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Chapter 297 Reunion
The purple smoke within Yunxi's dantian pulsed more and more violently, even becoming somewhat urgent. Just as she was about to forcibly suppress the purple smoke, the cultivator from the Immortal Transformation Sect looked at Yunxi and asked in a kind manner:
"Why would this young friend Feng come to our Nascent Soul cultivators' training area?"

Yunxi bowed and was about to explain when suddenly a ball of purple flame flew out from Yiran's palm and rushed into Yunxi's dantian. The change happened so fast that Yusu didn't even have time to stop it.

In the blink of an eye, the purple flames engulfed Yunxi. Yu Su's blue silk ribbon instantly made its move, and Yun Chen, the Buddhist disciple, also frowned and flicked out the Buddhist beads on his wrist. He had invited Yunxi, and now that she had been ambushed by a Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't just stand by and watch.

Han Lian did not make a move; she simply stood beside Yun Xi, who was being consumed by purple flames, to prevent any accidents from happening. She would not interfere in the rest.

Yunxi was in dire straits at the moment. After she collapsed to the ground, Ziyan had already left her dantian and traveled through her body along her meridians, gradually absorbing the purple flames into her own body.

"Zi Yan, what's going on?"

“Master, you must lend me a hand this time. This purple flame is the other half of my original body that I separated out.”

Yunxi immediately understood:
"Is this the Xuanlei Purple Flame that carries a wisp of Lei Hongxuan's soul?"

"Yes."

"Is his wisp of soul still there? Is it alright for you to absorb it now?"

As Ziyan increased the speed of her movement through the meridians, she replied:
"If I'm not mistaken, that wisp of soul has already merged with this male cultivator."

Xuanlei Ziyan knew its former master too well; it could survive as long as there was even the slightest chance.

Yunxi felt like she was about to be roasted alive. While channeling the spiritual energy from her dantian to the Xuanlei Purple Flame, she asked telepathically:
"So, is this True Monarch Yiran actually Lei Hongxuan or himself?"

"It is also Lei Hongxuan."

After answering, Ziyan accelerated its devouring speed. Having finally found a promising master, it had no desire to return to Lei Hongxuan's hands or continue to be the core of the formation.

Yunxi could sense that Ziyan was going all out this time. Her rate of consuming spiritual energy was no slower than that of the Nine Netherworld Dragon Umbrella. Without Yunxi even needing to give an order, the fairy spirit had already begun supplying her with spiritual energy, muttering to herself as she did so:

"Master, look, I was right to have foresight. Luckily, I secured a high-grade spiritual vein beforehand, otherwise you'd be waiting to be drained dry by the purple smoke or have your strange fire stolen."

"I know, stop nagging. Quickly lend me a hand. Right now, with True Monarch Yu Su holding him back, it will be difficult to find another opportunity once he realizes what's going on and removes the strange fire."

"understand!"

The fairy grass, knowing the importance of the matter, shook its leaves, sending more blue light into its master's meridians.

Meanwhile, the tiny creatures that were instantly transported into the space were frantically spinning around, hoping that their master could escape danger this time.

Yun Chen Buddha's twenty-seven star-moon bodhi beads surrounded Yi Ran Zhenjun. Under his divine sense control, the twenty-seven beads emitted a soft halo, assisting Yu Su Zhenjun in launching an attack.

Yu Su Zhenjun already had a bad impression of Yi Ran, and the other party even attacked the Hao Ran Sect disciple in front of her. This was a blatant slap in the face, and she was furious. She used her Qingling, which was wrapped with overwhelming water spiritual power, to attack the folding fan in the other party's hand.

Yi Ran, caught between Yu Su Zhenjun and Yun Chen Buddhist Disciple, frowned and then said loudly:

"Buddha Yunchen, are you willing to make an enemy of the Immortal Transformation Sect for the sake of a Golden Core cultivator who is not under your tutelage?"

