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The cave was deathly silent, save for the slightly rapid breathing of the three people.

The cold voice continued to come clearly from outside the stone wall.

"One team to the east, two teams to the west, search every inch of the place!"

Zhao Ran's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and he instinctively gripped Li Changqing's sleeve. Li Changqing's expression was grave, his gaze shifting between Lin Yuan and Zhao Ran, his palms drenched in cold sweat.

It wasn't that he was particularly afraid of the person outside, but rather that if they were discovered, they would inevitably face an attack from the Demonic Sect.

The demonic sect that attacked Qinghe Palace now has the resources to hunt down the remaining Qinghe Palace members. Obviously, the battle is nearing its end, and the sect leader is probably in grave danger!

Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged; he simply lowered his breathing further.

With his keen hearing, he had already discerned who was issuing the orders outside. As expected, the turmoil at Qinghe Palace was indeed related to Ling Xiao.

The footsteps grew closer.

A disciple of the Demonic Sect, wielding a steel saber, parted the dense vines, his gaze sweeping across the moss-covered mountainside. His eyes lingered for a moment on the boulder where Lin Yuan and the others were hiding before shifting away.

Inside the cave, Zhao Ran's heart nearly leaped into his throat.

However, just as the disciple was about to leave, Ling Xiao's figure appeared behind him.

"etc."

Ling Xiao's gaze was sharp. He stared at the boulder that was slightly different in color from the mountain wall, and a cold smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Lin Yuan, you really keep surprising me. I just wonder how you managed to move this boulder this time."

Ling Xiao stared at the marks left by the friction of the boulder on the ground, his eyes flashing with light.

He didn't order his men to act, but stepped forward himself, forming a sword shape with his fingers. A sharp burst of true energy shot out from his fingertips and struck the center of the boulder.

"boom!"

The massive boulder, weighing thousands of kilograms, was shattered into several pieces by this skillful touch, revealing the dark entrance to everyone.

The moonlight and torchlight shone in, illuminating the figures of the three people inside the cave, making them impossible to hide.

"Oh, Fifth Elder, Junior Sister Zhao Ran, and... my dear former Junior Brother, I've found you." Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back at the cave entrance, looking down at them with a playful, cat-and-mouse expression in his eyes.

His gaze finally settled on Lin Yuan, his scrutinizing look tinged with undisguised greed.

"A top-tier expert at the age of six!"

Ling Xiao's voice carried an unusual excitement, "Tell me, what kind of extraordinary encounter did you have? Is it an ancient cultivation technique or a rare treasure? Hand it over, and I might let you die a quick death."

Li Changqing stepped forward, shielding Lin Yuan and Zhao Ran behind him, and roared, "Ling Xiao! You have betrayed your sect!"

After Li Changqing saw Ling Xiao's face clearly, his expression changed instantly. He thought of many things, but the only thing he was certain of was that his eldest disciple was definitely killed by Ling Xiao.

"Old man, you have no right to speak here." Ling Xiao's eyes turned cold, and instantly countless disciples of the Holy Sect surrounded Li Changqing, Lin Yuan, and the others at the cave entrance.

Li Changqing glanced at the number of people around him, his expression turning serious. There were several hundred of them; if other innate masters were to deal with these people, it would be a piece of cake.

However, this alchemy expert who was not skilled in martial arts was somewhat overwhelmed, not to mention that he also had to protect his two disciples.

Lin Yuan walked quietly in front of Li Changqing, blocking him and Zhao Ran, and looked up calmly at Ling Xiao.

"Master, Senior Sister, when I make my move, you run into the cave and don't look back. This cave leads directly to the cliff behind the mountain." His voice was soft, but it carried an unprecedented decisiveness.

"Yuan'er, I..."

Li Changqing wanted to say that he was the master, but when he thought of Lin Yuan's extraordinary talent, he swallowed his words back.

Only then did he realize that compared to his master, who was not skilled in martial arts, his precious disciple was quite adept at fighting.

Along the way, he killed no fewer than fifty demonic sect disciples with ease, and he was quick, accurate and ruthless, unlike a child who had just started practicing martial arts.

