Fairy, help me cultivate.

After observing Jiang Wuyin, Huan Yuan noticed that his face was pale, especially after the rift absorbed several wind clusters from Jiang Guanglai, and his lips were completely devoid of blood.

He smiled and said, "This treasure trove is connected to his mind and spirit; if one is lost, the other is lost..."

Upon hearing his reminder, Jiang's Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators immediately understood: as long as a way to shake Jiang Wuyin's mind could be found, this treasure trove would naturally be breached without a fight, and Jiang Bailian would be easily captured.

"Master Huan Yuan is indeed insightful! We now know what to do!"

Jiang Guanglai called him "Second Brother" – Jiang's Nascent Soul cultivator waved his hand, and several Jiang's Golden Core cultivators walked out of the treasure vault excitedly, their faces contorted with rage.

"Is everything alright?" On the other side, Chen Yao naturally noticed that Jiang Wuyin's expression was off.

After the crack appeared, the sounds from both sides were also blocked.

He couldn't hear what the Jiang family members and Huan Yuan were saying, but seeing their expressions and the few people whose presence he couldn't sense leaving, Chen Yao's heart sank. He knew these people had another bad idea.

Jiang Wuyin sighed: "Young master, I'm sorry... I'm afraid I can't forge this sword properly."

"What?" Chen Yao frowned, looking down at the jade sword that had a crack. It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry.

"If it weren't for these external interferences, and if I had another day to think of a solution, this sword would surely be completed. However, right now I need to focus on controlling the treasure vault..."

Chen Yao glanced at the various materials still melting in the blue flames: "What problems have you encountered in forging the sword?"

Jiang Wuyin sighed helplessly: "We lack water, we lack pure water that has already been refined. The sword embryo is ten thousand years old cold essence, and its water attribute has long been transformed into cold marrow. However, these dragon horns and scales need even purer water essence to melt them before they can be fused with the sword embryo. Not to mention, this Nine Profound Condensed Gold is the hardest substance in the world. Without softening, how can it be fused into the sharpness of a divine sword?"

"So, after they got into your hands, these precious materials of mine were actually wasted?"

"Nonsense! I, Jiang Wuyin, would never waste such a treasure! I'll think of a way to seal them and my Azure Nether Flame away and slowly smelt them!"

Jiang Wuyin said angrily.

Chen Yao glanced back at the formation Jiang Bailian had entered, and the formation's light shone brightly once more.

"Alright! The most important thing now is to ensure that Bai Lian can pass on her skills smoothly and that she can release your clansmen safely."

Faced with a formidable enemy, he had no choice but to accept this fact.

Jiang Wuyin slapped his thigh in frustration: "When have I, Jiang Wuyin, ever encountered such a predicament in my weapon forging! This is truly frustrating!"

As he spoke, he began to point out the materials in the treasure vault, the materials for sealing the blue flames and forging the sword.

Several of the Jiang clan's Golden Core cultivators who had gone out returned again through the damaged teleportation array.

They were carrying a jade coffin.

"Boundless! Look who this is!"

Jiang Guanglai's annoyingly loud voice boomed through the split crack, landing squarely on Jiang Wuyin and Chen Yao.

Chen Yao felt a sweet taste in his throat, knowing that he had used a sound-based technique.

Jiang Wuyin turned around and saw that his hand, which had been pointing at the treasure vault materials, froze, and his whole body began to tremble.

"put it back!"

He roared.

Jiang Guanglai chuckled coldly and gestured for Jin Dan to throw the coffin heavily to the ground.

He swaggered around the coffin, even sniffing it with a lewd expression.

"I never imagined that even after our third aunt died, she would still smell so good..."

He laughed heartily and smashed the lid of the jade coffin with a flick of his sleeve, causing the coffin to stand upright.

Inside was a woman's corpse that looked almost like a living person, with red lips, a fair face, and slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"Yunniang!"

Jiang Wuyin's eyes reddened: "Jiang Guanglai! You're asking for death!"

Jiang Guanglai was shocked that Jiang Wuyin dared to yell at him like that: "Boy, how dare you talk to your third uncle like that!"

His tone betrayed no anger, for he had achieved his goal of provoking Jiang Wuyin.

Jiang Wuyin tore open the spirit-gathering array around him and was about to rush through the crack.

Chen Yao quickly stopped him: "They're clearly trying to provoke you! Our only hope now is that Bai Lian can release your clansmen. The three of us can't handle these Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators! Wake up!"

Jiang Wuyin gritted his teeth, but still slumped back down: "Damn it!"

At this moment, Jiang Guanglai's voice came again: "What do you care about such a despicable woman! After being played to death by Third Grandfather, you even put her coffin in the Jiujiang Water Spirit Gathering Place for preservation."

