Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The corpse had returned to its ugly, black form.

The young face still bore the traces of deathly terror; his mouth was wide open, his eyes bulging, whether from the immense backlash of the Yin Ancestor's possession or from the sheer fear he had felt during his life-or-death crisis was unclear.

The woman in purple tilted her head: "They ran away?"

She raised her hand and pointed, and a black sword aura shot out from her fingertip, instantly disappearing into the void.

The sword energy followed a faint connection, tracing the traces left by the Extreme Yin Ancestor when he possessed the body, and chased after it from afar, like a winding curve.

Soon, a faint, shrill scream echoed from the void, growing fainter as it faded into the distance before disappearing into the sea breeze.

The woman in purple withdrew her finger, looking down at her fair fingertip, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What a pity, it was just the possessed Extreme Yin Ancestor. Otherwise, killing a Nascent Soul cultivator would have brought considerable benefits!"

Zi Ling's consciousness remained silent for a moment before she uttered softly, "You're already powerful enough. Can't you consider the feelings of a mere cultivator who hasn't even reached the Golden Core stage yet?"

Ye Chen ignored her.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

The cultivators of the Hidden Fiend Sect were terrified by this sudden turn of events and were scattering in all directions.

Some flew away on swords, some used escape techniques, and some even jumped directly into the sea, splashing around like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Meanwhile, the alliance cultivators who had followed the Miaoyin Sect to encircle and suppress them were looking at each other in bewilderment, unsure whether to pursue or retreat.

"Since we don't have much time left, let's take advantage of this opportunity and get as much benefit as possible for you!"

Ye Chen flexed his fingers, and his knuckles made a slight cracking sound.

The purple figure vanished from the spot in the next second.

When it reappeared, it was already behind a Golden Core cultivator who was riding a sword at breakneck speed.

The cultivator felt a chill on the back of his neck, then lost consciousness and slumped limply off the flying sword.

The woman in purple reached out and snatched the man's storage bag, then casually tossed it behind her.

The storage bag traced an arc and landed precisely where Zi Ling had originally been standing.

One, two, three.

The third person ran the fastest, having already disappeared several hundred feet away, almost becoming just a small black dot.

But the woman in purple simply raised her hand and waved it, sending an invisible burst of energy through the air, causing the small black dot to fall straight into the sea.

Splash! Water splashed everywhere.

The fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

Golden Core cultivators were no different from paper in front of her; she could take them down with a single palm strike or a single punch.

Sometimes, even just a glance is enough to send someone flying backward, coughing up blood, as if struck by a heavy blow.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, she dragged out the Golden Core cultivators from the Hidden Fiend Sect and several other forces that had defected at the last minute, from the sky to the sea, and from the sea to the crevices of the reefs, one by one, and knocked them all unconscious.

More than a dozen people were lying haphazardly on the ground, and their storage bags were piled up like a small mountain.

The disciples of the Miaoyin Sect watched all this from afar, dumbfounded.

What's wrong with their sect leader today?

Although he is usually decisive and efficient, he would never use such methods or be so cruel.

Zi Ling's consciousness remained silent for a long time before she finally couldn't help but speak: "Isn't this... a bit too conspicuous?"

"I'm doing this to establish my authority!"

Ye Chen then slapped down another cultivator who was trying to slip away from the side. "You, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, suddenly wiped out so many Golden Core cultivators. From now on, everyone will have to think twice before touching you. Who would dare to mess with you?"

Zi Ling thought about it and felt that it made some sense, but something also seemed off.

"But you used my body, so they'll all think I did it. What if an even bigger culprit comes knocking on our door..."

"Then call me again."

Ye Chen said matter-of-factly, "Anyway, with my talent, I can arrive anytime. I'll kill one if one comes, and two if two come!"

"This mere mortal realm might send a few Nascent Soul stage cultivators at most, which I can easily suppress!"

Zi Ling was completely speechless.

......

