Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Lin Ran's figure was elusive, his sword light flashing, constantly breaking through the incoming wind blades.

Clang! Bang! Swoosh!

The sounds of the battlefield mingled and roared, spiritual energy explosions rose and fell, rocks continued to crumble, and mountain peaks trembled violently.

Although the Nascent Soul cultivator in green robes launched a fierce attack, he was tightly entangled by the crowd, and his rhythm gradually became disordered.

He excels at long-range magical bombardment, but close-quarters combat is not his forte.

Undeterred by the loss of life, the merman legion engaged in close combat, constantly disrupting the formation of the magic spell.

The Xuanjiao had a powerful physical body and kept charging at close range, forcing him to constantly defend and retreat.

Lin Ran moved across the battlefield, accurately seizing every opening, his sword moves were cunning and deadly.

In just a few dozen rounds, several shallow wounds appeared on the body of the cultivator in the green robe.

The rate at which spiritual energy was consumed increased dramatically, and the oppressive aura surrounding him slowly subsided.

The battle situation completely reversed, and the Nascent Soul cultivators who had initially dominated the field gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

"You lowly scum, how dare you bully me?"

Enraged, the cultivator in the green robe spat out a green spiritual sword.

The spirit sword spun in the air, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and instantly grew to a length of about ten feet.

The sword rang out with a resounding clang, its sharp sword intent sweeping across the entire mountaintop.

"Dazzling Light Slash!"

With a low shout, the cyan spirit sword, imbued with overwhelming sword intent, slashed down from mid-air.

A gigantic sword aura, tens of feet long, swept across the sky and crashed down with terrifying power.

Despite his injuries, Ao Zheng leaped forward, his three eyes blazing with golden light as he unleashed his full power to suppress evil spirits and withstand the direct impact.

Bang!

Its massive body trembled violently, its golden fur turned to charred scorch, and golden blood splattered across the sky as it was slammed violently off the mountain peak.

The merman army's formation was broken by the sword intent, and dozens of warriors were thrown back by the aftershocks, suffering minor injuries.

Lin Ran's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure stepping on the aftershocks of spiritual energy, rushing forward at lightning speed to get close to Lin Ran's face.

With the opponent's ultimate move just completed and their spiritual energy depleted, it was the perfect opportunity to break the deadlock.

He condensed all his spiritual power into the Jinghong Sword in his hand, and the sword domain instantly spread out, layer upon layer.

"Falling Star Sword Technique!"

The dazzling sword light shot straight into the sky, then fell in an instant, the starlight turning into deadly blades.

A dense rain of swords fell from the sky, completely enveloping the vital points of the Nascent Soul cultivator in green robes.

The cultivator in the green robe's expression changed drastically. He hastily condensed a spiritual energy shield and used all his strength to block.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The rain of swords relentlessly bombarded the shield, the sounds of explosions echoing continuously, and the shield's patterns rapidly spread and cracked.

The outcome is imminent; the Nascent Soul cultivator's defeat is only a matter of moments.

Just as Lin Ran was about to deliver the final blow and end the battle completely.

The sky suddenly darkened, a fierce wind arose, and the spiritual energy of the entire world instantly stagnated.

A terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of the Nascent Soul realm, crashed down from the heavens.

A dull thud echoed through the air, shaking the heavens and earth, and causing the mountains to bow their heads.

A pair of enormous, boundless hands pierced through the clouds and slowly slammed down from the sky.

His palm strike was magnificent, covering a hundred miles of airspace, carrying the supreme power to suppress all things.

No one can withstand it, no one can dodge it.

Bang!

Before the giant hand arrived, the immense pressure came first, slamming heavily onto the body of the Xuanjiao.

The already injured Xuanjiao was instantly crushed by the immense force, its body crashing heavily into the mountain's rocky strata.

Its entire body was covered in shattered scales, several bones were broken, and blood gushed out incessantly.

The three hundred merman warriors were swept away by the residual force, all of them were sent flying and coughing up blood, and their formation completely collapsed.

The mountain's surface collapsed layer by layer, with cracks crisscrossing and spreading outwards.

Lin Ran retreated rapidly, his gaze fixed on the sky.

This power transcends the Nascent Soul stage, surpasses heaven and earth, and is the supreme pressure of a Nascent Soul stage expert.

The clouds parted high in the sky, and a figure in white stepped through the air, slowly descending to earth.

He was graceful and elegant, dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, and an indifferent expression.

The Daoist aura flowing around him was profound and vast, and with every gesture, he stirred the spiritual energy of the entire mountain range.

A Nascent Soul cultivator is a true being who stands at the pinnacle of this world.

