Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

"Senior Brother Song is right!"

"It's our turn now!"

The eighth-level Qi Refiner deliberately slowed down his movements while unbuckling his belt, a playful smile on his face.

He turned to his companion and said, "That woman from the Jade Maiden Sect last time was just as fierce as her, shouting that her senior brother would come to save me."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"What a pity, in the end, I was the one who personally hung her senior brother's head in front of her."

After saying that, he stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ling's figure without any attempt to hide it.

"Go ahead and scream, why don't you call for help? I love hearing wild horses neigh, the wilder you are, the more excited I get."

Song Qingfeng remained expressionless, having grown accustomed to it.

He took a step forward.

"She's worth five hundred spirit stones, don't waste her."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Song, I know what I'm doing."

The one who was unbuckling his belt pulled his pants waistband out a little further.

"Such long legs, killing them would be such a waste."

"Me first!"

Another Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator used the tip of his sword to pry open the torn fabric on Zhao Ling's shoulder, but she blocked it with her short knife.

"Last time, that Jade Maiden Sect woman, after having her second brother's pleasure, she slit her own throat, and I didn't even get a sip of soup."

"What's the rush?"

The peak Qi Refining expert leaned his heavy sword on the ground and slowly walked over.

"She can't escape."

Zhao Ling didn't retort; her eyes were icy.

The last bit of spiritual energy in his body had accumulated, ready to destroy his meridians and shatter his body into pieces at any moment.

Da da da!!

Direction of the cave entrance.

Footsteps rushed in, filled with irritation and violence.

Extremely fast!

"Is someone there?" Song Qingfeng turned his head.

Just as the light from his tinderbox reached the corner of the mine tunnel, a dark figure rushed in.

The person stopped and stood at the entrance of the mine tunnel.

With white hair, dark red horns on his forehead, and a young and handsome face, he possessed a bewitching beauty.

He held the silver-white spear upside down in his hand.

The newcomer didn't glance at the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect; he looked at Zhao Ling instead.

He saw Zhao Ling, covered in blood, leaning against the stone wall, staring at him in astonishment.

Li Tianran: "Not dead? The trip wasn't in vain."

Then, his gaze swept over everyone present.

The light swept over those who drew their swords, those who loosened their belts, and over Song Qingfeng.

Finally, the blame fell on the disciple who had untied his belt.

There was no emotion in Li Tianran's dark red eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person.

He heard the conversation clearly.

right way?

Strip away the fig leaf, and they're all just savages.

After Li Tianran appeared, a disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining turned his head and glanced at him.

Instead of being surprised, he laughed.

He even exposed his back to Li Tianran without any defenses, and laughed wildly while spreading his hands at his companions.

"This... heretical cultivator? Hahaha."

"I knew it! That woman was running away, waiting for reinforcements."

A pseudo-five-layer structure?

Are you here to be buried with me, or to put on a monkey show of hero rescuing a damsel in distress for us, just to liven things up?

He laughed so hard he bent over, his tone full of absurdity.

"A fake fifth-level cultivator dares to charge in here? Have you lost your mind?"

Another disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining also breathed a sigh of relief, placing his sword-wielding hand on his hip.

"I thought he was really strong, but he scared me half to death."

It turns out to be a fake fifth level. Hey, you heretical cultivator, did you come to the wrong place?

This isn't your place to play the hero. Kneel down and kowtow three times, and if we're in a good mood, we'll let you crawl out alive.

"Kowtowing is too lenient on him," the one who was unbuckling his belt chimed in.

"Let him kneel to the side and watch how I favor his fellow disciple."

"Read it first, then kill them. Each additional head earns an extra 500 spirit stones. Sweet!"

"It was definitely a suicide mission."

The one at the ninth level of Qi Refining added casually, without paying any attention.

Only Song Qingfeng didn't laugh.

He stared at Li Tianran, his brows slowly furrowing.

White hair, red eyes, and horns on his forehead.

He recognized the face.

The last time at the Rift Valley black market, it was this same person who suddenly held a curved knife to his throat at a street corner.

