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

Lin Yuan took the array plate and checked the integrity of the array patterns.

"One incense stick's time is enough." Lin Yuan put the array flag into his sleeve.

He casually patted his waist, and two shimmering lightning talismans landed in his palm.

"Take it." Lin Yuan stuffed the thunder talisman into Jiang Huaiyue's hand.

He walked quickly to the closed position of the stone slab.

With a series of hand gestures, the eight array flags silently disappeared into the surrounding soil.

The four white jade array plates were placed in the four dead corners of the passage exit and carefully buried with gravel and soil.

Lin Yuan unleashed his final concealment spell.

The wisp of white mist vanished in an instant, and the surrounding environment returned to normal.

Lin Yuan retreated to the side of the passage behind a broken stone tablet and withdrew his aura.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged behind the black stone.

The yellow sand howled, and the stench of dried blood filled the air. The surrounding ruins groaned and groaned under the erosion of the sand and wind.

time flies.

One day, two days, three days.

Seven days have passed.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the still closed stone slab in the center of the basin.

"If this woman still doesn't come out, could she be dead inside?"

Lin Yuan thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

Just then, a low, grinding sound came from the ground ahead.

The two heavy stone slabs slid apart to the sides.

The female cultivator in the moon-white dress leaped out of the dark passage.

She covered her face with a white veil, but her pale complexion was still noticeable.

Her breathing was rapid, her forehead was covered in sweat, her steps were unsteady, and the fluctuations of her magical energy were quite chaotic.

The seven days of exploration had clearly drained most of her resources, and even the robes she wore were faintly stained with blood.

The female cultivator's feet had just touched the mud.

The surrounding scenery was violently distorted.

Lin Yuan's pre-arranged Thousand Illusions Illusionary Array was fully activated. A large cloud of white mist rose up, completely sealing off the space around the female cultivator, isolating her from sight and divine sense.

The female cultivator's expression changed, and she flipped her wrist to summon her flying sword.

A piercing sound of something cutting through the air came from the white mist.

Two lightning talismans tore through the mist, carrying a violent, world-destroying aura, heading straight for her face.

The female cultivator forcefully activated the remaining magical power with both hands.

The small, palm-sized silver shield, engraved with tortoise shell patterns, stood horizontally in front of him, gleaming brightly with silver light, and rapidly expanded into a huge tortoise shell-shaped light shield.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted. Lightning completely engulfed the white mist, and a violent shockwave raged outwards, hurling debris from the ground.

The female cultivator, along with her small silver shield, was blasted backward and crashed heavily into a broken, massive stone pillar.

The stone pillar collapsed on the spot, sending rubble flying everywhere.

The female cultivator fell to the ground, turned her head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to stand up.

The small silver shield hovered in mid-air, its surface dull but without any cracks, demonstrating its extremely strong defensive capabilities.

Jiang Huaiyue watched this scene from the shadows.

When the Holy Maiden competed with Lin Feilu, she used this thunder talisman to severely injure her.

The female cultivator in front of them withstood the direct impact of two lightning talismans, and her breathing became disordered, but she was not seriously injured.

This small shield is no ordinary magical artifact.

Before the female cultivator could catch her breath, the air above her head was torn apart.

A flying sword came hurtling towards them, emitting a clear sword cry halfway through its flight. It split into six, transforming into six extremely sharp sword lights that blocked all the female cultivator's escape routes.

The female cultivator reacted extremely quickly, her hands forming hand seals with lightning speed.

A thick layer of azure protective spiritual light rose from his body, completely enveloping him.

The six sword lights slashed fiercely at the protective aura.

The blue light vibrated violently, and six deep dents were cut into the surface of the shield, but it held firm and failed to break through.

"Hmph! Shameless scoundrel who dared to ambush!" the female cultivator coldly rebuked.

The voice just fell.

Two jet-black lightning-injecting beads silently approached her azure protective aura.

The countless sword shadows that appeared earlier, splitting into six with a single sword strike, were all an illusion.

These two hidden lightning beads are Lin Yuan's real killing move.

The female cultivator sensed the destructive aura that was close at hand, and panic finally surfaced in her eyes.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared again, and the earth shook.

The violent lightning power tore through the faltering layer of azure protective aura.

The female cultivator let out a muffled groan as her body was blasted away, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop. Her moon-white dress was covered in mud, her hair was disheveled, and she looked extremely disheveled.

Before she could get up and resist.

A rope shot out from the air, coiling upwards like a serpent, tightly binding her hands behind her back.

Lin Yuan stepped into the arena from the shadows.

The flying sword hovered around the female cultivator's fair neck.

The sword was icy cold; if it were just half an inch closer, it could sever her throat.

The female cultivator collapsed to the ground, her face filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Retrieving the treasure underground had nearly exhausted her magical power, and just as she emerged from the passage, she was subjected to this relentless series of schemes that left her no room to breathe.

If she were in her prime, she would never have lost so humiliatingly.

Lin Yuan walked up to her and looked down at her.

His clean blue robe contrasted sharply with the disheveled female cultivator on the ground.

"Your Tai Xuan Immortal Sect has infiltrated this place; your reach is quite extensive," Lin Yuan said calmly.

The female cultivator raised her head, her cold eyes fixed on Lin Yuan, her lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a single word.

She even raised her fair neck high to meet the hovering flying sword.

"Still very stubborn." Lin Yuan stepped forward.

A powerful palm strike landed precisely on the back of the female cultivator's neck.

The female cultivator let out a muffled groan, closed her eyes, and promptly fainted, collapsing limply to the ground.

Jiang Huaiyue stepped forward, looking at Lin Yuan's utterly merciless actions: "Master, what should we do now?"

Lin Yuan placed one hand on the female cultivator's head.

He circulated his magical power and his divine sense pierced through his body, directly entering the female cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness.

Directly implant the forbidden divine technique.

To deal with such a prodigy who has an endless stream of trump cards, only by completely controlling them at the level of their soul can any possibility of a comeback be eliminated.

Their lives were in their hands.

Lin Yuan crouched down and began searching the person.

He carefully searched the female cultivator's body, his movements extremely practiced, without any ulterior motives, solely focused on maximizing his own benefit.

He rummaged through the inner lining of her underwear and pulled out several high-level talismans, stuffing them all into his sleeve. Finally, he ripped off the blue storage bag from her waist.

Lin Yuan probed with his divine sense, preparing to erase the divine sense imprint on it.

If a storage bag already has an owner, the mark needs to be forcibly erased using a divine sense far exceeding that of the original owner.

Although Lin Yuan's current cultivation level is only half-step Foundation Establishment, he has cultivated the "Thousand Evolutions Corpse Control Technique" and undergone the Yin-Yang baptism of twelve hours, so his spiritual strength is already comparable to that of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

His consciousness landed on the restrictions on the storage bag.

After trying for a long time, the divine imprint remained as firm as a rock.

Lin Yuan withdrew his divine sense, his brows furrowing slightly.

They had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​forcibly breaking it open.

"This woman holds a high position in the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect." Lin Yuan stuffed the blue storage bag into his pocket.

He clapped his hands, stood up, and turned his gaze to the northwest.

"Take this woman with you," Lin Yuan instructed Jiang Huaiyue. "Let's go gather herbs first."