The last cultivator who fled was the fastest, having already traveled dozens of miles and almost disappeared at the edge of the horizon.

But Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized the figure.

He wore a simple blue robe, had an ordinary face, and rode a blue flying sword. His running posture exuded caution and composure.

Han Li.

"Yo, Old Devil Han!"

Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly.

Zi Ling's consciousness jolted awake: "What are you going to do?"

"Robbery!"

Before the words were even finished, the purple figure had already vanished from the spot.

For cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm, a distance of tens of miles is merely a matter of a breath.

Ye Chen arrived suddenly, his clothes fluttering in the wind, stepping on a cloud, looking down at the young man in green robes who was running wildly on a flying sword below.

Han Li raised his head, his pupils contracting sharply.

No matter how well you plan your escape, you can't really run away if you actually encounter someone.

His mind raced, and he instantly analyzed the current situation.

This woman in purple has unfathomable cultivation. Even the Yin Ancestor couldn't last a single round against her. As a mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator, I would be courting death if I tried to fight her head-on.

But who exactly is Han Li?

There is never only one way to save your life: running away.

The talisman in his sleeve was already clutched in his palm, the array plate in his storage bag was ready to be activated at any moment, and there was even a pill hidden under his tongue, ready to be swallowed at any time to unleash his spiritual power...

However, the woman in purple did not give him any chance to use his skills.

She descended from the sky, and a fair and slender hand slowly and deliberately placed on Han Li's shoulder.

Han Li felt as if a mountain had pressed down on him, and he froze on the spot, unable to move.

The golden core within his body circulated wildly, and spiritual power surged forth like a tide, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, unable to even stir up a ripple.

His expression finally changed.

He had never felt this sense of powerlessness before.

The Yin Ancestor was in the Nascent Soul stage, but even so, he couldn't give him this kind of oppressive feeling that he couldn't resist at all.

What level of cultivation does this person possess?

She is definitely not Zi Ling!

The thought flashed through Han Li's mind like lightning.

Possession?

Or is it some old monster, using a possession technique similar to that of the Extreme Yin Ancestor?

Countless thoughts raced through Han Li's mind, but his expression quickly returned to calm.

He looked up and forced a slightly stiff smile.

"Senior, I was just passing by..."

The woman in purple tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Passing by the Hidden Fiend Sect, covering dozens of miles, and you're just passing through?"

Han Li's smile froze even more: "This junior is timid and afraid of being implicated."

"So now, you've definitely been affected!"

The woman in purple reached out and pulled the storage bag off Han Li's waist, then weighed it in her hand.

"What's in here?"

Han Li's heart was bleeding, but he remained respectful: "These are just some odds and ends, not worth much. If you like them, please feel free to take them."

The woman in purple opened the storage bag and scanned it with her divine sense.

Spirit stones, elixirs, a few magical artifacts, and some miscellaneous talismans and materials.

It wasn't much, but considering the wealth of someone in the early stages of the Golden Core realm, it was quite substantial.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you call this worthless?"

Han Li's heart skipped a beat.

"Senior is too kind. My meager possessions are nothing but a drop in the ocean in your eyes."

The woman in purple put away the storage bag, but showed no intention of letting him go.

Those bright eyes stared straight into Han Li's eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Fellow Daoist Han, judging from your appearance, you are destined to be with my Wonderful Sound Sect!"

Han Li: "..."

Zi Ling's mind exploded with chaos: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Ye Chen ignored her and continued, "How about joining my Wonderful Sound Sect as a guest elder?"

Han Li remained silent for a moment, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Senior's kindness is an honor I cannot accept. However, I am used to a life of leisure and am afraid I am not up to such a heavy responsibility."

"If you think the burden is too heavy, then being an ordinary disciple who refines pills will do."

"My cultivation is too weak, and I fear I may disgrace the reputation of the Miaoyin Sect."

"I don't mind!"

Han Li's smile finally crumbled.