Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 523 Welcoming the Unpleasant Guest
A storage bag at the Golden Core level?

Even though she knew that what Zhang Leyan said might not be true, Zhang Qingran's emotions still couldn't calm down. She had been paying a lot of attention to the big and small matters at home lately, so she knew who the Yang family of Hongshan was.

"In that case, it's quite strange that his family has achieved Foundation Establishment three times in twenty years. How could it be as the Yang family head, Yang Xun, said, that their revival was solely due to the young master's good fortune?"

Zhang Le, who was standing to the side, also knew that this matter was of great importance. According to what her husband Shan Shijie had told her, such a matter should be reported to Headmaster Kang immediately. However, Zhang Le stopped her in the process.

After all, Zhou Yixiu is currently in a state of despair and resignation, and he and his wife, along with the entire Feiyue Shan family, want to tie themselves even more deeply to Chongming Sect.

Naturally, they also hoped to see Zhang Qingran, their powerful backer, gain an even higher status within the Kang family mansion.

Upon closer inspection, even Huo Ying, who seemed the most insignificant among the four wives and concubines of the Grand Master Kang, had Kang Changyi, the eldest son of a concubine with a bright future, as her support.

Among Zhang Qingran's children, only Kang Lingyi, the only daughter of the sect leader, was favored. However, due to the mistress's affection, she was often taken by her side for upbringing and rarely stayed in her Golden Bamboo Courtyard.

Therefore, even compared to Huo Ying, Zhang Qingran is not much better.

Even though Zhang Le was far away at the Shan family's place, he knew about his great-aunt's current predicament, and this action was clearly well-intentioned.

In his opinion, whether Zhang Qingran wanted to join forces with other people to plot against the Yang family's treasure with the Shan family, or directly inform Kang Dabao, it would greatly enhance her reputation, and the Feiyue Shan family would be able to continue to rely on this powerful support.

However, seeing that Zhang Qingran remained silent after pondering for a long time, Zhang Le whispered from the side, "Grandma?!"

The former, regaining his senses, didn't first ask how the Shan family knew about the Golden Core storage bag, but instead calmly asked Zhang Le, "Girl, who else have you told about this?"

"Only my husband knew about this matter, and my granddaughter came to tell her immediately."

Zhang Qingran glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, her expression a half-smile: "You really didn't even tell your master?"

Zhang Le's expression froze, and an indescribable look appeared on his deeply lined face. He then bowed deeply and remained silent.

The fervent look in Zhang Qingran's eyes gradually faded, and when she spoke again, a hint of solemnity crept into her voice:
"After you leave here, go find Junior Brother Zhou and make things clear first, then come to me in a big way. You really are a blockhead. You don't even know which deity can grant you blessings when you offer incense. I don't know how you've managed to sit securely in this position as the mistress of the house?"

Zhang Le trembled slightly at the reprimand, but within moments she understood what her mistress meant. However, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face as she cautiously said:
"To be honest, on the way, I also met Junior Brother Wei, who was on his way to the treasury to collect materials for refining array flags, as well as several nephews from the Punishment Hall. They also knew about my whereabouts."

“Wei Gu is, after all, my disciple. Even the younger generation struggles to get close to you, so it's alright.” Zhang Qingran’s tone was indifferent, but her eyes regained some seriousness as she spoke earnestly to Zhang Le:
"Have you been spoiled by all the scheming and jealousy in the Shan family? You've been in the Chongming Sect for so long, do you really not even know who your sect leader is?"
Even if your master has truly passed away, how could his importance in your husband's eyes have diminished in the slightest? His actions are foolish and truly laughable!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Le was filled with shame and embarrassment. He was so reprimanded that he dared not utter a word. Only after Zhang Qingran gently waved her hand could he leave in a disheveled state.

The latter extended his divine sense and, after seeing Zhang Le pass through the bamboo forest and leave the Golden Bamboo Courtyard, sighed softly again:
"But she's ungrateful and lacks any means. The Shan family has been paying the price for the Chongming Sect generation after generation since Shan Sheng's time. Does she really think that her husband's family would suppress this news and not tell her husband?"

She was completely manipulated by the entire family without even realizing it; what's the point of being a matriarch like that?

Zhang Qingran felt that Zhou Yixiu's deep affection for his child had all come to naught. After sighing for him, she gently rang her silver bell, and a line of maids entered in neat steps.

