The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 87 Lei Wanhe Arrives

When Wang Chan saw Yan Ruyan nestled in the arms of a strange man, her face beneath the mask was extremely grim. She shouted, "Where did this little thief come from, daring to impersonate me!"

"Believe it or not, I'll skin you alive and tear your tendons apart!!"

Yang Qingyuan stood atop the skull, paused for a moment, then spoke leisurely, replying in the exact same voice, "Where did this petty thief come from, daring to impersonate me, Wang!"

"Believe it or not, I'll skin you alive and tear your tendons apart!"

Yang Qingyuan had mastered the "Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Chain Golden Bell Cover," giving him complete control over every muscle in his body. Therefore, manipulating his throat to imitate other people's voices was no problem for him.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chan was stunned for a moment, then became furious.

Yan Yu glanced at Wang Chan, then at Yang Qingyuan, unable to distinguish the truth from the falsehood. She could only look at Yan Ruyan and ask, "Miss, what's going on?"

"Which one is truly the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect?"

Yan Ruyan was currently under the influence of the lightning binding spell and was unable to speak, so she blinked her beautiful eyes, trying to give a signal.

But Yang Qingyuan naturally wouldn't let her succeed. He raised his left hand and hooked Yan Ruyan's chin with his fingers, forcing Yan Ruyan to look up at him.

Upon seeing such intimate behavior, Wang Chan immediately glared angrily and loudly demanded, "What did you do to Miss Ruyan?"

Yang Qingyuan responded, "Miss Ruyan."

"Very moisturizing."

"Pfft~" Upon hearing this, Wang Chan's injuries worsened with anger. She felt a sweet taste in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood dripped from the demon mask on his face and fell to the ground, making him look extremely pitiful.

But then, another change occurred.

The Yin Fire Formation could no longer be maintained because no one was in charge of it.

The black shield suddenly disappeared, revealing what was inside.

On the ground lay dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators from the seven major sects of the Yue Kingdom.

"Ah~"

"Help! Someone come quick!"

"Help me!"

More than forty Foundation Establishment cultivators lay on the ground, their faces ashen, groaning incessantly. Clearly, they had suffered greatly within the Yin Fire Formation.

This also included a girl in red.

"Xuan'er!"

Seeing this, the Red-Robed Immortal in the sky narrowed his eyes, swung his long whip with all his might to force back the Li brothers, and then transformed into a streak of crimson light, heading straight for Dong Xuan'er on the ground.

"Huh?" The wrinkled old man from the Ghost Spirit Sect also noticed Hong Fu Zhenren's actions. He made a hand seal with one hand, and his body exploded into a ball of green ghost fire.

The next moment, a ball of green ghost fire appeared out of thin air beside Dong Xuan'er.

The old man from the Ghost Spirit Sect suddenly leaped out of the will-o'-the-wisps, grabbed Dong Xuan'er by the neck, lifted her up, and laughed loudly, "Red Dust Immortal, no matter how fast you are, you can't beat our Ghost Spirit Sect's Yin Fire Escape Technique—"

"Judging from this little girl's appearance, she resembles you somewhat. She must be one of your descendants, right?"

"If you dare take another step forward, I will burn her alive!"

Dong Xuan'er looked pitifully at Hong Fu Zhenren and cried out, "Master, save me!"

Seeing this, Master Hongfu hurriedly stopped her escape and hovered a hundred feet away. Her eyes were filled with murderous intent as she glared fiercely at the old man from the Ghost Spirit Sect and said, "If you dare to harm a single hair on Xuan'er's head, I, Hongfu, swear that I will tear your Li family brothers to pieces!"

At that moment, another elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, the second son of the Li family who appeared as a child, also descended from the sky, landing beside the group of Ghost Spirit Sect disciples, and ordered, "The matter has been exposed, we must hurry—"

"Huh? Why are there two young masters?!"

The second son of the Li family stared wide-eyed at Yang Qingyuan and Wang Chan, his face showing suspicion.

Wang Chan coldly ordered, "Elder Li, what are you standing there for?"

"Hurry up and kill this imposter who's impersonating me!"

Yang Qingyuan tightened his grip on Yan Ruyan's slender waist and coldly ordered, "Elder Li, what are you standing there for?"

"Hurry up and kill this imposter who's impersonating me!"

"This?!" Upon hearing this, Elder Li Er, who looked like a child, was surprised and uncertain. He repeatedly released his divine sense to scan Wang Chan and Yang Qingyuan, but it was blocked by the silver ghost mask and black robe, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"How can there be two sets of Rakshasa masks and Rakshasa robes?" Elder Li Er, who looked like a child, was puzzled and confused.

Upon seeing the skull beneath Yang Qingyuan's feet, a thought struck him, and he exclaimed, "Huh? This is the Blood Skull, a talisman bestowed upon me by the sect leader—"

Immediately afterwards, Elder Li Er, who appeared as a child, looked at Wang Chan and questioned, "Does the young master possess a Blood Skull Talisman bestowed by the sect leader?"

"Where's your talisman?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chan was consumed by rage, her body trembling with anger.

The talisman in his hand had already lost its power and turned to ashes when he was chasing Han Li, so how could he possibly take it out?

Seeing that Wang Chan did not make a move, Elder Li Er coldly reprimanded her, "How dare you impersonate our young sect leader?"

"Heh." Upon hearing this, Wang Chan was actually amused and annoyed. She raised her hand and removed the mask from her face, revealing a face with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. She scolded, "Li Er, look carefully. Do you think this face can be faked?"

Elder Li Er heard the anger in Wang Chan's voice and was momentarily filled with fear, worried that he had made a mistake.

But then, the situation changed again.

A white streak of light sped towards the east of Yanjiabao, towards Xiangshan.

Judging from the speed of the escape light, he was also a Core Formation cultivator.

A white beam of light hovered above Flying Peak, slowly receding to reveal a red-haired old man.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

When Yan Yu and the others saw the red-haired old man, they all bowed and paid their respects.

When the Yan family patriarch saw that the Red-Haired True Person from Yellow Maple Valley was there, he had a bad feeling and his face instantly darkened.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, what are you standing there for? Let's kill this Hong Fu together!" The second son of the Li family, who looked like a child, was overjoyed to see the Yan family patriarch arrive and hurriedly urged him on.

Upon hearing this, Master Hongfu's expression grew even more grim, as if facing a formidable enemy, unsure whether the Yan family patriarch was friend or foe.

She was already at her limit fighting the Li brothers of the Ghost Spirit Sect, one against two. If the Yan family patriarch were added to the mix, she would definitely be no match for them.

The Yan family patriarch remained silent, turning his head to look at the horizon with an extremely solemn expression.

But then a hundred-foot-long silver-white lightning dragon sped across the sky, tearing through the heavens and producing a deafening thunderous roar.

Upon hearing this, the low-level cultivators present all changed their expressions, as if facing the terrifying might of heaven, and trembled in fear for a moment.

The Li brothers sensed the dense lightning-attribute spiritual energy within the thunder dragon, their expressions changed simultaneously, and they gritted their teeth, saying, "Trouble, it's a cultivator with a lightning spiritual root."

"It's him!" The Yan family patriarch's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Meanwhile, Master Hongfu's face lit up with joy, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the silver thunder dragon even got close, a booming, resounding voice rang out.

"A bunch of brats, how dare they plot against my disciple, Lei Wanhe!"

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