The man in white's gaze swept over the broken mountain peaks, finally landing on Lin Ran. His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing throughout the mountains and forests.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous in my Qingxuan Sect?"

The spiritual energy of the entire mountain range stagnated, pebbles floated in mid-air, and debris from vegetation remained frozen in place. The entire area within a hundred miles was enveloped by the terrifying Daoist aura of the Nascent Soul realm.

Lin Ran couldn't help but take a step back, a sudden tightness in his heart.

Zhu Wanwan's transformation opportunity is stuck at the most critical juncture. The spiritual light of the stone house formation flickers, and she is unable to break through the barrier for a long time.

Currently, Xuanjiao is severely injured, the Merfolk army is in retreat, and Chonglie and Xiao Cangshan are seriously injured and on the verge of death. The only one who can fight is Ao Zheng, who is also struggling with injuries.

If Zhu Wanwan fails to appear soon, he alone will not be able to withstand the subsequent attacks from the Nascent Soul stage expert.

In a moment of crisis, Lin Ran came up with a plan.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at the Taoist in white robes above him, speaking calmly and loudly.

"I am a true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, here to seek medicine. This Nascent Soul cultivator from your sect is disrespectful for his age, resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement and bullying me, a mere Golden Core cultivator."

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator in green robes immediately flew into a rage and retorted sharply.

"Nonsense! I was searching in the mountains when I saw these two demons. I was about to kill them when an eighth-tier beast jumped out and blocked my way."

"Just when I was about to subdue this beast, you jumped out again and attacked me. Before this, you hadn't even mentioned the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Lin Ran turned to look at the injured and panting Ao Zheng, revealing a matter-of-fact expression: "I saw you bullying my spirit pet, of course I had to stop you!"

"Absurd! How could a mere Golden Core cultivator like you possess an eighth-tier spirit pet?" The Nascent Soul cultivator's face was filled with disbelief.

Lin Ran turned his head to look at the three-eyed golden lion beside him and spoke softly.

"Tell me yourself, are you my spirit pet?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Zheng immediately raised his head, his golden vertical pupils gleaming with a fierce light.

"Master, this old scoundrel is truly despicable. He severely injured your two demon servants and still dared to attack you."

"It's okay if I get hurt, but what if you get hurt? This can't end like this!"

As soon as he said this, the mountaintop fell into a deathly silence.

The Nascent Soul elder of the Qingxuan Sect and the Nascent Soul cultivator standing high in the sky both paused slightly.

A storm raged in both of their hearts.

The seemingly ordinary Golden Core junior in front of us not only possessed high-level protective magic treasures, but was also surrounded by luxurious amenities.

The seventh-tier Xuanjiao and the eighth-tier Suanni descendants serve as spirit pets, along with two sixth-tier demon servants who attend to them.

Such a configuration is something that ordinary rogue cultivators can never have; it is definitely the treatment of a core disciple of a top sect.

The Heavenly Sword Sect is one of the top sects in the Cangxuan Realm, with a long history and profound foundation. It also has several Nascent Soul cultivators in charge.

If we were to truly offend the true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect today, and this small matter were to escalate into a sect war, the entire Azure Profound Sect would not be able to bear the consequences.

Upon realizing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator subtly reduced the chilling killing intent emanating from him, and fixed his gaze on Lin Ran.

"You claim to be a true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but what proof do you have?"

Lin Ran didn't answer; instead, he asked, "If I prove my identity, what will happen today?"

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator flicked his sleeves and adopted a solemn expression.

"If you are truly a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I will personally bring a generous gift to the Heavenly Sword Sect to apologize!"

Lin Ran responded by raising his hand, and a flash of spiritual light appeared at his fingertips. An ancient-looking token flew out of the air and was thrown straight towards the avatar cultivator.

See for yourself!

The Nascent Soul cultivator steadily caught the Ascension Token from the Heavenly Sword Sect. The moment his fingertips touched the token, a pure and fierce sword intent overflowed from it.

His gaze sharpened as he lowered his head to carefully examine the patterns and Daoist charm of the token.

The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became, and his breathing slowed down.

This token is of orthodox design, with pure Daoist charm, and bears the mark of the Heavenly Sword Sect, making it a genuine Heavenly Sword Sect item.

Although it's uncertain whether this token belongs to a true disciple, it's certain that the holder of this token must hold an extraordinary status within the Heavenly Sword Sect.

After confirming that everything was correct, the Nascent Soul cultivator put away the contempt in his eyes and waved the token back to Lin Ran.

"I am Lu Wangchuan, the Supreme Elder of the Qingxuan Sect. May I ask which fellow Daoist of the Tianjian Sect you belong to?"