What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

As the white-haired elder finished speaking, the shattered spatial light screen, tens of feet high, erupted with dazzling blood-red light, and the violent spatial fluctuations distorted the surrounding air.

"Enter!"

Chu Tianhan and Jiang Huaiyue, who were at the forefront, transformed into streaks of light and rushed into the light barrier. The other disciples followed suit, orderly disappearing into the dark red space.

Lin Yuan and Lin Feilu walked at the very back of the group.

"Once inside, immediately check the map to confirm your location. No matter where you land, hide immediately and head towards the designated rendezvous point," Lin Yuan quickly transmitted telepathically.

Lin Feilu nodded slightly, her fair fingers subtly gripping several Extinction Thunder Talismans before plunging into the light screen.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, tightened his wide black robe, and stepped into the turbulent blood-red light.

A brief feeling of weightlessness, accompanied by intense dizziness, swept over me, as if my soul had been forcibly ripped out and then reassembled.

The moment their feet touched solid ground again, they were met with an extremely thick aura of death, a mixture of blood and decay.

Lin Yuan's magical power surged wildly, flowing into his Wind and Thunder Illusion Boots, and he moved two zhang to the side like a ghost. At the same time, beneath his wide sleeves, his right hand firmly gripped the hilt of the Splitting Light Shadowless Sword.

The sky had no sun, moon, or stars, only a dark red like dried blood.

On the dry, dark brown earth, huge boulders were scattered everywhere, some of which still bore terrifying claw marks and weathered ancient array patterns from countless years ago.

On a weathered boulder ten zhang to his right stood a young man dressed in the inner robes of the Xuan Yin Sect.

This man's name is Wang Teng, and he is at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Lin Yuan had seen him at the main peak's martial arts arena; this man had been following behind Chu Tianhan, so they were clearly in cahoots.

When Wang Teng first landed, he was still on high alert. But when he saw Lin Yuan, who was wearing a black robe and whose aura was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, ten feet away, his guardedness turned into uncontrollable ecstasy.

This is not just a lone, fat sheep, but also a walking stroke of great fortune.

"Looks like I'm in luck; everyone's already trying to get credit for me as soon as I got here." Wang Teng slowly drew a long sword that shimmered with a deep green light and leaped off the boulder. He unleashed the powerful spiritual pressure of an early Foundation Establishment cultivator without reservation.

"Kid, you only have yourself to blame for following the wrong person."

"Senior Brother Chu specifically instructed that whoever takes your head, you menial servant, in the forbidden area can get a bottle of Xuan Shui Jade Emperor Pill from him after you leave."

Wang Teng's gaze was fixed entirely on a pig waiting to be slaughtered. The Qi Refining stage and the Foundation Establishment stage are separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Lin Yuan stood still, his black robe fluttering in the stench of the cold wind.

His eyes remained completely unmoved. A bottle of Xuan Shui Jade Emperor Pill to buy his own life? Chu Tianhan was certainly willing to spend that much.

Wang Teng raised his longsword high, channeling his magic power into the blade, about to unleash a deadly, eerie green aura.

Lin Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, and he abruptly pointed behind Wang Teng, his voice filled with disbelief and a sense of relief: "Senior Sister Lin! How did you get teleported here too! Help me!"

Wang Teng's heart pounded wildly.

Senior Sister Lin?

Seeing the shadow of a famous tree, Wang Teng instinctively turned his head to look behind him out of fear and apprehension.

It was completely empty. Apart from a few broken stones, there wasn't a soul in sight on the dark red wasteland.

"Damn it! You dare to scam me!" Wang Teng reacted instantly and flew into a rage.

But it was too late.

In the half-breath it took him to turn his head, a piercing sword cry erupted from Lin Yuan's sleeve.

A flying sword, its entire body gleaming silver and radiating a cold, eerie light, shot out—it was the top-grade magic weapon Lin Yuan had crafted for himself: the Splitting Light Shadowless Sword.