The pretty maid led her to the back of the hall, where there was a high-grade spiritual spring with earth fire regulating the water temperature throughout the four seasons. It was designed by the geomancer of Qinghan Courtyard, which can be considered one of Fei Shuhe's ways of showing consideration for the many sisters in the house.

Inspect the incense, prepare the soup, set up obstacles, guide the pulse, drink the saliva, roast and dry, and offer the clothes.
Back when Zhang Qingran was still part of the Li family, there was no such grand display.

The maids performed their duties efficiently and in an orderly manner. As the mist gradually dissipated, Zhang Qingran, whose face was already beautiful and whose eyes sparkled with charm, became even more radiant. At this moment, Zhang Qingran boarded her fragrant carriage and headed to the sect leader's courtyard.

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Inside the cloud room, Headmaster Kang looked at the letter Zhou Yixiu handed him, his expression remaining unchanged. He wasn't particularly concerned about the authenticity of the Golden Core storage bag, but simply asked the latter, "Fourth Brother, do you know that Zhang Le went to Jinzhu Courtyard first?"

Zhou Yixiu didn't seem to care much about the matter. He didn't answer his senior brother's question, but simply said in a low voice, "Sect Leader, at least the Shan family of Feiyue is still obedient."

"They may be obedient, but their family is also quite brainless. From your apprentice to the entire Shan family, do they really think they can keep this kind of news a secret? It's laughable."

Kang Dabao handed the silk scroll that Shan Shijie, the head of the Shan family, had presented to Zhou Yixiu. The latter only glanced at it briefly, but immediately noticed that the descriptions on it were much more detailed than what Zhang Le had said.

Zhou Yixiu remained dissatisfied: "That Shan boy, isn't he making things difficult for Le'er at home?"

Sect Leader Kang knew that Zhou Yixiu had become increasingly attached to old friendships as she got older, so he didn't blame her for still protecting the younger generation at this point. However, he then said:
"Go find Junior Brother Ye to draft a list and have Zhang Le take it back to the Shan family. It will also serve as a commendation for the Shan family's obedience."

After hearing Kang Dabao's words, Zhou Yixiu's expression showed little joy. Instead, she asked him with concern, "Sect Leader, what about Cold Crow Mountain?"

"The second brother has already led his troops away, the third brother has also set off, and Senior Yuan Buwen is also on his way." Kang Dabao spoke with a hint of confidence, but there was no obvious worry on his face.

Over the years, Zhou Yixiu had blindly believed in the abilities of his senior brother, the sect leader, but since it concerned the safety of his disciples and their families, he was naturally somewhat worried. Only after hearing that Sect Leader Kang had already made all the necessary arrangements did he feel much more at ease, and he slowly leaned on his spirit hoe and headed towards the Hall of Merit to find Ye Zhengwen.

Not long after Zhou Yixiu left, Zhang Qingran entered gracefully, bringing with her a fragrant breeze.

Even though Kang Dabao was well aware of his concubine's feelings, he didn't say much. There was still quite a while before the big show at Han Ya Mountain began, and it wasn't that he couldn't consider Zhang Qingran's feelings and show her some pity.

After all, Master Kang has been eating a lot of spicy and hot food from Yuan Xiyue lately, so it would be a lie to say that it's not boring. It's not like we can't have a plate of fragrant and delicious scallion tofu to brighten things up.

Zhang Qingran never expected that all the words she had prepared before coming would be useless, and she was only led into the inner hall by Master Kang before her cherry-like mouth was brutally sealed.

As her delicate lilac was being roughly stirred, her slender waist was also being held tightly. When her undergarments were ripped off by a rough hand, Zhang Qingran felt as if she had flown to the sky.

To be honest, although the process did not go as Zhang Qingran had hoped before she left, the result was the same, which is a good thing.

In truth, it's a blessing.

After all, being able to be pinned down on the bed and whipped at will by the current Sect Leader Kang is an opportunity that many female cultivators can only dream of. Zhang Qingran didn't know how to cherish it in the past, but now she dares not be negligent in the slightest.

Gradually, those seductive tricks and despicable actions that she used to despise were now being used without her even noticing, making the erotic atmosphere in the cloud chamber even stronger and more intoxicating.
—————Rainbow Mountains, Rainbow Mountain

Apart from some families who suffered bad luck and lost many lives in various wars, the majority of the more than four hundred families in Hanya Mountain have prospered along with the rise of Chongming Sect.

