The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Immediately afterwards, Wang Chan instructed, "Alright, notify the cultivators from Yue Kingdom to come and draw lots, and lead them into the range of the Yin Fire Formation."

Upon hearing this, one of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples, dressed in Yan family attire, stepped down from the platform and called out to the distance, "Esteemed guests of Yue Kingdom, the Treasure Hunt Tournament is now beginning. Please come and draw lots."

Upon hearing this, the Yue Kingdom cultivators present had no doubts whatsoever. Instead, their spirits lifted, and they all stepped forward to enter the area covered by the Yin Fire Array.

Seeing this, Wang Chan's smile widened.

But just then, a cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect reported, "Young Master, the two Elders Li who are in charge of the formation said that there is a cultivator still standing outside the range of the Yin Fire Formation."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chan was also taken aback. Then, gazing into the distance, she saw Han Li, dressed in a yellow silk robe, standing silently in a corner, showing no sign of going forward to draw lots.

"Why is it another disciple of Yellow Maple Valley?" Wang Chan snorted coldly, her face showing displeasure, and said, "Leave this person to me."

"Activate the Yin Fire Formation now and capture the other cultivators."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black light screen appeared out of thin air, completely covering Dong Xuan'er, Fu Chenzi, and the other cultivators who were still drawing lots.

"Oops!"

Han Li, standing in a distant corner, witnessed this scene firsthand. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out a silver shuttle from his storage bag and placed it under his feet. Then, he stepped onto the shuttle and flew away.

The silver shuttle was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had escaped a hundred feet away.

Just as Han Li was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar male voice in his ear.

"A top-grade flying artifact!? That's quite rare."

"Unfortunately, its speed is still too slow compared to my Blood Spirit Escape Technique!"

Han Li was startled by the sound so close to him and hurriedly turned around to see a cloud of blood following closely behind him.

The speed of the Blood Cloud was much faster than that of the Silver Shuttle.

On the blood-red cloud, Wang Chan, wielding a massive green three-pronged fork, snarled at Han Li, "Boy, you can't escape. Prepare to die!"

Han Li's face was grim. He didn't understand what had happened inside Yan Family Fortress, but seeing that Wang Chan claimed to be the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, he knew that the other party's strength was extraordinary. He could only desperately drive the silver shuttle away at high speed.

Blood Cloud and Silver Shuttle chased each other, eventually leaving the territory of Flying Peak...

At this very moment, in front of Gate No. 11 on the second floor of Fengyue Inn in Yanjiabao.

Two middle-aged cultivators dressed in green robes from the Ghost Spirit Sect stood in front of the gate, their auras both at the late Foundation Establishment stage, each holding a black communication talisman in their hands.

The innkeeper stood aside, trembling, and said, "Seniors of the Ghost Spirit Sect, the cultivator from Huangfeng Valley in this room hasn't come out since last night. I suppose he's the one you're looking for."

It turns out that these two Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators are the eleventh and twelfth of the Twelve Ghost Guards.

Upon receiving Wang Chan's telepathic message, the two immediately sought out the cultivators of the Yan family to inquire which of the seven major sects of Yue Kingdom had not yet left.

The Yan family cultivators immediately contacted various guesthouses and learned that a guest at the Fengyue Inn had not yet shown up.

Ghost Guard "Eleven" held a communication talisman and said coldly, "I suppose the cultivators in this room are the Yellow Maple Valley disciples that the young sect leader ordered us to kill."

"Shopkeeper, please unlock the door's protective barrier."

The female shopkeeper next to her was also a direct descendant of the Yan Family Fortress. She had already received the evacuation notice and dared not disobey the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators. She hurriedly took out her token from her bosom and waved it at the door.

A white light flashed across the door, then slowly opened inwards.

Upon seeing this, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect immediately entered the room and looked around.

A cultivator dressed in a green robe and wearing a silver ghost mask stood by the window, silently watching the three people who had barged in.

"Huh?" The female shopkeeper was also taken aback when she saw this.

The ghost guards "Eleven" and "Twelve" paled instantly, clasped their hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Young Sect Master!"

"Young Master, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing this, the masked cultivator flicked his sleeves, closed the door, and sneered, "I, Yang, am not your young master."

Upon hearing such an unfamiliar voice, Ghost Guards Eleven and Twelve both paled and exclaimed in unison, "Who are you?"

But before the words were finished, the two ghost guards and the female shopkeeper next to them all felt a pain between their eyebrows.

The next moment, a large hole appeared between the foreheads of the three people, and they died on the spot without even a scream.

The monk wearing the demon mask raised his hand and pinched a blood-stained flying needle out of thin air.

This masked person could not possibly be Wang Chan; it was none other than Yang Qingyuan, who had been absent from the treasure hunt.

Yang Qingyuan put away the Invisible Needle Talisman, then picked up the storage bags of the two ghost guards. He also noticed that the communication talismans in their hands had Wang Chan's name on them, and his heart stirred. He immediately infused his magic power into them and began to examine them.

"It seems the Ghost Spirit Sect has already made its move. The Li brothers and the Yan family patriarch are not in Yan Family Fortress at the moment, which is a good opportunity."

After reading the transmission talisman, a glint flashed in Yang Qingyuan's eyes. He took out the Fire Spirit Gourd, controlled the Azure Yang Demon Fire, and burned the three corpses. Then he walked out of the room and headed straight for the Yan Family Fortress Scripture Pavilion.

As for the exact location of the Yan family's scripture pavilion, Yang Qingyuan had already obtained a detailed map when he killed Yan Nanfei and Yan Nanjiao, which came in handy at this moment.

Along the way, Yang Qingyuan also noticed that the streets had become extremely deserted, many shops had even stopped operating, and even the array barrier above Yanjiabao had disappeared.

"It seems the Yan family is preparing to leave."

"I hope the 'External King and Inner Saint Formula' is still in the library."

Yang Qingyuan quickened his pace and soon arrived unimpeded in front of a pavilion with carved beams and painted rafters.

At this moment, a gilded plaque hangs on the door frame of the pavilion, bearing the three large characters "Scripture Pavilion".

In front of the building, there were two Yan family stewards who were at the Foundation Establishment stage, lifting the restrictions on the library and putting array flags and array plates into their storage bags.

One of them was Yan Yu.

When Yan Yu saw the ghost mask on Yang Qingyuan's face, she looked puzzled, clearly having already learned some information from the other elders. She quickly bowed and said, "Young Sect Master, you've come to see Miss Ruyan, haven't you?"

"Please come in quickly."

Yang Qingyuan was also taken aback when he heard this. Judging from what the other party said, it seemed that the proud daughter of the Yan family was also in the library.

However, if they don't go in now, they will attract the attention of the two guards.

Yang Qingyuan adjusted his mask and swaggered into the library.

Yan Yu and the other two showed no intention of following them in.

Yang Qingyuan entered the library, only to find that the wooden shelves in the hall were completely empty.

A young girl dressed in brocade robes was standing with her back to the door, arranging the jade slips on the last wooden shelf, with more than a dozen storage bags hanging from her waist.

Although only her back was visible, anyone who saw her would know that she must be an exceptionally beautiful woman.

At that moment, the girl's divine sense also sensed Yang Qingyuan's entry. A look of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she was about to turn around.

But then she felt a stinging pain in her throat, as if some sharp object was pressed against it.

"Flying needles?!" The girl was startled and her face paled with fright.

"Fairy Ruyan, don't turn around, I am Wang Chan." Yang Qingyuan stepped forward and grabbed the many storage bags at the girl's waist with a grin.