He gave a disdainful smile: "What? You still want to resurrect her?"

Jiang Wuyin was stunned: "You! So you all knew!"

Jiang Guanglai, who called his second brother, chuckled: "Wuyin, in the Jiang family, what matter can escape your second uncle's eyes? The reason we didn't interfere back then was simply to avoid interfering with your refining of the Nine Rivers, and also to save it for future use!"

Jiang Guanglai let out a deafening, arrogant laugh: "I never thought this seemingly insignificant move would come in handy!"

He swept his sleeve over the coffin, his face contorted with rage: "Today, I'll show you what it means to be torn to pieces!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind rose from his sleeve, and the coffin and the woman's body cracked inch by inch.

"Yunniang!!"

Jiang Wuyin's heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the entire treasure vault. His eyes bulged open, blood gushed out, and he collapsed.

"senior!"

Chen Yao tried to help him, but his array formation blocked the way, so it was no use.

He looked back at the bloody, mangled corpses scattered on the ground, and felt a deep sense of despair.

Jiang Guanglai turned around and glanced at Huan Yuan.

Huan Yuan frowned slightly, indicating that the force was not quite enough.

Jiang Guanglai chuckled, then kicked up Yunniang's head, which had rolled to the ground, and deliberately toyed with it: "Look, whose head is this?"

Chapter 106 Sacrificing Oneself to the Sword, the Heart of Jiujiang

Jiang Wuyin slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Jiang Guanglai.

Jiang Guanglai pinched Yunniang's face with two fingers, tearing off her skin bit by bit.

He feigned a serious tone: "Wuyin, I know you are very talented, but why have you been unable to reach the peak of the Golden Core stage?"

He pinched Yunniang's nose, pulled hard, and yanked her off.

"Because you can't see through it!"

Jiang Guanglai pointed his blood-stained finger at Yunniang's grotesque, noseless nostrils: "So-called beauties are nothing but bones and stinking skin. Playing around is fine, but to be attached to them is to become attached to appearances! Hahahaha..."

He laughed even more wildly.

Jiang Wuyin's eyes turned bloodshot, and he spat out several more mouthfuls of blood.

"Senior, this is their treacherous scheme...you..."

Chen Yao wanted to advise him not to be fooled, but having never experienced Jiang Wuyin's suffering, he couldn't bring himself to say anything that sounded rational.

Jiang Wuyin burst into tears, angrily tearing at his clothes.

The people on the other side laughed happily when they saw him like that.

They felt that their strategy of disturbing Jiang Wuyin's mind had clearly worked.

However, Jiang Wuyin calmed down after crying for a while.

He took a deep breath, sat up straight, and wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Son-in-law."

His name is Chen Yao.

"senior?"

Chen Yao agreed hesitantly.

"I will forge an unparalleled immortal sword for you! In return, you must kill Jiang Guanglai for me. Is that alright?"

Jiang Wuyin's tone was resolute.

Chen Yao hesitated. With his current strength, it would be good enough if Jiang Guanglai didn't kill him.

"I'm not telling you to kill him right now."

Jiang Wuyin glared at him.

Chen Yao then nodded readily: "Alright! As long as we can escape their encirclement."

Jiang Wuyin sighed deeply: "He's right, I was just too attached to appearances... But isn't the beauty and love of life, of the world, precisely found in these colorful appearances?"

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of those opposite him, he stretched out a hand and pointed directly at the vault's dome, a clear light emanating from his fingertip.

"I, Jiang Wuyin, am destined to never reach the Nascent Soul stage... My family, ha, my family..."

He chuckled coldly twice and shouted, "Bring water!"

A dull rumble of thunder echoed from all directions.

Huan Yuan's face showed surprise: "What's going on?"

Jiang Guanglai and the others were even more confused.

"To hell with all that, he's already traumatized, let's just smash this treasure trove to pieces!"

Jiang Guanglai transformed into a black gust of wind and blasted towards the crack.

Huan Yuan and the other Nascent Soul cultivators also unleashed their magical treasures, slashing out with devastating force.

The entire treasure trove was in constant turmoil.

Chen Yao was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, so how could he withstand the aftershocks of the combined attack from these powerful beings? He felt numb all over and collapsed to the ground.

He looked at Jiang Wuyin with tension and difficulty, only to see that Jiang Wuyin still maintained his proud posture of pointing to the sky, but his face was as pale as paper.

"senior……"

Surrounded by wolves and tigers, Chen Yao didn't know what to say.

Huan Yun's Eight-Light Purple Gold Hammer slammed into the black barrier that rose from the crack, causing a metallic clang to resound within everyone's skulls.

A deep wound appeared between Jiang Wuyin's brows, blood slowly seeping out, and his eyes narrowed in anger.