Yin Yang Heavenly Emperor Technique

Qin Feng walked expressionlessly to Ge Ye's corpse, and with a casual wave of his hand, a storage ring fell from his finger and flew into his palm.

Without even glancing at it, he tossed the ring to Huangfu Yuxiang behind him.

"Sister-in-law, you three can divide the contents inside, just leave a little for Xiao Liu."

But no sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than a furious, strange scream came from the distant horizon, approaching at an astonishing speed.

"Boss, this is just too much!"

A streak of purple light pierced the sky and crashed to the ground, revealing Xiao Liuzi's enormous body.

As soon as it landed, it stood upright, its two front paws on its hips, its huge tiger face filled with grief, indignation and grievance.

"I risked my life out there, chased relentlessly by that bastard from the Yun Tian Sect, almost losing my life! And you guys are here, eating and drinking like royalty, not even leaving me a drop of soup. Isn't that going too far?!"

Qin Feng glanced at it and said indifferently, "I thought you had already sacrificed yourself to lure away the enemy, and I was just about to build you a cenotaph later."

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Little Six spat several times. "This great king is so lucky and has such a long life, how could I possibly die at the hands of such a nobody!"

"Alright,"

Qin Feng waved his hand, "Don't worry, you've done a great job this time, and you'll definitely get your share of the rewards."

"This Mysterious Heaven Realm is brimming with treasures. When there are any, you'll get them first as compensation!"

Xiao Liuzi reluctantly nodded, "That's more like it!"

Rocks tumbled down from both sides of the valley. The spiritual energy in the air became unusually turbulent, forming visible vortexes of spiritual energy.

Qin Feng's gaze sharpened, and he immediately activated the Eye of Truth-Seeing between his brows.

It shimmered with golden light.

The gaze pierced through layers of obstacles, reaching deep into the Xuan Tian Secret Realm.

A hundred miles away, the clouds were forcibly torn apart in the sky. A colossal complex of buildings slowly emerged from the void.

It was a group of ruined palaces.

Bronze pillars pierce the sky, while white jade steps descend.

Ancient and intricate array patterns intertwine around the palace. A broken plaque hangs above the main hall, inscribed with several large ancient seal characters, exuding an ancient and undying aura of power.

Taiyin Sect!

"It's the ruins of an ancient sect!"

Qin Feng withdrew his Eye of Truth, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Little Six, set off immediately!"

"Alright!"

Little Six let out a tiger's roar, unleashing the aura of a powerful demon from the Purple Mansion. Its four paws pounded the air, transforming into a streak of purple light as it sped towards the direction where the ancient sect's ruins had emerged.

……

at the same time.

Another area of ​​the Mysterious Heaven Realm.

Yun Wushuang sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his body shimmering with golden light, absorbing the pure spiritual energy of the place.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

A chilling glint suddenly flashed in those indifferent eyes.

He flipped his hand, and a life tablet made entirely of soul jade appeared in his palm.

At this moment, the life tablet belonging to Ge Ye was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

With a "crack," it shattered completely!

"Useless trash!"

Yun Wushuang's voice was icy cold, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

This brat from the Azure Dragon Kingdom actually managed to kill Ge Ye, who was at the fifth level of the Purple Mansion realm. This was truly beyond his expectations!

It seems he has no choice but to take action himself!

But just then...

A disciple of the Yuntian Sect swiftly arrived from afar, landing in front of Yun Wushuang and bowing, saying, "Your Highness, a ruined ancient sect has been discovered three hundred miles away!"

"Oh?"

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Yun Wu's eyes.

This Mysterious Heaven Realm has existed for hundreds of years, and its most crucial opportunity lies in the lost ancient inheritances!

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Ling Feixue, Dan Chenzi, and that witch from the Yin Yang Palace must already be on their way!

After a moment of hesitation, Yun Wushuang made a decision.

Killing Qin Feng is possible at any time. But once the ancient inheritance is missed, there will be no more opportunities.

He decided to postpone Qin Feng's departure.

Yun Wushuang took out a sound transmission jade talisman from his storage ring and poured his true essence from the Purple Mansion Realm into it.

