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The next morning, Niannian stretched and woke up from her sleep.

She opened the window, and it was even more lively outside than yesterday, crowded with people, and sounds came from all directions.

She spotted the third son of the Yun family from last night at a glance. He was sitting at a tea stall across the street with a pot of tea in front of him, glancing in her direction every now and then.

"This guy is really persistent, coming to keep watch so early."

Niannian lowered the window and turned to wash up.

When the group finished packing and walked out of the inn, the street was already full of people.

Not only the third son of the Yun family, but also seven or eight other people around him, all of whom were at the mid to late stage of the Mahayana realm.

There were a dozen or so people scattered around the perimeter, their positions seemingly loose, but their eyes were all fixed on Nian Nian and the others.

The vendors selling candied hawthorns, the beggars in the corner, the couple at the entrance of the cloth shop—all of them are gone today.

The entire group of people was replaced, but the atmosphere remained the same.

Niannian glanced at it but didn't stop:

"Let's go, there's a wonton stall on the street ahead, it smelled really good yesterday."

"Niannian, you're so carefree. With so many people around, you're still thinking about food."

Xiao Jin followed behind her, grinning as he spoke.

Niannian ignored him and walked straight ahead.

The third son of the Yun family led his men to block their way, flanking from both sides and cutting off the entire street.

"Little one, this isn't over yet. You injured someone in public, come back with me and we'll talk this out."

Niannian turned to look at him, her voice turning cold.

"Are you out of your mind? I didn't even touch you."

"You touched my brother."

The third son of the Yun family stepped aside, revealing the person behind him—the one whose armpit Nian Nian had nudged with her elbow last night.

The man had deliberately rolled up his sleeves today, revealing a fist-sized bruise on his arm. The bruise was fresh-looking, as if it had just been applied, and there was a bandage next to it for stopping the bleeding.

Niannian laughed, laughing so hard she bent over backwards, covering her little mouth and making "whoosh" sounds.

"You just got that injury, didn't you? I ran into you last night, but it's impossible for me to have gotten this kind of injury."

Did you pinch yourself or did someone else do it for you? That technique doesn't seem very professional!

Next time you have to really fight, don't be a coward. If you're going to act, you have to go all the way, make it realistic, you understand? You can't even fake an accident, you're really bad!

The man's face turned pale and then flushed. He instinctively tried to lower his hand, but hesitated for a moment before stubbornly holding on.

The third son of the Yun family remained unfazed, took a step forward, and arrogantly said:

"We have both witnesses and physical evidence. Do you still want to deny it? If you don't come with us today, don't blame us for being impolite."

After he finished speaking, he took another step, and his spiritual power began to surge, pressing down on him without reservation with the aura of a late-stage Mahayana cultivator.

The seven or eight people behind him took a step forward at the same time, releasing their spiritual energy. The dust on the ground was stirred up by the airflow and flew around in all directions.

Little King Kong was about to speak when Nian Nian raised her hand to stop him.

She looked at the third son of the Yun family and slowly lowered her hand:

"I'm not going with you, what can you do about it?"

The third son of the Yun family sneered, took a step forward, raised his hand and slashed down with a palm. His spiritual energy condensed into a layer of sharp blade light, and the air emitted a shrill sound.

Niannian dodged to the side, the blade grazing her shoulder before striking the stone slab behind her, shattering it and sending fragments flying.

Niannian steadied herself, her right hand forming a sword shape with her fingers together, and a three-foot-long golden sword aura condensed at her fingertips.

With a flick of her wrist, the sword energy traced an arc and slashed horizontally across the ground.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the stone slabs were cut open, and the remaining stone dust was swept to both sides by the residual force of the sword energy.

"Stars have fallen!"

The sword energy split in mid-air, transforming into dozens of golden rays that pierced towards the third son of the Yun family from various angles.

The third son of the Yun family raised a spiritual energy shield in front of him. When the shield was hit, a series of sparks flew and a series of explosions were heard.

At the same time, those who were lying in ambush on the perimeter also made their move.

The vendor selling candied hawthorns pulled out a long knife from under his stall.

A beggar in the corner threw out a string of bone nails, while the couple at the entrance of the cloth shop slid two short blades from their sleeves.

At the same moment, everyone surrounded Niannian and the others, their faces filled with murderous intent.

Xiao Xiao moved behind Niannian, her palm pressed on the ground, and emerald green spiritual light spread outward like a tide.

Dozens of thick vines sprouted from the cracks in the bricks on the ground.

