The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

When Wang Ping recalled that Yang Qingyuan had left the market alone last night, he immediately realized that the five-colored formation must have been set up by Yang Qingyuan last night.

Unbeknownst to him, he had followed the other party into the formation.

Lian Feihua, standing nearby, also realized what was happening, but remained defiant, coldly scoffing, "What kind of formation could a Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly set up?"

"Watch me burn through this formation with the Azure Sun Sacred Flame!"

After saying that, she once again urged the azure fire python to crash into the five-colored array barrier.

This time, however, the fire python was directly bounced back by the five-colored barrier, almost burning Lian Feihua and Wang Ping, which frightened the two of them into retreating and dodging.

"What? It can actually deflect spells?"

"Even the Azure Sun Sacred Flame can't break this formation!"

"What kind of formation is this?"

"How could a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator set up such a formation?"

A hint of fear flashed in Wang Ping's eyes. He immediately enveloped his entire body in blood clouds and shot towards one side of the formation, attempting to fly away from the area covered by the formation.

The blood cloud moved extremely fast, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

But after a few breaths, Wang Ping somehow circled back to Lian Feihua's side, and the two stared at each other.

"Could this formation also contain a low-level illusion that can confuse directions?" Lian Feihua guessed.

"No! It's teleportation!" Wang Ping exclaimed in shock. "This formation, besides deflecting spells, can also teleport people out of thin air!"

"This is an effect only a top-tier formation can produce!"

"Only the mountain-guarding formations of our six demonic sects have these two effects."

"How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator set up such a formation so casually?"

Wang Ping and Lian Feihua looked at each other in bewilderment.

Outside the array barrier, Nie Ying was also quite surprised to see the suddenly appearing five-colored dome. She parted her lips slightly and said, "So Junior Brother Yang had already set up an array here. He truly has a brilliant plan."

"I never expected that Junior Brother Yang would also know about formations."

"What kind of formation is this? It looks absolutely impregnable."

Yang Qingyuan didn't think now was the time to introduce the "Inverted Five Elements Formation." He took out a talisman with a golden flying knife drawn on it from his storage bag and urged, "Senior Sister Nie, these two are completely trapped inside. Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

"We can't delay any longer."

Nie Ying bit her red lips, took out a crimson bead from her storage bag, and said, "Most of my treasures have been destroyed, leaving only the Thunderfire Bead bestowed by Master Lei."

Yang Qingyuan took the bead and said, "Senior Sister, please step aside. I'm going to control the Ink Dragon."

Upon hearing this, Nie Ying hurriedly took out the Azure Leaf magic artifact from her storage bag, flew away from the top of the Ink Dragon's head, and hid a hundred feet away.

Yang Qingyuan also stepped on the green leaf magic artifact and flew to the side.

The black dragon soared into the sky, hovering above the five-colored dome, purple venom oozing from its mouth, poised to strike.

Yang Qingyuan muttered incantations, activating the gilded blade talisman in his hand, which transformed into a golden flying knife. He then manipulated seven flying swords and simultaneously flicked his sleeves, scattering the Thunderfire Pearl along with several clusters of spiritual light into the array barrier.

Nie Ying released her divine sense, wanting to see what treasures Yang Qingyuan was using, but as soon as her divine sense approached the five-colored array barrier, it was blocked outside and she could not detect anything at all, so she could only silently guard the side.

At the same time, both Lian Feihua and Wang Ping, who were inside the formation, sensed the impending danger.

Lian Feihua quickly pointed to the cyan gourd above her head, controlling the cyan fire python to guard her side.

Wang Ping then took out a talisman with a skull pattern from his pocket and activated it.

The talisman flew out of his hand and transformed into a pale white skull, hovering above Wang Ping's protective blood cloud. It was clearly a powerful talisman treasure.

Almost simultaneously, a yellow flying knife shot out from the void, slashing towards Wang Ping's protective blood cloud. Caught off guard, it tore apart most of the blood cloud.

Wang Ping reacted quickly, manipulating the skull-shaped talisman to swoop down and swallow the yellow throwing knife whole. He then chewed it, producing a "crunching" metallic twisting sound.

Clearly, the power of the skull talisman in Wang Ping's hand is even greater than that of the gilded blade.

Wang Ping hid in the blood-red cloud, secretly rejoicing.

But the next moment, seven flying swords appeared out of thin air on the other side of the blood cloud, and with lightning speed, they pierced into the blood cloud, tearing it apart as easily as piercing tofu.

"How is this possible? My protective blood cloud is even stronger than a top-grade defensive magic weapon!"

"It's righteous energy! The flying sword is imbued with righteous energy!"

"It's the work of the Righteous Alliance's Haoran Pavilion!"

Wang Ping emerged from the blood cloud in a disheveled state, looking panicked. He tried to escape, but seven flying swords pierced his chest, and his body, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted to the ground, instantly turning into a pile of flesh.