In mid-air, the flying sword blurred for a moment, and then its light suddenly split into three.

Three fierce and unparalleled sword beams formed a triangular shape. One was aimed straight at his face, another at his heart, and the most deadly one skimmed the ground, heading straight for Wang Teng's lower body.

This is the domineering nature of the Splitting Light Sword Technique. Although the sword shadows it conjures only have half the power of the original, they are enough to kill an unsuspecting opponent.

If Lin Yuan had Foundation Establishment cultivation at this time, the sword light could have manifested into nine beams.

The flying sword was incredibly fast and its angles were extremely tricky.

Wang Teng didn't have time to cast any high-level defensive spells. He could only let out a strange cry, forcefully twist his waist, and frantically slash and block with his emerald green longsword.

"when!"

The longsword deflected the sword beam that was aimed straight at his heart; the force of the blow proved it was just an illusion.

He then did a scramble and roll, narrowly avoiding the attack from both his face and below. Even so, the sharp sword energy still grazed his scalp, shaving off a lock of hair, and his robe at the crotch was completely ripped open, letting in a gust of cold air.

"You're asking for it!!"

Wang Teng, his eyes bloodshot, got up from the ground. Just as he was about to wield his long sword to cleave the sixth brother in two, he discovered that Lin Yuan, who had been standing ten feet away, had vanished.

Immediately afterwards, a series of low rumbles of thunder exploded behind him.

The Wind and Thunder Illusion Boots shone with a surge of spiritual light. Lin Yuan's speed left a dazzling afterimage, and he appeared behind Wang Teng in an instant.

Wang Teng had just raised his protective true energy halfway when a piece of yellow paper, interwoven with gold and red, floated lightly onto his back.

The lightning pattern flowed.

It was the Prison Extinction Thunder Talisman that had easily shattered even Jiang Huaiyue's top-grade refined gold shield on the arena yesterday.

The ruthlessness in Wang Teng's eyes turned into fear. He frantically tried to muster all his true energy to create a protective shield of spiritual light.

"Boom." Lin Yuan uttered a cold, monosyllabic sound.

"Boom!"

A deafening thunderclap exploded across the wasteland. The destructive lightning, of utmost strength and yang energy, instantly tore apart Wang Teng's protective aura.

Wang Teng let out a scream that was not human as his back was blasted open, revealing his white bones. He was thrown forward like a rag doll and crashed heavily into a boulder, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Foundation Establishment cultivators are incredibly resilient; Wang Teng was still alive. He struggled to turn over, his face filled with terror as he watched the black-robed figure slowly approaching him.

"No, don't kill me..." Wang Teng coughed up blood as he shuffled backward, his voice hoarse and pleading, "I'm Senior Brother Chu's man, if you kill me, he will definitely..."

Lin Yuan had no interest in listening to someone's dying ramblings. With a swift movement, the Wind and Thunder Illusion Boots exerted their power once more, and he was already standing in front of Wang Teng.

He raised his hand and slapped Wang Teng's chest cleanly and decisively.

"Chu Tianhan himself won't live long, so how can he protect you?"

A wisp of black flame suddenly erupted from Lin Yuan's palm. Its edges swirled with a ghostly blue light, carrying no warmth whatsoever, but instead radiating an extreme chill that penetrated to the bone.

Earthly Fiend Netherfire!

"ah!!!"

The agonizing screams lasted only half a breath before abruptly ceasing. The inextinguishable, utterly yin and cold Netherfire instantly pierced Wang Teng's meridians, freezing and igniting his soul along with them.

There was no bloody scene of flesh flying everywhere; Wang Teng was instantly reduced to ashes by the scorching flames of the underworld.

A gust of wind swept everything away, leaving only a fallen emerald-green longsword and an unclaimed storage bag.

Lin Yuan swept his sleeve and put the storage bag and longsword into it. With a flick of his finger, the Splitting Light Shadowless Sword circled in mid-air, emitting a crisp sword sound, before obediently disappearing into his sleeve.