The vines, covered with countless sharp thorns, grew rapidly under the infusion of spiritual energy, entangling seven or eight people who were at the forefront.

Those people's ankles were bound by vines, their momentum was forcibly cut off.

Someone bent down to cut the vines, but as soon as one was cut off, another sprouted, and the number of vines increased rather than decreased.

Qianqian's figure moved swiftly through the shadows, her illusion spreading like an invisible mist, covering the entire battlefield.

The cultivators closest to her suddenly lost focus, and the spells they had been casting vanished in their palms.

Some even turned and slashed at their own men, but the blade veered off course by half an inch at the last moment, grazing their companion's shoulder and startling the man into taking a half-step to the side.

The illusionary maze covered the people brought by the third son of the Yun family in a very short time.

The scene before them was no longer the main street and Nian Nian and her friends, but a gray wasteland with no road under their feet and no landmarks around them.

People who have lost their way start walking haphazardly, bumping into each other, and their formation is completely disrupted.

Xiao Jin didn't make a move; he stood behind Nian Nian, his dragon aura subdued.

But a ring of cracks had appeared on the ground around him, and the cracks were slowly extending outwards.

Luo Nannan remained leaning against the wall, a ring of crimson-gold flames spreading out around her feet.

Wherever the fire passed, the bricks and stones were charred.

Her target was the tea stall, beneath which a hidden spiritual force was spreading towards her along the ground.

Her flames severed the path, and the wisp of spiritual energy struggled for a moment before dissipating into smoke.

The city lord arrived, a peak-level Loose Immortal, his cold gaze sweeping across the battlefield:

"Those who cause trouble in the city shall be arrested in accordance with the law."

He raised his hand and pointed, and a beam of spiritual energy shot out from his palm, transforming into more than ten slender chains.

The chain was covered with a layer of restrictive runes, which whistled in mid-air as they descended upon Nian Nian and the others.

The city lord's intentions were very clear; he was targeting Nian Nian and her group.

Nian Nian reversed the direction of the golden sword energy at her fingertips and slashed at the first chain that arrived.

The sword light collided with the chain, exploding into a string of sparks. She took a step back, but the chain did not break, leaving only a shallow mark on its surface.

With a flick of her tiny hands, a wall of vines rose from the ground and blocked Niannian's way.

The chains slammed against the vine-covered wall with a loud crash, bending most of the vines but not breaking them completely.

Qianqian's illusion turned towards the chains, attempting to disrupt their trajectory. The runes on the chain's surface lit up, deflecting the illusion.

Luo Nannan's flames wrapped around a chain from the side, and the crimson-gold flames spread upwards along the chain.

The runes on the surface of the chain began to peel off layer by layer.

The city lord's expression remained unchanged as he raised his other hand.

The second chain was thicker and exuded a stronger aura of restriction than the first.

Niannian drew the Morning Dew Sword, and the interwoven light on the sword shone as the chains pressed down.

A golden sword aura exploded from the tip of the sword, heading straight for the thickest node of the chain.

The chain trembled in mid-air, and tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

Xiao Jin stepped out from behind Niannian and took a step forward.

The ground beneath their feet began to crack, the fissures extending all the way to the city lord's feet.

The city lord's body suddenly sank, and the bricks beneath his feet sank three inches.

He felt as if he were being crushed by an invisible mountain, his feet sinking into the ground.

The city lord's composure finally vanished, and his spiritual energy shield, which was at the peak of the Loose Immortal realm, shattered without warning under Xiao Jin's foot.

Xiao Jin looked at the city lord, his tone indifferent:

"Rules are meant to be broken. I'm stronger than you, I am the rule. Someone with your strength..."

He paused, then turned and walked towards Niannian, his voice carrying over.

"Even if hundreds come, it won't be enough for me to fight."

The city lord stood frozen in place, his feet trembling slightly.

The gray-white chains shattered into pieces in mid-air, scattering across the ground.

He did not make another move, nor did the ten guards step forward again.

Niannian sheathed her sword and turned to walk towards the wonton stall.

At a second-floor window of another teahouse in the city, Wang Qiang put down his teacup and said coldly:

"Tomorrow is the grand competition, the Nine Regions Martial Arts Tournament. No one will care how many people die on the stage."

It's perfectly legitimate and there's nothing wrong with it.

Chu Xuan didn't look up, toying with a gray jade talisman in his hand. The patterns on the talisman's surface shone slightly in the light streaming in from the window, then dimmed again.