Despite having just experienced a series of battles, including the destruction of the Three Immortals Cave, which must have consumed a great deal of manpower and resources, the most powerful Han Su sects still dared to gather their forces and explore the untouched lands of Han Ya Mountain, more than four hundred families away.

However, they lacked any strategy, and not only did they not achieve the same impressive results as Master Kang back then, they also suffered heavy losses and were almost overwhelmed by several large herds of beasts.

In order to clean up this mess, Yuan Jin stationed the Qingjue and Chizhang guards on the border for a long time before those foolish beasts gave up their thoughts of revenge and obediently returned to their nests.

However, he never expected that his brief respite would be followed by the Hongshan Yang family affair.

At this moment, he was leading his team outside the Yang family's formation, not making any move, but just looking at the mountain-protecting formation that the Yang family of Hongshan had already activated with a furrowed brow.

Yang Xun of the Yang family has always been dedicated to his work. Since joining the Chizhang Guard, he has consistently led from the front. Now, he has not only become a deputy general, but his cultivation has also reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment. He can be considered one of the most outstanding figures under the Chongming Sect.

Even Rainbow Mountain itself was quite prosperous thanks to the Yang family. It was said that the Yang family members risked their lives on the battlefield and gained a lot of spoils. With the daily spoils and generous gifts from Chongming Sect, they were able to exhaust the family's resources to build a second-tier top-grade defensive array. Even compared to ordinary pseudo-core sects, it was not much worse. It was indeed something the Yang family could rely on.

Yuan Jin remained silent for a long time, while Shan Shijie, who was standing to the side, was already sweating profusely. Just as he was about to lean over and chat, he heard the former speak up and ask, "Who in your family leaked the information? Have you investigated it thoroughly?"

Upon hearing this question, beads of sweat immediately formed on Shan Shijie's forehead, each one the size of a soybean, and rolled down his cheeks. He replied respectfully:
"Elder, please allow me to report. At present, we have only found out that one of my uncles from the second branch of the family was blinded by the beast oil and sold this information to the gray-robed steward of the Fearless Tower, in exchange for a piece of Mudan Golden Ear."

"It turns out to be a decent fake medicinal pill, and the price is reasonable."

Yuan Jin pondered this for a moment, then, without showing any emotion on his face, asked again, "Have you brought the person?!"

Shan Shijie nodded hurriedly for a while, and then Yuan Jin said, "Bring that Fellow Daoist Shan up here."

The former dared not be negligent in the slightest, and simply made a movement behind him, and a middle-aged cultivator with disheveled hair and a dull look in his eyes was lifted up.

"This senior from the Shan family is only at the initial stage of cultivation, yet his plans are quite far-reaching." Jin Tanglu, standing next to Yuan Jin, sneered after observing for a while, making Shan Shijie and all the other Shan family leaders feel ashamed.

He was clearly only a Qi Refining cultivator, yet he spoke with an air of utter entitlement when he was demoted. Such a demeanor was rarely seen in the disciples of his father Jin Shilun's generation, who had been taught and advised to be humble and cautious by the Grand Master Kang.

However, the group of true cultivators did not find the words of the upper sect disciple unpleasant. Instead, they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Yuan Jin glanced at him briefly before losing interest. He then turned to look at Shan Shijie. Even without uttering a word, the latter was so intimidated by the burning gaze that he quickly stepped forward to the kneeling Shan family cultivator, took out his flying sword, and with a flash of light, took his life.

The feeling of personally killing one's elders was certainly not pleasant, but Shan Shijie had no time to compose himself. Instead, he quickly threw down his now-crimson flying sword, strode to Yuan Jin, and as he bowed deeply, he took out something and raised it high with both hands:
"The Shan family is guilty, please forgive them, elders!!"

Yuan Jin's face remained calm as ever. He only glanced at the gleaming golden spikes that Shan Shijie had presented before instructing Jin Tanglu behind him to carefully put them away.

He then made a gesture to temporarily step back from the Shan family head, before turning his back again and staring at the radiant light of the magic array without saying a word for a long time.

Behind him, the magical tools of the Qiaogong Fortress, led by Xiu Ming, were already prepared. He Yuanhe, who had been sent by Bian Hu to serve Yuan Jin a few days ago, was also leading a group of Shishan Sect disciples and the leaders of the Chongming Alliance to stand ready.