Upon seeing this, Lian Feihua was also greatly shocked, secretly alarmed, "This Yang Qingyuan has already controlled seven flying swords, how can he also control flying knives, talismans, and formations?"

Little did she know that, under the blessing of the "Sword" mantra, the consumption of divine sense and magical power by the seven flying swords was only equivalent to that of a complete set of magical artifacts.

Yang Qingyuan has now reached the Foundation Establishment stage and is cultivating the top-tier technique, "Divine Sword Thunder Control Scripture." His magical power and divine sense have both surged, making it easy for him to control four or five magical artifacts.

Just as Lian Feihua was filled with doubt, a blue mirror, under the cover of an array, silently appeared above her head and shot out a beam of blue light towards the blue gourd.

Lian Feihua instantly realized that her connection with the cyan gourd had been severed.

The fire python formed from the Azure Yang True Fire slowly dissipated.

"Oh no! This mirror looks like the Hehuan Sect's Mirror of Condensed Light!!"

Lian Feihua was also bewildered, not understanding which sect Yang Qingyuan belonged to, and felt extremely regretful for leaving her protector elder Yan Ji so far away.

But she was, after all, a descendant of a Nascent Soul Ancestor, and had no shortage of treasures. She immediately took out three or four cyan talismans and stuck them on her chest.

The cyan talisman emitted a dazzling spiritual light, transforming into a set of cyan armor that was placed on Lian Feihua's body. It was none other than the intermediate-to-high-level defensive talisman, "Azure Armor Talisman".

But before she could catch her breath, a heavy purple rain began to fall from the sky.

Purple raindrops fell on Lian Feihua's armor, corroding it and causing it to sizzle and melt continuously.

"Is this the elixir of a dragon?" Upon seeing this, Lian Feihua was also shocked and turned pale.

This purple poisonous rain is the venom spewed by the black dragon.

Nangong Wan once commented on the dragon venom in the Crimson Forbidden Land, saying it far surpassed the venom of Foundation Establishment stage demonic beasts; an ordinary Foundation Establishment stage cultivator would surely die if he got a single drop on it.

Seeing that her armor was about to melt, Lian Feihua frantically reached into her storage bag, still wanting to take out her treasures.

But the next moment, a crimson bead appeared out of thin air beside her and exploded.

Silver-white lightning and crimson flames erupted from the bead, sweeping in all directions and engulfing Lian Feihua's delicate body.

Lian Feihua and her storage bag exploded in the thunder and fire.

A huge pile of treasures was scattered all over the ground.

Outside the formation, Yang Qingyuan glanced at Wang Ping and Lian Feihua's many treasures, but dared not take them easily, lest they be tracked by high-level cultivators. He patted his storage bag again and took out a large golden box.

This large golden box is the one that holds the Divine Wind Token in the Crimson Forbidden Land; it can isolate the inside from the outside.

Not to mention Core Formation cultivators, even Nascent Soul cultivators cannot sense the box.

Yang Qingyuan took out the box and put away Lian Feihua and Wang Ping's many treasures, as well as his own magical artifacts.

Immediately afterwards, the array flags of the Five Elements Reversal Array rose into the air from five directions and disappeared into Yang Qingyuan's sleeve, completely dissolving the array.

"We won!" Nie Ying was genuinely surprised when she saw Lian Feihua's mangled body on the ground and Wang Ping's corpse riddled with holes. She exclaimed in astonishment, "Both of them were mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators, and their treasures far surpassed those of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Even so, it's unbelievable that he still perished at the hands of Junior Brother Yang."

Yang Qingyuan's mana was depleted, and his expression turned solemn as he replied, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

"These two must have left behind treasures like soul lamps. It seems that the two Core Formation cultivators already knew about their deaths."

"Let's hurry up and go."

After saying that, he launched two fireballs, setting Lian Feihua and Wang Ping's corpses ablaze.

Meanwhile, the black dragon descended from the sky, carrying Yang Qingyuan and Nie Ying into the air, avoiding the direction of Yue Kingdom and taking a long detour to Yuanwu Kingdom...

Half a day later, a ghostly mist descended from the sky and landed near the battlefield.

Ghost Spirit Sect's Core Formation Guardian, Ghost Li, emerged from the ghost mist, carrying a human head with white hair and beard, and looked around at the devastated grassland.

This white-haired man was none other than Wulong Zhenren.

"Damn it!"

Ghostly Protector looked at the pile of ashes on the ground, his heart filled with shock and anger. He then discerned the direction, rode the ghostly mist, and headed straight for the Yue Kingdom.

Fortunately, Yang Qingyuan had anticipated this and had already taken a detour to enter the Yuanwu Kingdom first, and then from the Yuanwu Kingdom, he entered the Yue Kingdom.

Three months later, Yang Qingyuan and Nie Ying, weary from their journey, finally made it back to the gate of Huangfeng Valley...