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The gray-robed old man had lived for a long time and had seen many cultivators.

Those who could see through him were either less skilled than him or hadn't deliberately concealed their abilities.

Luo Tian's unfathomable state left him suspended in mid-air for quite some time without making a move.

He didn't want to act rashly, but he couldn't just back down. The instructions from above were clear: no one from the Fang family should be left alive.

If he leaves without even trying, he won't be able to explain himself when he gets back.

Upon realizing this, the spiritual power within his body began to surge, and his aura slowly rose.

The ascension progresses from the early to the middle stages of the Loose Immortal realm, and even after reaching the middle stage, it continues to move slowly, like a bowstring about to snap.

He raised his right hand, and a dark gray light appeared in his palm, extending from his palm to his fingertips, like water flowing along the concave lines.

Luo Tian stood on a rock at the edge of the valley and looked up at him.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he assume a defensive stance; he simply turned his head to the side and said:

"Xiao Jin, play with him for a bit."

Xiao Jin was squatting on a rock not far away, tying his shoelaces. After hearing this, he tightened the last part of his shoelaces, stood up, dusted off his hands, and grinned.

"Okay."

He took a step forward, raising his aura, which he had been suppressing at the peak of the Integration Realm, to the early stage of the Loose Immortal Realm.

Not too high, not too low, just a fraction lower than the aura emanating from the gray-robed old man.

When the gray-robed old man saw Xiao Jin step forward, his movements were unhurried and his breathing was as steady as an old well covered with moss, without the floating feeling of someone who had just been pulled up.

The dark gray light in his palm did not retract; he merely adjusted the angle slightly, preparing to meet Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin took two steps forward and then stopped, bending down to pick up a small pebble from the ground.

He weighed it in his hand, then looked up and smiled at the gray-robed old man:

"You make the move, I'm not in a hurry."

The gray-robed elder did not respond. The dark gray light in his palm condensed into a thin beam of light, which shot down from the sky with great speed and precision, aiming at Xiao Jin's shoulder.

At the last moment before the beam of light fell, Xiao Jin slightly turned his shoulder, as naturally as if he were dodging a gust of wind when leaving the house.

The beam of light struck the gravel ground at his feet, shattering it and sending dust flying.

"Hmm, the force is alright," Xiao Jin said, "but it's a little off-center."

The gray-robed old man's lips twitched, and a second beam of light followed, this time faster and covering a larger area.

Xiao Jin didn't dodge. He raised his hand and slapped the beam of light. The sound when his palm collided with the beam of light was not loud, like slapping a table.

The beam of light was deflected, veering off to the other side of the riverbed and leaving a deep mark on the dry riverbed.

Niannian sat on the broken edge of the Fang family's courtyard wall, swinging her legs as she looked around.

Qiqi was sitting next to her; the two children sat in a row, like they were watching a performance from the stands.

"Xiao Jin is playing again," Niannian said.

Qiqi nodded: "Every time he plays, he lets the other person make a couple of moves first, and then he starts to get serious."

The gray-robed old man did not make a third move. He withdrew his hand, looked down at his palm, and then looked up at Xiao Jin.

His judgment was confirmed: Xiao Jin's apparent cultivation level was only at the early stage of Loose Immortal, but the force used to slap him away from his full-force attack at the mid-stage of Loose Immortal did not exceed that limit.

He wasn't sure if the other party was simply stuck at this bottleneck or was deliberately holding back.

He stopped pressing forward and slowly floated backward, creating distance between them.

"This matter concerning your Fang family won't just end like this."

He retreated a short distance and stopped in mid-air, looking in Luo Tian's direction.

"The people behind you will come looking for you, and then it won't be so easy to talk to them."

He put his hand back into his sleeve, glanced at Xiao Jin again, then turned around and flew away from the valley at a steady speed without accelerating or stopping.

His figure grew smaller and smaller in the distance, until it became a blurry dot in the pale light of the sky at the edge of his vision, and then disappeared completely.

Luo Tian did not order a pursuit, nor did he even look in that direction.

He bent down and brushed the dust off his clothes: "Let him go."

Niannian jumped down from the wall and ran to Luo Tian's side: "Dad, did you let him go on purpose?"

"Yes. He'll go back and report, and then the others will come."

He raised his finger and pointed in the direction where the gray-robed old man had disappeared.

"The person behind him might be the one we're looking for."

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Will a lot of them come?"

You'll find out when you get here.

The fighting in the valley has completely stopped.

The people from Tianyuan Sect were retreating slowly, their formation was loose, and no one was looking back.

Broken magical artifacts and fragments were scattered on the ground outside the Fang family mansion. Some people were checking on the injured, while others were cleaning up the debris.

The elderly man from the Fang family, with his gray hair, leaned against the threshold, using a broken piece of gun barrel as a support, watching the figures of people retreating without saying a word.

Luo Tian walked over to him, sat down on the steps next to him, and didn't say anything.

After a while, the old man spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse: "How do you know Fang Sheng?"

"That happened a long time ago. He helped me out of trouble once, and I owe him a favor."

The old man remained silent for a long time. The wind blew through the eaves, carrying a few dry leaves that rustled softly on the ground.

"He's gone. Our team is the only one he left behind. The other side has been watching us for a long time, and this time they've really gone all out."

Luo Tian asked, "What grudge do you have against the Tianyuan Sect?"

The old man placed the broken gun barrel on the ground and sighed.

"It's not a festival, it's the earth's veins."

The Fang family has a branch of a spiritual vein, which is not large, but it is considered rare in this area.

They want that spiritual vein, but they don't want to share any of the profits.

Luo Tian nodded: "How long have you had that spiritual vein beneath you?"

"It was there before the Fang family built their house."

"Then it's yours."

The old man glanced at Luo Tian when he heard those words.