Starting at the Nascent Soul stage, a rogue cultivator is incredibly poor.

Three drumbeats, and the music begins.

In front of the Blood Fiend Sect's main hall, red silk was laid out on the ground and lanterns were hung high. A newlywed couple slowly walked out from behind the hall. The groom wore a crimson brocade robe, and the bride wore a wedding gown. Both were at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and their brows revealed the sharpness unique to young cultivators.

The cultivators in the square rose to their feet, and cries of congratulations rose and fell.

Qingyouzi sat in the corner, not moving.

He's still waiting.

The newlyweds walked to the center of the square and were about to bow towards the main hall.

Qingyouzi slightly raised his palm.

There was no warning.

A gigantic cyan palm materialized out of thin air above everyone's heads, its lines clearly visible, radiating a chilling spiritual pressure. None of the hundreds of cultivators in the plaza noticed it beforehand.

Snapped--

The giant hand pressed down.

So fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage.

Before the newlyweds could even look up, they were slammed to the ground by a cyan palm. Their protective aura, typical of mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators, shattered instantly, like paper.

The blood mist exploded.

Red silk, bits of meat, and bone fragments mingled together, splashing out in a dazzling flower on the bluestone pavement.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Who dares to kill someone on Blood Fiend Sect's territory?

Are they killing today's newcomers?

"who--!"

Inside the main hall, eight powerful auras of Golden Core cultivators erupted. Eight figures rushed out of the hall almost simultaneously, standing in mid-air, their divine senses sweeping across the entire area like a whirlwind.

It was the five Golden Core elders of the Blood Fiend Sect, plus three Golden Core rogue cultivators who came to offer their congratulations.

The eight men's faces turned ashen.

"Who dares to act so arrogantly in my Blood Fiend Sect!"

The Blood Fiend Sect Master's blood-red robe billowed as he unleashed the full pressure of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

The cultivators in the square were overwhelmed and could hardly breathe, and the Qi Refining cultivators even knelt down on the ground.

Qingyouzi smiled.

His fingertips twitched slightly.

A rumbling, swishing sound rang out.

The ground suddenly shook.

Countless cyan threads burst forth from the ground, as thin as hair yet incredibly strong. The threads intertwined in the air, transforming in the blink of an eye into an enormous cyan net, completely covering the entire plaza and the main hall.

Someone wanted to escape.

The moment it touched the net, its body was sliced ​​into several pieces, without even having time to scream.

"This, this is..."

A rogue cultivator at the Golden Core stage had a drastic change in expression.

Before they could react, an even more terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

Nascent Soul Intimidation!

The eight Golden Core cultivators were struck as if by a heavy blow, falling from mid-air and crashing heavily to the ground. Their knees shattered the bluestone slabs, and they were forced to their knees by the force of the impact.

All the cultivators in the square, regardless of whether they were at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stage, were completely immobilized by the pressure, unable to even lift a finger.

In the corner, the unassuming fat monk slowly stood up.

His face began to change, his figure grew taller, and he eventually returned to the appearance of a Taoist priest in a green robe.

It was Qingyouzi.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent.

"The Nascent Soul Ancestor..."

The Blood Fiend Sect Master struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with horror.

How is that possible?

When did the Blood Fiend Sect offend such an existence?

Qing Youzi walked step by step to the eight Golden Core cultivators, his footsteps standing out clearly in the deathly silent square.

"Senior..." The Blood Fiend Sect Master suppressed his fear, his voice trembling, "This junior does not know where I have offended you, senior. Please enlighten me. The Blood Fiend Sect is willing to give everything to atone for our sins!"

"apologize?"

Qingyouzi stopped and looked down at him.

"The sect leader is so forgetful."

His lips moved slightly, transmitting his voice discreetly.

"Back then, you led two other Golden Core elders to hunt me down for that Nascent Soul Pill. You caused me to be severely injured and lose all my magical treasures. I've always wanted revenge for that!"

Just one short sentence.

The Blood Fiend Sect Master's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned deathly pale.

"It's you... thirty years ago... that Nascent Soul Pill... that's impossible, how could you!"

He remembered.

Years ago, to seize a Nascent Soul Pill, the three Golden Core elders joined forces to hunt down a late-stage Golden Core cultivator for three whole months. That person was unpredictable and escaped several times, finally managing to escape despite being severely injured.

Who would have thought...

Thirty years later, that person had become a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Looks like I've remembered."

"Qingyouzi said calmly."