Everyone knows that the Yang family used to be very loyal and respectful to Chongming Zong. But the principles of "a child holding gold" and "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime" are already common knowledge.

With such benefits at hand, why would a spiritual practitioner care about right or wrong?!
For the Chongming Sect today, annihilating the mere Hongshan Yang family is practically a trivial matter. So, in the eyes of others, why would Sect Leader Kang need to hesitate even slightly?

Most of the true cultivators in the arena seemed to have already sensed the impending bloodshed. They felt no sense of sorrow or sympathy for the impending annihilation of the Yang family.

On the contrary, they even felt a sense of satisfaction.

After all, treasures like Golden Core storage bags aren't something everyone is lucky enough to find. If the situation were reversed, it's hard to guarantee that anyone would be willing to give them up. It's just that the Yang family was unlucky. When Yang Xun and Shan Shijie were fighting the evil cultivators together, Yang Xun inadvertently revealed his weakness without realizing it, which led to this disaster.

Otherwise, if the Yang family of Hongshan had continued to quietly amass wealth for another one or two hundred years, they might have truly become another powerful border family in Yunjiao Prefecture with a senior official in charge.

Since you've lost the bet, you shouldn't be a sore loser. The lives of your entire clan were one of the stakes on the table. Now that they've been taken away, you can't blame anyone else, can you?

The thought that the Hongshan Yang family had become quite wealthy recently, and that the people in charge of Chongming Sect were always generous, made everyone in the room eager to get started.

Yuan Jin, who was leading the group, was not blinded by the enthusiastic atmosphere behind him. He only asked the Qingjue and Chizhang guards to form a battle formation, which seemed to be more than just guarding against someone breaking out from the Rainbow Mountain Formation.

Not long after, a beam of light landed, and Jiang Qing, carrying a long sword on his back, was surrounded by a fresh aura of killing intent that made the other cultivators in the arena dare not look directly at him.

Yuan Jin wasn't surprised and asked, "How did it go?"

"These two rogue alchemists are unknown, they are not famous but their skills are not bad. If it weren't for Senior Yuan's supervision, we might not have been able to achieve complete success this time."

Jiang Qing remained calm, and when he spoke of having just killed two fake core cultivators, there was not a trace of pride in his tone.

Yuan Jin subtly scrutinized his junior brother for a moment, and only after confirming that the latter was indeed unharmed did he feel a great weight lifted from his heart. He then asked again, "Where is Senior Yuan?"

"He said he was meeting a friend."

"friend?!"

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"Brother Yue, why are you doing this?" Yuan Buwen stood holding his halberd, looking earnest and earnest.

Yue Lin tapped his sword and replied in a calm tone, "Having heard the rumors, how could I not come and join in the fun? I just didn't expect the Kang family boy to act so quickly."

Yuan Buwen raised an eyebrow and asked, "If that's the case, then all the alchemists around who have a spare moment will be coming to join in the fun? I wonder if you know if any senior cultivators have set off yet?!"

Yue Lin initially didn't want to answer, but seeing the serious look in Yuan Buwen's eyes, he still replied:
"Kang's son is still in the limelight, and those with families and businesses may not be interested. But Shangxiu, who is desperate for money, doesn't care about so-called dignity or his affairs after death."

Upon hearing Yue Lin's words, the latter already had a general idea of ​​what was going on, and bowed in thanks. Yue Lin then gave Yuan Buwen a deep look, his tone tinged with regret:

“I didn’t realize before that Fellow Daoist Yuan’s eye for choosing a son-in-law was far superior to mine.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Buwen initially wanted to comfort her by mentioning that Yuan Xiyue's identity was not prominent, but when he thought of Yue Hongguo's current situation at Wulao Mountain, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

In retrospect, matters concerning the imperial heir were hardly something a respectable family from the borderlands like the Yue family could meddle in. If the Yue family hadn't abandoned the Liangyi Sect early on and joined the Marquis of Yunjiao Prefecture, they might not have met with such a miserable fate.

Yue Lin is a man of considerable stature in the surrounding provinces, so why would he need Yuan Buwen to comfort him?

He was decisive; seeing that Chongmingzong was prepared and that he had gained an advantage, he said no more and turned to leave.

After all, Yuan Buwen was no easy opponent, and even if Yue Lin could win, he would have to pay a heavy price. Moreover, if the two were to remain locked in a stalemate until Kang Dabao arrived in person, then Yue Lin would have no chance of winning whatsoever.