"Alright! Be careful, my disciple. Your senior sister and I are waiting for you at the edge of the cliff!"

After saying that, Li Changqing didn't hesitate any longer and pulled Zhao Ran along as they ran deeper into the cave.

Lin Yuan didn't turn around. Sensing the movement behind him, a smile appeared on his lips. He felt increasingly fond of his straightforward master.

He looked calmly at Ling Xiao, who was surrounded by a group of demonic sect disciples.

It's a dark and windy night; let's settle all our old and new scores here today.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan moved instantly.

Without any warning, he shot straight at the numerous disciples of the Demonic Sect like a cannonball.

There were no fancy moves, just the simplest, most direct punch.

The fist intent of "Vajra Wrathful Dragon Tiger Fist" bursts forth, the small fist twisting the surrounding air, bringing with it the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls.

A group of demonic sect disciples who hadn't even reacted yet were instantly wiped out by him, with nearly half of them gone.

It's a joke. He's now a master of the Innate Realm, and an invincible one among those of the same level. I don't know what kind of courage he has that makes Ling Xiao think that a bunch of small fry can stop him.

Instantly, screams and wails echoed throughout the cave.

Li Changqing and Zhao Ran, who were running wildly in the distance, were horrified by what they heard. The sound of bones breaking and the vibrations of corpses hitting the cave walls told them that a massacre had taken place at the cave entrance.

"Master, is it really okay to let our junior brother experience such bloody battles at such a young age?"

Zhao Ran's voice trembled slightly.

Li Changqing paused, a hint of desolation in his eyes.

"It's all my fault as the teacher. I didn't teach him much, and instead, I made Yuan'er bear things he shouldn't have to at such a young age!"

As Li Changqing finished speaking with a sigh, Zhao Ran fell silent. She was no different; even though she was the senior sister, she was utterly useless.

The fighting continues

When Ling Xiao saw Lin Yuan slaughtering the demonic sect disciples as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, even though he had originally been confident of victory.

"This is not just a first-class realm expert, it's clearly a Xiantian level expert."

Seeing Lin Yuan getting closer and closer, Ling Xiao turned and ran without thinking. Although he was quite arrogant and had his eyes on the treasures on Lin Yuan's body, he knew he was no match for him, so rushing forward was simply courting death.

Lin Yuan casually blasted the head of a close-combat demonic sect disciple. Despite his rampage, his mind was actually focused on Ling Xiao, and he saw him trying to run away.

A cruel smile appeared on Lin Yuan's lips, mixed with the blood on his face. At this moment, he looked like a true demon child descended to earth.

"Senior brother, where are we headed?"

A gentle voice suddenly rang in Ling Xiao's ear, and Ling Xiao instantly felt his scalp tingle and a strong sense of fear quickly filled his heart.

Turning his head, he saw a small figure moving almost right next to his ear. The intense fear made him instinctively slap the figure away.

The palm strike was fierce; it could be said that, fueled by fear, Ling Xiao used almost all of his strength. If a martial artist of the same realm were to fight against him without going all out, they would definitely be seriously injured.

However, his seemingly all-out attack was easily caught by Lin Yuan, and a small, cold hand grasped his palm, causing Ling Xiao's expression to change drastically.

"Snap!"

A force far beyond his imagination emanated from Lin Yuan's small hand. His larger hand, as if made of clay, was instantly crushed into powder.

Before Ling Xiao could even scream, he was sent flying backward by Lin Yuan's sudden burst of internal force, crashing hard into the mountain wall at the cave entrance. His blood surged, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Xiao stared in horror at the six-year-old child who landed steadily without swaying at all.

"No, the sheer volume of this true essence... second level of the Innate Realm... how is this possible!"

Ling Xiao was greatly alarmed. He knew that there were nine levels of the Innate Realm, each level representing a different realm. Many people might spend decades trying to break through to the first level of the Innate Realm without making any progress whatsoever.

How could Lin Yuan not only break through to the first level of the Innate Realm in such a short time, but also advance to the next level? This is completely inconsistent with his martial arts experience.