The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

"What arrogance!" Feng Yue sneered when he saw Yang Qingyuan spouting such nonsense. "Does he really think that just because he comes from Yan Family Fortress, he can look down on everyone?"

It turned out that when Feng Yue saw the double-headed duck, he mistakenly identified Yang Qingyuan as a disciple of Yan Family Fort.

"Let's do it." Han Tianya said with a fierce glint in his eyes, "This man's storage bag is bulging, you can tell he's made a lot of money, let's split it in half."

Before the two could unleash their magical artifacts, the two-headed geese flapped its wings again and shot towards them.

Facing a top-tier level one demonic beast, Han Tianya remained unfazed. With a flick of his sleeves, two streaks of fiery light flew out.

Within the shimmering light, two exquisite fire-attribute curved magic weapons, radiating spiritual light, were revealed.

The two throwing knives spun rapidly, transforming into two fiery blades that soared into the sky, heading straight for the two-headed duck. Their speed was so great that they produced a sharp tearing sound as they struck the two-headed duck heavily in the chest, drawing a large amount of blood.

The two-headed geese, in pain, flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, not daring to approach again.

"Just a hairy beast." Han Tianya scoffed, pointing at Yang Qingyuan with his delicate fingers, and said in a high-pitched voice, "This beast is no match for my Crimson Twin Blades."

"Now that you've lost this beast, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Yang Qingyuan reached down and took off the sword box from his back, stood on the ground, and slapped the top of the sword box.

With a series of clicks and clacks, the sword box opened to the sides, revealing six flying swords.

The six flying swords were of different colors, but each one emitted a dazzling spiritual light, clearly indicating that they were all top-grade magical artifacts.

Yang Qingyuan mobilized the righteous energy within his dantian and exhaled a stream of silvery light.

The rosy light condensed into the character for "sword," then split into six, disappearing into six top-grade flying swords.

The six flying swords emitted a crisp sword hum, then simultaneously soared into the sky, their sword energy crisscrossing, causing Feng Yue and Han Tianya's eyelids to twitch wildly.

"Six flying swords! How could a Qi Refining stage cultivator with such weak divine sense control six flying swords at the same time?!" Han Tianya was greatly shocked and puzzled. But after sensing the sharp sword energy of the flying swords, he hurriedly summoned two flying knives to block the Thunder Sword and Ice Soul Sword.

However, the other four flying swords shot towards Han Tianya, startling him into a cold sweat.

"Brother Han, don't be afraid, I, Feng, will lend you a hand!"

After saying this, Feng Yue, who was standing next to him, took out a small yellow umbrella.

A small yellow umbrella floated above their heads. When the umbrella was opened, a yellow curtain of light, like rain, instantly descended.

The four flying swords struck Liu Xia, but only managed to penetrate a small part of the tip before failing to go any further.

"A top-grade defensive magic artifact, the Yellow Silk Umbrella!" Han Yunzhi was also shocked to see the small yellow umbrella.

Yang Qingyuan frowned slightly, clearly having heard of the Yellow Silk Umbrella's fame. Its defensive effect was only slightly inferior to the Azure Wood True Shield, and it was much more robust than defensive magic weapons such as the Xuan Iron Flying Shield, enough to withstand four flying swords for a short while.

Thinking of this, Yang Qingyuan raised his hand, patted his storage bag, took out a cyan mirror, and tossed it into the air.

A beam of cyan light shot out from the mirror and hurtled towards the yellow umbrella and the two throwing knives.

"He can actually wield magical artifacts!" Han Tianya was also dumbfounded when he saw Yang Qingyuan take out another magical artifact.

As soon as the Crimson Twin Blades and the Yellow Silk Umbrella came into contact with the azure light, their supernatural powers were immediately broken, their spiritual light dimmed, and they floated silently in the air, motionless.

"Azure Mirror!" Feng Yue was startled to realize that he had lost contact with the yellow umbrella. He recognized the azure mirror and let out a strange cry.

"Isn't this the protective magic artifact of the Twin Beauties of the Hidden Moon?" Han Tianya exclaimed, dumbfounded, looking as if he had seen a ghost. "Could it be that this brat from the Yan Family Fortress killed one of them?!"

"How is this possible?"

Before they could react, six flying swords attacked simultaneously.

Seeing this, Feng Yue reached out and grabbed Han Tianya's shoulder. His boots emitted a dazzling spiritual light, and he transformed into a streak of green light, shooting three zhang away, causing the flying sword to miss its target.

"A top-grade magic artifact, the Cloud-Stepping Boots?!" Yang Qingyuan's gaze locked onto the boots on the other person's feet when he saw how fast they were moving.

These boots are also a top-grade magical artifact, capable of greatly increasing a cultivator's speed.

Seeing that he had left the influence range of the Azure Condensation Mirror, Han Tianya suppressed his fear and immediately threw out a magic artifact shaped like a silk handkerchief.

The silk handkerchief swelled in the wind, transforming into a huge veil that covered the two of them.

"Another top-grade defensive magic artifact!" Upon seeing this, Han Yunzhi also realized the gap between herself and these elite disciples.

These elite disciples all possessed the cultivation level of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining and wielded top-grade magic weapons, making them far superior to ordinary disciples.

At the same time, six flying swords whistled through the air, piercing the blue gauze and producing a tearing sound. They actually tore six holes in the gauze, and it looked like they were about to completely pierce through it.

"My green curtain!" Han Tianya felt as if his heart was bleeding upon seeing this. He was both shocked and furious. He said to Feng Yue beside him, "This guy has too many flying swords. Even ordinary top-grade defensive magic weapons can't withstand them."

"If you have any trump cards up your sleeve, use them quickly."

"Otherwise, once the cornfield is destroyed, we'll both die!"

Feng Yue's face was gloomy. He then sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a talisman from his robes, and said coldly, "Brother Han, use the green gauze curtain to hold it up for a little longer."

"Once I activate this talisman, I can sever their head!"

"The pattern on this talisman is... a gilded blade, a magical treasure!" Han Tianya was stunned for a moment when he saw a yellow flying knife drawn on the yellow talisman, then he was overjoyed and laughed, "So Fellow Daoist Feng actually has a gilded blade talisman."

"In that case, even if I have to abandon this green curtain, I will hold out until you activate the talisman."

After saying this, Han Tianya bit his tongue, spat out a jet of blood, and shot it towards the green gauze curtain above.

The green gauze curtain then surged violently, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into the shape of blood-red silk.

The six flying swords, their power undiminished, sliced ​​the blood-red silk into countless fragments. In just a few breaths, they would pierce through this top-grade defensive artifact.

But the talisman in Feng Yue's hand was getting brighter and brighter.

"Haha, once I activate this talisman, I'll definitely take your dog's life!" Feng Yue sat cross-legged inside the blood-red gauze tent, staring intently at Yang Qingyuan with a ferocious smile on his face.

Seeing that the other party was about to fully activate the talisman, Yang Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, but finally recalled the six flying swords.

"So you've given up the struggle?" Han Tianya laughed disdainfully.

But Yang Qingyuan raised his hand, reached into his storage pouch, and pinched a fiery red bead between his fingertips, then sneered, "You have no chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he used the "Demon Silver Hand" technique from the mortal martial arts, unleashing a burst of energy from his fingertips to throw the fiery red bead.

In the blink of an eye, the fiery red bead shot into the air above the blood-red gauze curtain and then exploded violently.

With a deafening roar like thunder, silvery-white lightning and blazing fire erupted simultaneously from the crimson bead, sweeping outwards and engulfing Han Tianya and Feng Yue's bodies...