Ordinary People: Starting with the Chen Clan

Looking at the Yue Emperor, whose cultivation had reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, he felt a slight sense of relief, just as he had expected.

However, he did not rush to make a move. Instead, he turned around and disappeared from the rooftop in a flash.

What he didn't notice was that the moment he left, the Yue Emperor, who had been engrossed in reviewing memorials, looked up and glanced outside the palace.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes!

He put down his pen and waved for the people around him to leave.

When the entire palace was empty, its mouth was slightly open, as if it were whispering something to someone, but unfortunately no one could hear it.

After leaving the main hall, Chen Xuanzhou began searching the entire palace, trying to find the location of the lair.

This time, he did not hesitate, but simply avoided the location of the Yue Emperor with his divine sense.

Although he had never cultivated the Xuan Yin True Scripture, it can be inferred from the original work that the clone was merely a high-level puppet.

Moreover, he remembered that Qingwen was ranked high in Foundation Establishment among the four Blood Servants, and he estimated that he had not yet reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

It's even possible that he might have joined the Black Fiend Cult.

This is one of the reasons why he dared to venture out alone.

Under Chen Xuanzhou's divine sense, he quickly discovered a hidden cave in a garden.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Xuanzhou's eyes, and with a frown, he took out a black sphere from his storage bag without hesitation.

Then he threw it towards a corner of the artificial hill.

When the black sphere touched the artificial mountain, there was no explosion or other noise; instead, it blended into the rockery silently.

Before Chen Xuanzhou could even sneak in, a voice came from inside the artificial hill.

"Very well, very well! A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to act so recklessly in Yuejing. Doesn't he think too little of the seven sects?"

Upon discovering that he had been discovered, Chen Xuanzhou was not nervous at all; in fact, he even breathed a sigh of relief.

Because accompanying the other party's voice was a fluctuation of early Foundation Establishment stage magic power.

With a loud boom, a bolt of lightning instantly appeared in front of him.

Chen Xuanzhou's move, made without any warning, was clearly unexpected by the Yue Emperor's clone. It was surprising that the reputation of the Seven Sects had failed to intimidate the opponent.

Fortunately, the other party was only a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. A flash of blood-red light appeared on his body, transforming into a light screen.

The lightning struck it, causing it to tremble slightly before settling down.

A mocking smile appeared on the clone's lips. Then, with a flick of his finger, streaks of blood-red light transformed into spears and shot towards Chen Xuanzhou.

Before the blood-red light had traveled more than ten feet, a cold light had already enveloped the opponent, along with the blood-red color.

"All that fancy stuff!"

Chen Xuanzhou stepped forward, and a rhombus-shaped crystal on his forehead disappeared.

Then he leisurely walked forward and used his divine sense to thoroughly scan its condition from top to bottom.

"Very good, kept fresh by refrigeration! The temperature is just right, hehehe..."

Then a golden light flashed between his brows, and the clone disappeared.

At the same time, a figure appeared behind Chen Xuanzhou. The Yue Emperor was dressed in imperial robes, but his face showed no trace of imperial aura, only suppressed ferocity.

"Hand over my clone, and I might spare your corpse!"

"I think you should worry about yourself more."

Before he could finish speaking, bolts of lightning crisscrossed the ground around him, forming a giant net that bound his feet firmly to the spot.

Although it immediately activated its protective blood shield the moment it sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy on the ground, the power of lightning still penetrated the hastily activated blood shield.

This caused his entire magical power to be completely stifled.

Chen Xuanzhou didn't dare to hold back. First, a cold light swept across, turning the blood shield into a pile of ice crystals. Then, two beams of light landed on it one after the other.

One of the cuts severed his head, while the other reduced him to a piece of charcoal.

"This Yuehuang dungeon isn't that difficult! I prepared so much, and even sacrificed a set of Eight Spider Spears."

Chen Xuanzhou picked up the storage bag from the ground, muttering to himself.

Then he took out a talisman, said a few words to it, and released it.

He simply vanished from the spot, showing no desire to even glance inside the dungeon, as he had already scanned it with his divine sense and found no Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators hiding there.

As for those Qi Refining disciples, who dared to step forward when they felt the lingering power of the Foundation Establishment battle outside?

Outside the imperial city, Chen Shangyu watched as the talisman in his hand burned to ashes.

"The patriarch has already dealt with the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator. Now it's our turn to show our skills. If you can't even handle this small matter, you should know what that means."

Remember, this isn't about reckless brawling. What we want is a perfect annihilation battle, not a fight where we both suffer heavy losses.

After saying this, he was the first to lead a group of men into the palace.

The people behind them had clear roles and worked in groups of three, advancing in a very orderly manner.

The first person scouted with a shield, while two others behind him, one wielding an offensive magic weapon and the other a talisman, were ready to strike at any moment.

As for the last person, they were equipped with auxiliary and defensive magical artifacts for support.

In the underground hall filled with cages, several Qi Refining cultivators gathered together.

One of them, a cultivator who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and dressed as a Taoist priest, had a fair complexion, no beard, and regular features. He was surrounded by dozens of people.

"Qingwen, say something. You have the highest cultivation level here. What should we do now?"

There has been no movement outside for a long time, and the cult leader has not sent back any message. I'm afraid...

A hint of resentment flashed across the blue-patterned Taoist's face.

He was unwilling to give up everything for the path to immortality, even abandoning his initial principles, yet he still couldn't get a slim chance.

At this moment, his hatred for the Seven Factions deepened even further.

"Since the seven factions want to destroy me, are you all just going to offer your necks for slaughter?"

The leader has already left us, so naturally we must follow closely behind. Even if we die, we will still take a piece of flesh from the mouths of the seven factions!

Why have we done all these dirty things over the years?

"It is because the Seven Sects have severed our path to immortality that we, though insignificant as ants, can still shake the heavens!"

The other dozens of people looked on with a puzzled expression.

"Qingwen is right. Now, only by fighting tooth and nail will we have a glimmer of hope!"

Several of the more powerful individuals had a hint of bloodlust in their eyes, as if they were filled with blood.

Its aura fluctuated constantly, as if it were about to rush out and fight to the death with the people from the seven factions outside.

Those with weaker cultivation levels mostly remained silent.

Some even had their eyes darting around, looking at the cages to the side, as if they were pondering something.

"Qingwen, what do you suggest we do? You're the most cunning one here."

Rushing forward like this is like lambs to the slaughter. Besides this entrance, the other entrances are all sealed off by a powerful formation. Without the sect leader's token, there's no way we can get out!"

The towering man, not yet completely swayed by his emotions, asked Qingwen another question.