless Sect."

The real Jaron mumbled something.

Seeing that the two didn't know what was good for them, Jiang Yu stomped on them again.

"Speak! Speak!"

He stomped on their chests five or six times in succession, causing them to cough up blood and struggle desperately.

"What the hell are you telling us to say? Just ask! What secret? What secret do you want to hear?"

The two of them completely lost their composure.

Jiang Yu smiled coldly:

"You dare yell at me? See you in your next life!"

puff!

puff!

He stomped his feet hard on the heads of the two men, killing them instantly.

"Hehe," he grinned.

"It at least somewhat soothed my frightened soul."

He casually began looting the spoils; these two guys were high-ranking disciples of the Peerless Sect, and their wealth must be considerable.

He took the two people's storage bags in his hands, weighed them in his hands, and found that they were indeed quite heavy.

Jiang Yu didn't spare the other disciples of the Peerless Sect either.

That's just his personality; he never wastes anything, he'll pick up and eat even a single grain of rice.

Just as he had gathered all the spoils into his arms, a powerful pressure suddenly enveloped his entire body.

Jiang Yu felt a chill run through his body; he had been locked onto by divine sense!

He slowly turned his head and saw the leader of the Peerless Sect riding a blood-red gourd in mid-air, staring coldly at him:

"How dare you harm my Peerless Sect disciples! Tell me, how should I deal with you?"

Jiang Yu licked his lips, his eyes showing embarrassment:

"There's a reason for all of this."

Tian Fuhai looked at him silently, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"I'd like to see what excuse you have."

Jiang Yu paced back and forth, then suddenly roared:

"That's my answer!"

He formed hand seals, and a violent vortex of wind and fire crashed towards Tian Fuhai.

He concentrated all his spiritual energy and quickly released the Burning Wind and Departing Fire Spell.

He was in such a hurry that his legs went weak and he almost fell over.

However, in the face of this move, Tian Fuhai revealed a sneer, raised two fingers, and the blood-red gourd under his body generated a powerful suction force, which devoured the Burning Wind and Separating Fire Curse completely.

He looked at Jiang Yu like a cat catching a mouse:

"Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Jiang Yu's heart sank:

"The gap of a major realm is indeed not so easy to bridge."

Tian Fuhai glanced at him with great interest:

"The spirit within you is quite good; it's perfectly suited to be a blood puppet. Would you like to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

A ball of eerie green demonic fire rose in Tian Fuhai's palm. Before the flame even touched Jiang Yu's skin, he felt his muscles begin to crack and turn outwards.

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and took two steps back, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the bottom of Qingyue Cliff, where it was pitch black and bottomless.

Tian Fuhai sneered:

"You can jump down too. This cliff is 10,000 meters deep. Even a Golden Core cultivator would die without a burial place."

"Better to be smashed to pieces than to be a puppet."

"Idiot!"

Jiang Yu cursed loudly, then leaped off Qingyue Cliff.

"boom!"

He felt a strong heat.

It turned out that Tian Fuhai, determined to kill him, had condensed a meter-sized eerie green fireball and smashed it straight at his body.

"You bastard! If I survive, I'll never forgive you!"

Jiang Yu curled up and plummeted straight into the darkness at the bottom of the cliff.

"It's simply impossible to survive at that altitude."

Only after seeing Jiang Yu's figure disappear into the darkness did Tian Fuhai activate the blood-red gourd to leave.

……

On a protruding stone platform in the middle of the cliff, the bronze-skinned cultivator who had jumped off the cliff slowly opened his eyes, a look of surprise in them:

"I'm still alive?"

He noticed an extra protrusion, and looking up, he saw a hole in front of him, emitting a soft white light.

The bronze-skinned cultivator laughed loudly:

"Haha, I've survived a calamity; good fortune is sure to follow! Heaven is on my side!"

He struggled to his feet and laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

Just then, a figure fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto him.

As Jiang Yu jumped off the cliff, clumps of vines grew on his body.

This is the mid-grade magic weapon he obtained from Granny Tree—the Green Wood Armor.

Relying on its defensive capabilities, it might be able to withstand the impact of falling off the cliff.

Immediately afterwards, he took out all the mid-grade Vajra Talismans and slapped them all over his body.

Jiang Yu thought:

"I've done all I can; the rest is up to fate."

He spread his arms and plummeted downwards. Halfway down, he heard a loud laugh.

He frowned and said:

"Is anyone there?"

Boom!

The bronze-skinned cultivator, laughing heartily, was embedded heavily into the stone wall.

Jiang Yu's green wooden armor shattered instantly, and he looked down at the bronze-skinned cultivator below.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you for saving my life."

With this buffer, Jiang Yu was unharmed except for body aches.

"Damn it..."

The bronze-skinned cultivator pointed at Jiang Yu, uttering a phrase with difficulty, his eyes unfocused.

Jiang Yu reached out and closed his eyes, saying:

"I know you miss your mother. Rest in peace, fellow Daoist. I will burn paper money for you."

Jiang Yu struggled to his feet and stretched his body:

"I never expected there would be a protrusion below Qingyue Cliff. This really saved my life. If I had fallen directly from the halfway point to the bottom of the cliff, even the Green Wood Armor probably wouldn't have been able to hold up. If I had fallen all the way to the bottom... I would have really died without a burial place."

Jiang Yu looked up and also noticed the cave. A strong spiritual energy emanated from it.

"There's treasure!"

Instantly, this idea exploded in Jiang Yu's mind.

"Isn't that too cliché? A miraculous encounter after jumping off a cliff?"

Jiang Yu made a self-deprecating remark, then chuckled and said:

"But I like it."

Jiang Yu turned around and glanced at it, saying:

"Should I help this fellow Daoist collect his body first? Otherwise, it would be too disloyal of me."

But his gaze couldn't help but drift towards the treasures inside the cave, and in the end, he strode inside.

"Let me recover first."

Upon entering the cave, Jiang Yu saw a white lotus flower.

……