The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

"What kind of flying needles are these?!" The demonic cultivators were shocked, unable to understand how a Foundation Establishment cultivator's flying needles could injure a Core Formation elder.

Nie Ying's beautiful eyes flickered, and she wondered to herself, "Could this be the infamous Invisible Needle of the Hidden Moon Sect?"

When Lei Hong saw that Yang Qingyuan could injure a Core Formation stage cultivator, he was stunned and deeply shocked.

"Roar~"

Just then, before the demonic cultivators could react, a dragon's roar pierced the sky.

It turned out that while Yan Ji Zhenren was withdrawing her demonic fire, Wu Long Zhenren had summoned a black dragon-headed staff and forced back the black mist.

The dragon-headed cane circled in the air, then hummed and transformed into a black dragon tens of feet long.

"That's wonderful!" The Lei family patriarch was overjoyed to see Wulong Zhenren free, exclaiming, "We're saved!"

"We're saved!"

But the next moment, Master Wulong took out a black token from his pocket, waved it at the surrounding mountain mist, causing the mist to recede and reveal a clear sky.

Immediately afterward, without saying a word, Master Wulong controlled the black dragon, carrying his three direct descendants behind him, and soared into the sky, shooting towards the horizon, completely ignoring the Lei family head and the others.

"This...this..." The head of the Lei family was stunned when he saw his savior abandon him and flee in panic.

"Roar~"

But before he could react, another loud dragon roar came from behind him.

The Lei family head turned around and saw Yang Qingyuan release a snow-white, one-horned dragon demon beast, carrying Nie Ying, speeding away in the opposite direction from Wulong Zhenren.

"This..." Lei Hong was also dumbfounded when he saw that the speed of the black dragon was half as fast as the golden light boat.

"Release the Thunder Light Boat now!" Upon seeing this, the Lei family head hurriedly gave the order, then took out three crimson fire beads from his sleeve and threw them towards the crowd.

These three beads were actually the same kind of Thunderfire Beads that Lei Wanhe had given to Yang Qingyuan. As soon as they were triggered, they exploded, and the resulting thunder and fire swept in all directions.

"Young Master, be careful." Elder Gui Li of the Ghost Spirit Sect immediately opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of ghost mist, which enveloped the group of demons and blocked the three thunder and fire beads without breaking a sweat.

Lei Hong, flustered, summoned the Golden Light Boat and sped off with the Lei family head towards the Yue Kingdom.

"We can't let them get away!"

Wang Ping roared angrily, turned to look at the Core Formation Elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect beside him, and ordered, "You must kill True Immortal Wulong."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Elder Gui Li of the Ghost Spirit Sect flicked his sleeves, summoning hundreds of green skulls. He then soared into the air, carried by the skulls, and chased after True Person Wulong.

Lian Feihua quickly checked on her Core Formation elder and asked, "Elder Yan Ji, how are your injuries?"

The old woman, Yan Ji, replied with lingering fear, "The flying needle left a trace of strange needle energy in my Yintang acupoint."

"All my magical power is currently being used to suppress this strange needle energy, so I cannot help you, Miss, to hunt down these cultivators."

Lian Feihua's pretty face was also as cold as frost as she said, "What a brat from Yue Kingdom, actually managing to injure you, Elder."

The old woman Yan Ji explained, "The flying needle that boy used must be a top-tier talisman. It can not only evade my divine sense, but also easily pierce my spiritual energy shield."

"Fortunately, this kid is only at the Foundation Establishment stage and cannot unleash the full power of that flying needle talisman. Otherwise, that needle just now would probably have pierced through my head."

"But don't be afraid, Miss. Those flying needles are just talismans. Once burned by my Scorching Heart Holy Fire, their power is greatly reduced, and they can't be used again for a while."

Upon hearing this, Lian Feihua's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she said viciously, "Since that's the case, then I will personally go and kill him."

Old Woman Yan Ji was startled by Lian Feihua's words and hurriedly said, "No, that boy's aura is strange, and he actually makes me feel a slight threat. Miss, please don't put yourself in danger."

"If anything happens, how will I explain it to the sect leader?"