They also threatened him in various ways, forcing him to swallow a bellyful of humiliation.

Song Qingshu almost scolded him to death over this matter.

"It's you."

Song Qingfeng's voice turned somber.

"Last time at the Rift Valley Black Market, you were probably at the pseudo-sixth level. Now you've suppressed it to the pseudo-fifth level. Have you been hiding your cultivation all this time?"

The ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator was surprised and turned to look at Song Qingfeng: "Junior Brother Song, you know him?"

"The evil cultivators from the Blood Spirit Sect intercepted me at the black market last time."

"Intercept you?"

He glanced at Li Tianran again and scoffed.

"A pseudo-sixth-level Qi Refining expert at the eighth level? Junior Brother Song, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"How could a pseudo-reformer have such ability?"

"Hmph, whatever. Whether they're capable or not, we'll find out by trying."

The disciple who was untying his belt drew his sword.

He took a step forward with his pants still open.

"Senior Brother Song, he intercepted you last time, so today the brothers will get revenge for you. I'll warm him up first, break one of his arms, and make him kneel down and watch."

He didn't finish speaking.

Because he saw Li Tianran's expression.

A very faint smile appeared, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

A strange, vengeful anger rose within him: "You dare laugh?"

"You just said,"

Li Tianran's voice was very soft, as if confirming a detail: "Whose arm are you going to dislocate? What kind of performance are you going to put on? A monkey show?"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, not yet able to react.

A flash of white light appeared before their eyes, and a sharp aura tore through the air.

Li Tianran's gun has arrived.

It wasn't a thorn, it was a smash!

The spear shaft swung from the side, the weight of the pseudo-eighth level spiritual power plus the low-grade spiritual weapon slamming into the sword he had just raised.

Snap, the sword broke.

The sword tip flew off and embedded itself in the mine wall. The hilt slipped from his hand, and his hand was bruised and bleeding profusely.

His face still bore the arrogance from before, his smile unfurled, his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth opened as if to shout.

"You dare to lay a hand on me..."

The spear tip has arrived.

Not his chest or throat, but below his abdomen.

My lifeline!

The Cloud Piercing Stance uses a five-inch spiraling energy, positioned precisely between the hips.

"Hiss, uh!"

The disciple was jolted up as if he had been electrocuted, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

Blood splattered from beneath him, flowing in all directions through the gaps in the ore fragments.

He curled up on the ground like a shrimp, clutching his groin with both hands, and let out muffled howls.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet mine, it sent chills down your spine more than any scream.

Li Tianran drew his gun and looked down at him.

"Monkey show? You just said you wanted someone to perform for you?"

The disciple could no longer speak; only gurgling sounds came from his throat.

Li Tianran didn't wait for his reply.

He gripped the meteorite spear with both hands in reverse, raised it high with the tip pointing downwards, like a butcher slaughtering a pig.

Then he suddenly stabbed down.

*Thud!* A muffled sound!

The wailing stopped completely.

The mine was so quiet it was as if everyone had been choked.

Because all of this happened so fast.

In the short two or three breaths they were stunned into thought.

Li Tianran then delivered the fatal blow.

Speed, strength, and spiritual power—it's definitely not a pseudo-fifth level.

No one had time to react.

Zhao Ling leaned against the stone wall, staring intently at Li Tianran.

He glanced again at the Qi Refining Level 8 disciple who had been killed by Li Tianran. His lower body had been blasted open by the sharp spear energy, leaving his intestines spilling out.

This isn't murder; it's execution!

Beside him, the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator who had been laughing so hard just moments before staggered back three steps, and with a clang, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

He simply pointed at Li Tianran, his lips twitching twice before he managed to squeeze out the words.

"Dead, dead! He wasn't a pseudo-fake fifth level, nor a pseudo-sixth level, nor a pseudo-eighth level, this was a fucking pseudo-eighth level!"

He glanced again at the pool of blood on the ground that was still spreading outwards, and his voice changed.

"He just now, he just stabbed... where..."

"Who did you just tell me to kneel down?"

Li Tianran turned around and looked at him; the Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator's face was deathly pale.