We can't just rely on this headmaster Kang, who's good at bullying women, to remember the little bit of friendship he has with the Black-Shoeed Taoist.

Yue Lin had never imagined that in less than a hundred years, the leader of a small sect with four spiritual roots would actually grow to the point where he had to rely on him. It was quite a sight.

Even after Yue Lin's escape light disappeared, Yuan Buwen remained vigilant.

After all, to be fair, if it weren't for the relationship between the Yuan family and the Chongming Sect, it would be strange if he, a mere novice cultivator, hadn't been tempted by the fact that other Foundation Establishment cultivators possessed Golden Core storage bags and similar items.

Putting yourself in their shoes, even if the Chongming Sect has some prestige now, it's perfectly normal for it to attract some desperate people to take risks.

Judging from the current situation, the news has spread much wider than Yuan Buwen had previously anticipated, and it's unknown how many people of the same level are unable to contain themselves.

The moment Yuan Buwen had this thought, he saw several powerful auras rushing towards Rainbow Mountain from all directions. So he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and rushed over on his spiritual weapon and carrying his magic halberd.

When Yuan Buwen arrived, five alchemists of varying appearances and builds had already landed opposite the Chongming Sect. Yuan Buwen had a wide circle of friends and some reputation in Shannan Dao, and he was familiar with many alchemists in the vicinity.

After scanning the crowd with his sharp eyes, he realized that what Yue Lin had said was true. The crowd consisted of solitary wanderers who dared to take the risk and gamble.

At that time, Jiang Qing was the only one on Chongming Sect's side, holding his sword in front. Although he had just advanced to the late stage of True Cultivation, he did not show any fear in the face of a group of Pill Masters.

Having studied the sword principles taught by Hong Wenshang of the Rift Sky Sword Sect, which were brought back by Lian Xuepu, Jiang Qing's swordsmanship has indeed reached a new level. If we say that his mastery of sword essence was not yet proficient before, then he is now much more skilled.

However, the two fake alchemists who had just died by his sword had already proven that Master Jiang's sword was sharper than before. Even if he was not as good as Yuan Buwen, a master alchemist of many years, he was still far superior to these ordinary alchemists in front of him, thanks to the power of his external alchemy.

The five alchemists present initially outnumbered the others, but they were still held back by Jiang Qing's sword aura. Then, Yuan Buwen, a well-known figure among his peers, appeared, making the cultivators even more uneasy.

Yuan Buwen, being experienced, saw this and stepped to Jiang Qing's side, joining him on the same path. He then spoke kindly to the cultivators in the arena:

"Fellow Daoists, why bother?! We are all people whose path to cultivation has been severed. Why do you risk offending Marquis Wu Ning to come here? You should know that you can't withstand the wrath of a superior cultivator."

As soon as the old cultivator finished speaking, Jiang Qing, with perfect understanding, threw the two heads of the Pill Masters he had just picked forward.

The cultivators opposite them saw two rather kind-looking heads of the same level roll to their feet. Even though Jiang Qing had not uttered a word from beginning to end, it still sent shockwaves through their hearts.

After all, as Yuan Buwen said, their own men were already cut off from all hope and were waiting to die. There was no need to take the risk of confronting the well-organized Chongming army.

After all, gaining an easy advantage is not the same as winning a hard-fought battle.

Among the five alchemists, the most prestigious was a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's robe. He glanced at the severed head at his feet, and after glancing around and noticing no other thoughts in the eyes of his companions, he stepped forward, bowed, and said:
"We were instigated by wicked people and made a grave mistake. We hope that Fellow Daoist Yuan will remember our past friendship and speak well of us to Marquis Wuning and forgive our offense."

Before them were five seasoned alchemists from various factions, who had survived two or three hundred years of bloodshed and turmoil. Who could say that any of them didn't have some trump card?

Even though Yuan Buwen was highly skilled, he was still pleased to hear these words. Just as he was about to respond, he saw a fierce glint suddenly flash in the eyes of the middle-aged man in the scholar's robe.

"Your mother and servants! Young Master Yuan, you can move now! These wretches dare to plot against your master, they can forget about their lives!!"

Just as Yuan Buwen was about to unleash his furious roar, he saw that the five Pill Masters opposite him had already made their move. Their three magical treasures and several top-grade spiritual artifacts shone brightly, and their murderous aura was astonishing as they pounced on him. Where was the timid and cowardly appearance that he had initially shown when he was only frightened by the name of the Great Sect Leader Kang?

