The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 86 The Appearance of the True Person Hongfu

Upon hearing such an unfamiliar voice, Yan Ruyan realized that the person who had come was not Wang Chan at all, and she was filled with regret.

She wondered if she had been more prepared and had been able to retrieve any of the treasures from her storage bag in time, she wouldn't have been captured so easily.

"What do you want to do?!"

Yan Ruyan felt Yang Qingyuan's hands untying her belt, and she couldn't help but clench her teeth, her delicate body trembling slightly.

After Yang Qingyuan removed a storage bag, he subconsciously scanned it with his divine sense and discovered that the bag was filled with nearly ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. He thought to himself, "It seems that the treasures Yan Ruyan carries are not just hers alone, but also the accumulated wealth of the Yan Family Fortress."

Thinking of this, he was genuinely surprised. He reached out and put the storage bag into his pocket, then took off all the other storage bags.

"Miss!"

"The formation has been dismantled!"

Just then, Yan Yu suddenly walked into the room. She looked up and saw Yang Qingyuan holding Yan Ruyan and untying her belt. She was startled and quickly bowed and backed away, saying, "It was your subordinate's rudeness."

"This subordinate will now take his leave."

The Scripture Pavilion then embraced Yan Yuyan and walked into the doorway to survey the surrounding area.

"The voice came from—"

"How did you end up at Yang Qingyuan?!"

Yan Ru shook her head and warned, "The Ghost Spirit Sect was originally a demonic sect, and the young master is supposed to be a righteous gentleman."

The protective shield isolates the inside, so no one can clearly see what's outside.

"Damn it! A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator from Yellow Maple Valley actually managed to fight Honda to a standstill!"

A woman and a man stood beneath the skull.

The man in the white robe had disheveled hair, clutched his chest, and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

From the depths of the thick, dense ghostly fog, deafening roars could be heard from time to time.

After all, such a small commotion just now couldn't have been kept secret from everyone.

A crimson bottle floats above your head, its dazzling light pouring down and condensing into a solid protective shield around your body, causing the surrounding evil spirits and mist to dissipate upon contact.

"What happened?" Wang Chan was completely confused and replied, "You spent the whole night at Feilai Peak and didn't even go to see Sister Ruyan."

But below the mountaintop platform, a giant, bowl-shaped white protective shield stood silently.

The man was exceptionally handsome and nestled intimately in the woman's arms.

"Such a small commotion—it's Core Formation cultivators fighting!"

"Flying Peak!"

The other member of the Yan family became suspicious and asked what had happened.

Amidst the swirling ghostly mist, eight murky figures emerged. One was a boy with braids hanging down his back, the seventh was an old man with a hunched back and a frail appearance, and the one in front was a graceful woman in a bright red dress.

Ye Huayan's stunningly beautiful face was buried deep in the chest of the Sutra Pavilion, her heart filled with shame and indignation, but her body was paralyzed, and she could only turn her beautiful eyes.

Various dazzling spiritual lights intertwined and flickered in the white mist, emitting a deep and unfathomable aura that made the watching cultivators tremble with fear.

But then, a small patch of pitch-white ghostly mist surged and rolled low in the sky, spreading out in a vast and boundless manner, instantly blotting out the sun.

"It just so happens that the weather is fine and sunny today, so please come with me for a trip upstairs, elder sister."

2

I went to hunt down Han Li, and I had just returned.

However, the escape light was shaky and about to collapse, clearly indicating that something was wrong.

The person in white robes was, of course, the real Wang Chan.

The eight people beneath them possessed powerful auras, indicating they were genuine Core Formation cultivators.

Inside the attic, Yan Yuyan was furious, but she dared not make any further moves until she felt a stinging sensation on her neck.

Upon hearing this, Yan Yuyan's face also turned ugly, and she racked her brains, trying to figure out how to escape.

That famous talisman came from Wang Ping. Its power was extraordinary; it had once chewed up a gilded blade talisman.

But then, various flying magical artifacts rose up from Yang Qingyuan's body, along with dozens of flying spirit pets.

But just then, a deafening roar came from the attic, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shaking the ground.

Yan Family Fort trembled slightly.

"Why did the patriarch still come?"

Judging from his disheveled and disheveled appearance, it was clear that his trip had not gone smoothly.

Just as I was pondering this, a cloud of blood mist rushed towards me from the horizon.

The two immediately left Yanjiabao.

The blood mist settled on the grass, revealing a white-robed figure wearing a demon mask.

Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Wang Chan was instantly enraged and her eyes flashed blood red.

The surrounding crowd whispered among themselves, clearly recognizing the woman in red.

The woman wore a demon mask and a white robe.

Ye Hualiang blinked, thinking to himself, "Could it be that Nie Ying has summoned reinforcements?"

The old man beside him followed up with the attack, wielding a white bone flying sword with eerie green ghost fire around its blade. The sword exuded a chilling aura, and its light flickered steadily. Every move was cunning and ruthless, aimed directly at the vital points of the woman's body.

"Even the Blood Skull Talisman bestowed by my father was no match for it."

The Scripture Pavilion member reached out and embraced Ye Huayan's slender waist, retracting the tangible needle. He explained, "Fairy Ruyan, you're panicking? It's just a beginner-level intermediate spell, 'Thunder Binding Technique.' This spell doesn't bind enemies; it would have automatically dissipated half an hour ago."

Silver-white lightning pierced into Yan Yuyan's delicate body, numbing her and even disrupting the flow of magical power within her meridians.

After Yan Yu left the room, she immediately notified another Foundation Establishment cultivator to leave.

"What?! Big sister—" Ye Hua was startled and stammered upon seeing this.

The procession of over a hundred people headed straight for Feilai Peak.

The talisman emitted a dazzling green light, then transformed into a giant skull wreathed in green ghost fire.

After speaking, the Scripture Pavilion made a hand seal with one hand, and silver-white lightning burst from his fingertips, pointing one finger at Ye Huayan's waist.

Just then, a giant skull wreathed in green ghost fire flew from Yang Qingyuan's direction.

"The Red-Robed Immortal of Yellow Maple Valley!"

Meanwhile, Yan Ru and the other Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Yan family had not yet arrived at Feilai Peak, and were cautiously observing the situation around them.

Ye Huayan noticed the change in her body, her face paled, and her legs went weak, almost causing her to sit down on the ground.

"What?!"

Thinking of that, I said, "Fairy Ruyan, please have him accompany you on the next trip."

With Yan Yuyan in his arms, Zangjingge leaped off the skull, transforming into a streak of green ghost fire, and headed straight for Feilai Peak in the west.

The braided boy held up a white gourd with one hand, and with a series of hand gestures, he caused the gourd to spew out billowing, chilling ghostly mist, which instantly enveloped the red-clad woman.

"The young lady isn't even married yet! And isn't it disgraceful to do this in the library?"

Yan Ru's expression remained impassive as she secretly wondered, "Could it be that word has leaked out?"

"Eh? Master Wang Chan!" Yan Ru, seeing Wang Chan, was also suspicious. She quickly landed on her double-headed horse and came to Wang Chan's side, asking, "Master, were you outside with Sister Ru Yan?"

The expressions on Zangjingge's and Yan Yuyan's faces changed slightly at the same time, their hearts skipped a beat, and they both turned to look west.

Despite the relentless attacks from the two junior Core Formation cultivators, the woman in red remained as steady as a mountain, showing no sign of gaining the upper hand.

"That's Yang Qingyuan. If he doesn't have the means to inform his Core Formation Ancestor, he's not just a man with four lives, he's certainly going to die."

The Scripture Pavilion then flicked its sleeves and took out a talisman with a skull design to activate it.

Yan Yu lowered her voice, leaned close to the other person's ear, and whispered her description.

"You should stay away from him—"

Ye Huayan gritted her teeth and said, "You haven't taken everything you could yet, so you can't let go of this grown man now, can you?"

A dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in Ye Hualiang's robes stood guard beside the protective barrier, looking up at the sky with panicked expressions.

"Walk!"

"The son-in-law is in too much of a hurry!"

"How could something like that cause such severe injuries?"

"That Red Dust Immortal has a reputation for being a ruthless expert in the Core Formation stage. If two elders from the Ghost Spirit Sect were to defeat you, what would become of them?"

Ye Hualiang chuckled and replied, "Fairy Ruyan is joking."

A crimson whip in his hand whirled through the air, its flames soaring high, sweeping across all directions with scorching cold waves. Each strike was incredibly powerful, repeatedly deflecting the incoming white bone flying swords with its demeanor, displaying an awe-inspiring presence.

"Once they reach a dangerous place, I will naturally let him leave."

In one gulp, the Scripture Pavilion stuffed all the storage bags into his own pocket and took away the jade slips under the wooden shelf.

Yanru blinked, understanding why Wang Chan would admit it.