"Find a way to notify everyone within this Mysterious Heaven Realm."

Yun Wushuang's tone was icy, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

"Whoever can slay Qin Feng in this secret realm, bring me their head, and I, the Holy Son, will reward them with a Grade Earth cultivation technique and the position of inner sect elder of the Cloud Heaven Sect!"

The bounty notice was instantly transmitted to all Yuntian Sect disciples within the secret realm via a jade talisman.

After putting away the jade talisman, Yun Wushuang moved.

His figure blurred, transforming into a golden streak of light, heading straight for the ruins of that ancient sect that had been abandoned in the world.

……

Beyond the relics of the Taiyin Sect.

The broken bronze pillars, like broken fingers reaching for the sky, point towards the hazy heavens. Ancient palaces appear and disappear in the chaotic air currents, exuding a desolate and deathly atmosphere that seems to freeze time itself.

At the entrance to this site, the atmosphere was the complete opposite of deathly stillness.

"His Highness the Holy Son of the Yuntian Sect has decreed that a bounty is offered for Qin Feng's head, effective immediately! The reward is a Rank 1 Earth cultivation technique and the position of Inner Sect Elder of the Yuntian Sect!"

A message, like a thunderclap, exploded among the various forces that had just arrived.

"Has Yun Wushuang gone mad?"

At the summit of a mountain, a tall, slender woman in white stood alone, seemingly untouched by the world. Her face was cold and aloof, and no sword energy emanated from her, yet she herself seemed to be a peerless divine weapon hidden in its sheath.

It was none other than Ling Feixue, the Holy Maiden of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

For the first time, a ripple appeared in her usually cool eyes.

"Yun Wushuang is such a proud and arrogant person, what could possibly make him lose his composure like this and openly issue a bounty? Just who is this Qin Feng?"

"Heh, what kind of background could they possibly have?"

Beside him, a young man dressed in a loose purple robe, with a refined demeanor, chuckled softly while fanning himself with a folding fan. His tone, however, carried a hint of barely perceptible sourness. "He's just a rogue cultivator from that barbaric land of the Azure Dragon Kingdom who got lucky."

This person was none other than Dan Chenzi, the young master of the Danwang Pavilion.

His gaze swept over Ling Feixue's flawless profile, a hint of infatuation flashing in his eyes. Then, his tone shifted, becoming somewhat ingratiating: "This kind of clown only managed to get Yun Wushuang to suffer a minor loss thanks to a bit of luck. How could he possibly catch the eye of Her Highness the Holy Maiden?"

In his view, even he, the young master of the Pill King Pavilion, might not be able to earn the attention of the Sword Saintess. A rogue cultivator from an unknown small country was not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

"A rogue cultivator from a small country?"

Sure enough, upon hearing those four words, the slight interest that had just ignited in Ling Feixue's eyes instantly vanished, and she returned to her usual calm and indifferent demeanor.

Her only rivals have always been the same level of geniuses.

She wasn't worth wasting even a fraction of her energy on a rogue cultivator whose background was so lowly.

Before she finished speaking, her figure transformed into a streak of sword light, disappearing without hesitation into the entrance of the ruins where the chaotic air currents surged.

"Holy Maiden, wait for me!"

The group followed closely behind and disappeared at the entrance.

Shortly after they left, a silvery laugh suddenly rang out in the empty mountains, naturally alluring.

At the edge of the horizon, a woman in red with a seductive figure and alluring eyes moved slowly towards them. Every step she took seemed to tread on one's heart, captivating and mesmerizing.

It was Liu Feiyan, the witch of the Yin-Yang Palace.

"A level-one cultivation technique, an inner sect elder... tsk tsk, Yun Wushuang really went all out this time."

As Liu Feiyan listened to the report from her subordinate, she lightly touched her red lips with her jade-like finger, her beautiful eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A rogue cultivator from a small country, actually possessing such value?"

A disciple of the Yin-Yang Hall bowed and said, "Young Master, this person must possess a great secret to be valued so highly by Yun Wushuang. Should I send someone to capture him and present him to you?"