Yuan Buwen's halberd has been nurtured for nearly a hundred years and is now perfectly suited to his needs. His mastery of the "Martial Arts Teachings of the Halberd-wielding Gentleman of the Wood Palace" has far surpassed that of the previous generations of the Yuan family in Jingnan.

Therefore, despite the large number of opponents, with the assistance of Jiang Qing, whose swordsmanship has improved, and the various factions of the Chongming Alliance forming a battle formation, it is truly impossible to imagine what chance those five alchemists on the other side have of winning.

"Unless he possesses a Golden Core!! Young Master Yuan, be careful!!"

Seeing another beam of mysterious light rapidly approaching the main formation's banner, and its aura being significantly stronger than his own, Yuan Buwen immediately became ruthless and nearly pinned the scholar-robed alchemist in front of him to death with a single halberd strike.

Unexpectedly, even after the latter had used all his strength to barely save his life, he still recklessly pounced on the attack, and while activating his magical weapon, he also loudly invigorated himself:

"Senior Huang Li has arrived! Chongming Zongkang Dabao, such a clown, is being blocked by another senior cultivator; he must be in dire straits! We, the free-spirited cultivators, have always faced difficulties in our cultivation. If we follow Senior Huang Li to open this formation today, we can seize all the treasures obtained by the Yang family."

But just as the Confucian-robed alchemist was halfway through his speech, a phantom of a blue lotus appeared around the great banner opposite him, blocking Huang Li, who had made thorough preparations.

The latter did not expect to be so easily stopped by a group of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining juniors. Even though he knew that the Dao soldiers trained by Yuan Jin had some reputation, he still showed some displeasure on his face.

This wasn't the first time the Chongming Alliance had fought against Shangxiu. Despite the presence of a powerful enemy, they remained undaunted, much to Huang Li Shangxiu's frustration and anger.

However, his anger hadn't lasted long when he saw another streak of light rushing towards him from afar. His pupils contracted, and he realized something was wrong.

The moment Huang Li had this idea, the five alchemists who were locked in a fierce battle with Jiang Qing and Yuan Buwen were caught in the crossfire.

The Confucian-robed alchemist was the first to be sliced ​​into a pulp by a sharp halberd light. Then, the terrified Wu Yan woman was cut in two by Jiang Qing's flying sword. Before Yuan Buwen could even make a move, he saw all the remaining enemies in front of him being killed by the halberd lights.

"So the 'Wooden Palace Star Lord's Halberd-wielding Military Strategy' has such wonderful uses!" The old cultivator's eyes revealed a hint of surprise, almost forgetting that he was on the battlefield.

Huang Li Shangxiu also witnessed this change and tried to escape without thinking. However, just as he was pulled out of the Qingjue Guard formation, he was pulled back by Xiu Ming and the various magical artifacts of Qiaogong Fortress, which made him a moment too slow.

At this moment, Sect Leader Kang had already leaped onto Huang Li's body, riding the breeze.

But then, as Marquis Wu Ning brandished his halberd, he laughed loudly and said, "Senior Huang Li, it's been a long time since we last met. You've even colluded with Fellow Daoist Jieyi to stop me. You really underestimate me! And you've even set your sights on the things in my home. You must have extraordinary skills. I'd like to earnestly learn from you!"

Huang Li's cultivation was only a moment, but the laughter overwhelmed him, causing his hand seals to become chaotic. He almost got his clothes dirty by some Foundation Establishment techniques from the Skillful Workshop, and he was truly in a sorry state.

However, whether he was in a sorry state or not had little impact on the overall battle situation.

Huang Lishang barely managed to deflect a few of Kang Dazhang's halberd strikes with his Moshan Shield before regret appeared on his face: "I was wrong, I was wrong! Spare my life! Spare my life!!"

However, the latter was unwilling to do so. With the light of his halberd shattering the shield and golden light striking his body, in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the cultivators of the Chongming Alliance witnessed their leader casually taking the life of a high-level cultivator.

After Kang Dabao put away the butcher's fist, he glanced at the Rainbow Mountain Formation. The formation then opened with a roar, and the Yang family members inside, along with Yang Xun, the head of the Yang family, who was holding something aloft, crawled out on their knees.

(End of this chapter)