As soon as the words were spoken, the silk thread moved.

Puff puff!

Five muffled thuds.

The five Golden Core elders of the Blood Fiend Sect froze simultaneously, their brows, chests, and dantian all pierced by cyan threads. With a twist of the threads, their internal organs were instantly pulverized.

The five men collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The whole process took only a moment.

The remaining three Golden Core cultivators were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

One of the elderly men with a white beard was the first to react and immediately kowtowed:

"Senior, please understand! The three of us were merely here to offer our congratulations and have no close ties with the Blood Fiend Sect! These wretches dared to offend you; they deserve to die!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" another person quickly echoed, "This junior is willing to help senior wipe out the remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect, leaving no future trouble!"

The third person even took out the storage bag directly:

"I offer all my possessions to you, senior, in exchange for your life!"

Qingyouzi looked at them and suddenly smiled.

He walked up to the white-bearded old man and gently patted him on the shoulder.

The old man trembled and almost collapsed.

"rest assured."

Qingyouzi's voice was gentle.

"I am not a bloodthirsty person. Today, I will only punish the Blood Fiend Sect; it has nothing to do with you all."

Upon hearing this, the three felt as if they had been granted a pardon and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you so much, senior! Thank you so much for sparing my life!"

The other cultivators in the square also breathed a sigh of relief, and hope was rekindled in the eyes of many.

Qingyouzi stepped back two paces and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Let's all go."

The three of them carefully got up, exchanged a glance, and turned to leave.

Just took a step.

Three cyan phantoms flashed by.

The three men froze simultaneously, looking down at their chests. Three bloody holes were gushing blood; their hearts had been pierced.

"No, I told you to leave, and you actually left?"

Qingyouzi shook his head, his tone playful.

The three men stared wide-eyed as they slowly collapsed to the ground, never understanding why they had died.

Qingyouzi stared coldly at their corpses.

He certainly disliked indiscriminate killing.

But today he used his natal magic weapon, the Myriad Threads. There are only so many Nascent Soul cultivators in the Southern Profound Continent; anyone with a discerning eye can easily identify him. These people all saw it; who can guarantee they'll keep quiet?

Only the dead cannot speak.

Furthermore, since these cultivators were able to attend the Blood Fiend Sect's grand ceremony, they were probably not benevolent people. Killing them would be a good deed, a way of eliminating a scourge for the people.

He turned and looked at the hundreds of monks in the square.

The hope on everyone's faces froze instantly, turning into despair.

A hint of apology appeared on Qingyouzi's face.

"Feel sorry."

He said.

"I apologize for my oversight. I will be more careful next time."

He paused, then added:

"Of course, that's a matter for the next life for you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the net tightened.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The cyan threads weaved like living things, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in their wake. Qi Refining cultivators died instantly, while Foundation Establishment cultivators barely managed to hold out for a moment before collapsing as well.

In less than ten breaths.

The square returned to silence.

Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like a river. Red silk was soaked in blood, lanterns cast a red glow, the scene was eerie and tragic.

Qingyouzi remained expressionless and raised her hand to make a gesture.

The storage bags of eight Golden Core cultivators flew into his hand. He walked to the corpse of the Blood Fiend Sect Master and pointed a finger at his brow.

Soul Search.

He knew the location of the Blood Fiend Sect's treasure vault in its entirety, but he also seemed to have noticed something unusual.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, unsure whether this was a blessing or a curse.

He took out a jade pendant from the sect leader's storage bag. The jade pendant was light gold in color, palm-sized, with the words "Celestial Immortal" engraved on the front and cloud patterns on the back.

"System, identify this item."

A thought crossed my mind.

"Ding, one thousand spirit stones consumed, appraisal successful."

Item: Celestial Token

"Note: With this token, you can participate in the opening of the Heavenly Immortal Cave Secret Realm in two years. The secret realm is a relic from ancient times, containing countless inheritances, spiritual objects, and opportunities. Nascent Soul cultivators can also enter to seek breakthrough opportunities."

Qingyouzi played with the jade tablet, seemingly lost in thought.

It came without any effort.

However, what he had seen in the other person's memory earlier wasn't about this object, but rather...

Then, he took out a jade slip from his storage bag. As he probed it with his divine sense, his brows gradually furrowed.

As expected, the jade slip contained a secret report.

"The Northern Continent, the Heavenly Fiend Sect? They have some nerve, actually extending their reach to the Southern Profound Continent! Could it be that they want to instigate another war between the two continents?"