What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

When I suddenly mentioned Lan Manshan's name, the smug look on Lan Haiping's face froze for a moment.

Then it turned into an undisguised sneer.

"Blue Mountain?"

He snorted coldly, his tone carrying the contempt of a victor for a loser.

"That old man, relying on his seniority, stubbornly clings to those outdated customs and bad habits."

The Holy Envoy pointed him to the path to immortality, yet he still dared to be stubborn and attempt to obstruct the Lan family's future.

Lan Haiping's eyes turned incredibly venomous. He stared at me and said, word by word:

"Since he's so shameless, then we'll just send him to meet God."

"What's wrong? Is the young master Chen so concerned about him because he wants to go down and keep him company?"

He went to see God.

These four words landed lightly in my ears, yet they represented the fall of an old man who had once dominated the southern border region in this despicable power struggle.

A sense of regret inevitably arose in my heart.

Although Lan Manshan was also a shrewd and calculating tyrant, at least morally, he had kept his promise to me.

He is a respectable elder.

"So that's how it is."

I nodded slightly, but my voice turned cold.

"Now that Grandpa is gone, there's really nothing left to visit about the Lan family."

As soon as I finished speaking, Lan Haiping, the old man in black, and the kind-faced white-haired old woman appeared as if they had made a prior agreement.

A chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes at the same time.

They knew very well that the verbal probing and pressure had reached their limit, and what followed was a real life-or-death struggle.

"Let's do it!"

Lan Haiping let out a loud shout.

Then, he suddenly swung his wide sleeves.

A large swarm of tiny, dark Gu worms instantly appeared from his sleeve, transforming into a black cloud that enveloped me.

At the same time, the old man in black on the left raised his hands, and several colorful venomous snakes appeared out of thin air, skimming the ground and biting at my legs.

The white-haired old woman on the right slammed her snake-head cane down heavily.

In an instant, the sweet fragrance in the air became incredibly strong, transforming into an invisible poisonous miasma that blocked all my escape routes.

Facing the combined attack of three experts who were clearly already at the Dan realm and had been cultivating there for countless years, even though I have now stepped into the Sha Dan realm, I absolutely dare not be the slightest bit arrogant.

A dense cloud of Gu-like energy hummed overhead, while colorful venomous snakes slithered along the ground, sealing off the lower body.

The sweet, cloying miasma in the air pressed against me like a bone-deep infection.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, facing such a 360-degree, all-encompassing attack of Gu techniques, they would probably choose to raise their protective qi to withstand it immediately.

Or they might risk injury to force their way out.

But I didn't do that.

After absorbing the source energy that my grandfather left in the Gu King's body, the evil energy within me already possessed a natural immunity to most Gu worms and Gu poisons.

In the region of southern Xinjiang, this is practically a trump card.

But now is far from the time to reveal this trump card.

The siege is now complete, and under the shadow of the Blue Hall's eaves stands a powerful bronze-masked man who could appear at any moment.

Trying to escape at all costs will only leave your back to the enemy and put you in a desperate situation where you are vulnerable to being attacked.

First, feign weakness to the enemy and take advantage of information asymmetry.

The best strategy to break the deadlock is to eliminate the opponent's remaining forces with a sudden and swift move.

In a flash, I reached behind my back and firmly grasped two willow-leaf knives that gleamed with a cold light.

I did not release the evil energy outwards to form a protective barrier, but instead contained it internally within my meridians, channeling it into my legs and arms.

With the powerful explosive force brought by the Mountain-Shaking Force, my body left a trail of afterimages in the same spot.

He moved like a ghost, weaving and fighting among the Gu clouds and venomous snakes.

"Swish! Swish!"

The scalpel sliced ​​through the night with two chilling silver streaks, slicing two venomous snakes that sprang up and tried to bite me into several pieces.

The foul-smelling snake blood splattered, but I nimbly dodged it by sidestepping.

At the same time, I held my breath.

Using the heightened senses brought on by the cool air, I searched for gaps in the airflow amidst the sweet, poisonous miasma released by the white-haired old woman.

Drifting through the gaps in the airflow, I was like a leaf swaying in the gale but never falling, appearing slippery and causing their first combined attack to miss completely.

Lan Haiping, who was standing on the steps controlling the flying mosquito cloud, showed a clear look of surprise on his round face when he saw my effortless handling of the situation.

Before this, I always carried the lightning-struck wood safety buckle given to me by Tiangong.

It concealed my true nature very well.

In their eyes, I might just be a young junior with exceptional talent and profound inner strength.

But just now, in order to force Lan Haiping back, I threw a punch without holding back.

Furthermore, the terrifying speed and reaction ability he displayed while being besieged by three Dan Realm experts finally made this shrewd and calculating elder of the Lan family see through his scheme.

"Don't be fooled by this kid!"

Lan Haiping abruptly pulled his sleeves together, and the dark, oppressive cloud of Gu swirled in mid-air before swooping down on me again.

He turned and yelled at the other two:

"This kid's aura is long and continuous, and his speed and physical strength are simply beyond what internal energy condensation liquid can achieve!"

He's definitely reached the elixir stage! Don't hold back anymore, use your finishing move!

Upon hearing the words "achieving the elixir," the black-clad old man on the left and the white-haired old woman on the right both changed their expressions.

Their already cold eyes now held an even greater sense of solemnity and apprehension.

A master of the Dan realm in his early twenties is a rare talent, a once-in-a-century genius in any orthodox sect.

Moreover, I am Chen Xuan's grandson.

They must have heard of my grandfather's methods, even if they haven't seen them.

"No wonder they were so confident; it turns out they were relying on their breakthrough in cultivation."

The white-haired old woman snorted coldly, her face grim.

She bit her tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the snake-head cane in her hand.

Suddenly, the wooden cane seemed to come alive, and the snake's head eyes lit up with an eerie red light.

The air, which had been filled with a sweet, cloying miasma, instantly turned into a nauseating purplish-red color.

The purplish-red miasma seemed to have a life of its own; instead of drifting away in the wind, it transformed into several thick, misty tentacles that coiled around me from all directions.

At the same time, the old man in black also stopped playing with the object.

His thin hands quickly formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest, and a low growl, like that of a wild beast, came from his throat.

As he moved, countless hard-shelled beetles, their bodies a strange, ghastly green, suddenly emerged from the cracks in the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

These beetles move incredibly fast, with highly corrosive acid constantly dripping from their mouthparts.

The acid liquid fell, and even the bluestone slabs sizzled as it was burned.