"Amitabha! Fellow Daoist, you alone cannot represent the entire Immortal Transformation Sect. Besides, I brought Young Friend Feng here. You attacked him for no reason. Do you even respect Yunmen Temple?" Yun Chen, the Buddhist disciple, may have a good temper, but that doesn't mean he's easy to bully. Especially since Yun Xi didn't want to travel with them before, it was he who invited her to join them to avoid being alone with Han Lian.

If Feng Xiyun hadn't traveled with them, perhaps she wouldn't have encountered Yiran, and wouldn't have hesitated at the brink of death. For both reason and duty, he would have had to lend a helping hand.

Yi Ran snorted coldly and increased the speed of her attack. With each wave of her folding fan, she unleashed golden blades that collided with the blue silk, and the aftershocks of the attack quickly spread in all directions.

Hanlian Zhenjun waved his hand to create an ice wall, blocking the aftershocks of the battle between the three Nascent Soul cultivators. His divine sense also swept over the Golden Core male cultivator who was still being engulfed by purple flames, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This Feng Xiyun has actually persisted until now. You should know that the strange fire controlled by a Nascent Soul cultivator is not easy to deal with, especially when you are caught off guard. It is the least of your worries to have your dantian destroyed. Being burned to ashes by the strange fire is the normal outcome. But this person is still fighting against the strange fire, which proves that the other party also has a strange fire in his body.

Han Lian smiled slightly, surprised that Yun Chen, the Buddhist disciple, had indeed made a good judgment and hadn't praised the wrong person.

Just as the three were fighting to a fever pitch, the flames around Yunxi quickly went out, and in the next instant, a ball of purple flame flew away from her body, like a weary bird returning to its nest, flying towards Yiran Zhenjun.

Yi Ran's face lit up with joy, but she immediately scanned the area with her divine sense and discovered that the male cultivator was not dead. Her expression changed drastically, but it was too late; the purple flames had already rushed into his dantian.

The moment it rushed into Yiran Zhenjun's dantian, Ziyan swallowed another wisp of divine consciousness imprint from its own body. It had been putting up with this bastard for a long time. If it weren't for Lei Hongxuan's crazy actions, it wouldn't be as weak as it is now.

Therefore, the first thing Ziyan did upon entering the dantian was to destroy the opponent's spiritual root.

Yiran Zhenjun let out a muffled groan as his body plummeted downwards. In the instant of his fall, he was struck by a blue ribbon attack from Yu Su and was sent flying a great distance.

Following the principle of striking while the iron is hot, Yu Su's second attack aimed straight for the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness. Just at the critical moment, a humanoid phantom blocked Yi Ran's path, shouting loudly:
"How dare you! Who has harmed my junior!"

Immediately, the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator swept over the four of them.

Yunxi didn't expect that Yiran was a third-generation cultivator, which explained why the other half of the Xuanlei Ziyan was on him. She had heard that the Xuanlei Ziyan had been stolen by a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Central Region. Obviously, this big shot gave the strange fire to his valued junior and left a divine sense mark on him to save his life.

Yunxi immediately transmitted her voice:
"Ziyan, hurry up!"

Then, enduring the pressure from the opponent's Nascent Soul stage cultivation, he opened the Nine Netherworld Dragon Umbrella and placed it in front of the four people, making them feel a little better.

"No!"

A shrill scream diverted the attention of the Nascent Soul cultivator. The moment he turned around, Yunxi and the other three saw that True Monarch Yiran had been engulfed by his own strange fire and turned to ashes three breaths later. Even his nascent soul had not escaped his body.

"Ran'er!"

The Nascent Soul Split only had time to call out the junior's name before the ball of purple flame vanished before everyone's eyes in a streak of purple light. The Nascent Soul Split turned to look at the four people, and roared in impotent rage:

"You just wait."

In the next instant, Yu Su, Yun Chen, and Han Lian attacked simultaneously with perfect coordination, unleashing their most powerful strikes. The white, blue, and gold attacks landed on the split soul at the same time.

See you tomorrow, babies~