Lian Feihua, however, was confident in the many treasures bestowed upon her by her ancestor and did not take Yan Ji's words to heart at all. She immediately stepped on a pair of fire wheel-like magical artifacts, soared into the sky, and chased after Yang Qingyuan.

"Elder, don't panic. I'll go and lend a hand to Junior Sister Lian." Seeing this, Wang Ping flicked his sleeve, scattering a cloud of blood mist. Riding on the blood mist, he chased after Lian Feihua.

Upon seeing this, the remaining six Foundation Establishment cultivators of the demonic path immediately controlled various strangely shaped flying magical artifacts and chased after the direction in which the Lei family father and son had fled.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyuan had already escaped from Wulong Mountain and was speeding away.

"Junior Brother Yang, you actually kept a level two Ink Dragon!" Nie Ying stood on the Ink Dragon's head, looking down at the huge snow-white dragon below, and was also greatly shocked. She said, "Even Uncle-Master Li Huayuan only kept a Silver-Armored Horned Python with a thin layer of dragon blood."

Yang Qingyuan didn't turn his head and explained, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

"Let's leave Wulong Mountain first."

Upon hearing this, Nie Ying discerned the direction and said, "This direction doesn't seem to lead to the Yue Kingdom."

The direction the black dragon is now flying towards is naturally not the Yue Kingdom, but the cave where the Inverted Five Elements Formation is set up.

Yang Qingyuan secretly calculated that if the Core Formation elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect chased after him, he could lure him into the Reversed Five Elements Formation, trap him for a moment, and then take the opportunity to run away.

However, he was unaware that the Core Formation Elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect had already gone after True Person Wulong.

Immediately afterwards, the two heard a whooshing sound coming from behind them.

Yang Qingyuan and Nie Ying looked closely and saw a ball of crimson flame and a cloud of blood chasing after them from the direction of Wulong Mountain, moving even faster than the black dragon.

"Damn it!" Nie Ying instantly recognized the cultivators amidst the flames and blood clouds, her face turning grim as she exclaimed, "It's Lian Feihua and Wang Ping from before!"

"Both of these two are descendants of Nascent Soul Ancestors, and both are mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Junior Brother Yang, are your flying needles still usable?"

Yang Qingyuan frowned slightly, raised his right hand to look, and saw a semi-transparent flying needle with a dim spiritual light between his index and middle fingers.

The next moment, the flying needle dissipated into specks of spiritual light, transforming into a talisman. No matter how much magic power Yang Qingyuan poured into it, it remained completely still.

"As expected of a Core Formation cultivator from the Demon Flame Sect, the demonic fire he cultivates can actually corrupt magical artifacts." Upon seeing this, Yang Qingyuan knew that he could not use the Invisible Needle Talisman Treasure for the time being.

Nie Yinghua turned pale and asked, "What should we do now?"

"It's alright." Yang Qingyuan still had seven flying swords and the Reversed Five Elements Formation, so he remained calm. With a thought, he commanded the black dragon to fly towards the formation.

"Insects, where do you think you're going!" Lian Feihua, riding on a pair of fiery wheels, had already caught up. She patted her storage bag at her waist and summoned four identical flaming tridents.

These three-pronged forks were only four feet long, their entire bodies wreathed in crimson flames, radiating rolling heat waves; they were clearly a set of top-grade magical artifacts.

Helpless, Nie Ying could only turn around, flick her sleeves, and summon a blue flying sword with water attributes.

This blue flying sword was clearly also a top-grade magic weapon, and it immediately soared up to meet the four flying forks.

The five magical artifacts clashed several times in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere.

But Nie Ying's blue flying sword didn't last long before it shattered, turning into pieces that fell to the ground.

"What?!" Nie Ying exclaimed in surprise, her beautiful eyes wide with astonishment. "My Moon Spring Sword is a top-grade magic weapon, how could it break so easily?"

Lian Feihua retorted sarcastically, "Only a tiny place like Yue would call such a low-quality flying sword a top-grade magic weapon."

"My Flaming Chain Fork was personally forged by our ancestor using infant fire; how could a mere flying sword compare?"

"Prepare to die!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than four flaming steel forks caught up with him.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan turned around, patted his storage bag, took out an old sword box, and placed it beside him...