I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

Granny Yin's screams pierced the mountains, sharp and shrill, like a crow being choked.

"Night Frost Flower! How dare you destroy my Silver Corpse!"

Her withered fingers suddenly formed a hand seal, and several gray streaks of light shot out from her fingertips, heading towards the remaining silver corpses suspended in mid-air.

The runes on the chests of the silver corpses simultaneously blazed brightly, their silvery-gray light exploding around them like fireworks. One of the silver corpses suddenly swelled, expanding from about ten feet tall to over twenty feet. The silver patterns on its surface changed from light gray to dark gray, and then from dark gray to an almost jet-black iron color. Two dark red lights shone in its eye sockets, and its aura was like a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years suddenly breaking free of its chains, as it ferociously pounced towards Ye Shuanghua.

A true silver corpse. Comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Ye Shuanghua's expression remained unchanged, but her body had already moved.

Her figure vanished like a white streak of light before the silver corpse's massive claws could strike. The claws slammed into empty air, creating a crater tens of feet deep, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Ye Shuanghua's figure had already appeared above and to the side of the silver corpse. Her right hand was held together like a sword, and a white sword light shot out from her fingertips, accurately slashing at the silver corpse's right shoulder joint.

The sword light pierced the silver corpse's body, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound. The silver corpse's right arm paused slightly, a shallow white mark appearing at the joint, but it wasn't broken. Ye Shuanghua raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised by the silver corpse's defensive strength, but her movements didn't stop. Her figure flashed again, and a second sword light was already slashing towards the back of the silver corpse's neck.

Granny Yin sneered, her hands forming several hand seals, and the silver corpse suddenly became more agile. It whirled around, its left arm sweeping out with a chilling, bone-chilling force, aiming for Ye Shuanghua's waist. Ye Shuanghua somersaulted in mid-air, dodging the sweep, lightly touching the silver corpse's arm with her toes, using the momentum to leap several feet into the air, looking down at the silver corpse and Granny Yin from above.

"Old man, your silver corpse is indeed more sturdy than those scrap metal ones," she said, her voice still cold and devoid of much emotion. "However, it's still just so-so."

She raised her hand, this time spreading all five fingers wide. Five white sword beams shot out simultaneously from between her fingers, weaving into a sword net in mid-air, enveloping both the silver corpse and Granny Yin. Every thread of the sword net carried an extremely sharp edge, cutting thin white streaks in the air wherever it passed, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Granny Yin's expression changed drastically, and her withered body recoiled violently. The silver corpse blocked her path, its arms crossed over its chest, forcefully blocking the sword net. The net sliced ​​through the silver corpse's arms, producing a dense metallic cutting sound and sending sparks flying. Dozens of sword wounds of varying depths appeared on the silver corpse's arms, the deepest almost reaching the bone. But the silver corpse did not retreat. It let out a low roar and charged forward, punching the core of the sword net.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sword net shattered under the silver corpse's punch, turning into countless white fragments that danced in the air like broken ice crystals. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Granny Yin formed hand seals and flicked out several more gray beams of light from her sleeves. These beams struck the remaining ten silver corpses, activating them all. The ten silver corpses simultaneously opened their dark red eyes and surrounded Ye Shuanghua. Although each one was not as powerful as the Nascent Soul silver corpse, they all exuded the aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator. The simultaneous attack of twelve corpses created an oppressive atmosphere that made the surrounding air thicken.

Ye Shuanghua stood in mid-air, watching the ten silver corpses surge towards her like a tide, her expression unchanged. She didn't even retreat; instead, she took a step forward. As she took the second step, her aura suddenly surged, and the white longsword she had been holding was finally drawn.

It was a longsword, its blade gleaming like solidified moonlight, with a faint blue halo swirling at its tip. Her grip on the hilt was light, yet it caused the air within a hundred feet to tremble.

"The Soaring Swan Sword!" Granny Yin's pupils constricted sharply, and for the first time, her voice carried genuine fear. "Damn it! This is a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

Ye Shuanghua did not answer. She raised her hand, and the sword light was already upon her.

The sword light was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, striking down before anyone could react. The three silver corpses at the forefront were hit head-on by the sword light, their bodies splitting apart like paper, the cuts clean and smooth, without even a moment to struggle. The sword light, undiminished in its momentum, continued to slash towards Granny Yin's brow.

Granny Yin screamed, and the Nascent Soul silver corpse suddenly appeared in front of her, its arms crossed to form a gray barrier. The sword light struck the barrier, exploding into a blinding burst of light that illuminated the entire sky as if it were daytime. The gray barrier trembled violently, its surface cracking, and two deep, bone-revealing sword wounds appeared on the silver corpse's arms, dark red light seeping from the cracks and scattering into the air.

Granny Yin was jolted back several steps by the impact, a hint of horror flashing in her cloudy eyes. Although she knew Ye Shuanghua's Jinghong Sword was powerful, she hadn't expected it to be this powerful. That silver corpse was something she had painstakingly crafted over a hundred years, its defenses strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Yet, it still seemed to be struggling against Ye Shuanghua's sword.

Just then, a dark figure silently emerged from the shadows deep within the cave. Xiao An's figure, like a wisp of black smoke, slipped through the gaps between the silver corpses besieging Ye Shuanghua, landing precisely beside Li Hanshan. She raised her hand, activating the Netherworld Record technique to its fullest extent, and a surge of pure Yin energy flowed into Li Hanshan's sealed dantian, like an invisible key, slowly prying open the seal formed by the gray spiritual energy.

Li Hanshan felt a warmth in his dantian, and the gray-black seal on the surface of his divine infant began to loosen, allowing pure yang energy to flow through his meridians again. He moved his wrist, took out the broken sword from his storage ring, and held it in his hand. His gaze swept over Ye Shuanghua, who was fighting with the silver corpse, and then over the hunched figure of Granny Yin, who was rapidly forming hand seals.

Xiao An lowered her voice and spoke very quickly: "Senior, after I escaped, I happened to encounter this fairy. She captured me, and after I explained the situation to her, she attacked without hesitation."

Li Hanshan nodded, secretly relieved. If Xiao An hadn't encountered Ye Shuanghua in time, he probably would have been taken back to the Yinquan Sect by Granny Yin and turned into a battle puppet today.

"Xiao An, you hold those silver corpses back," Li Hanshan whispered. "I'll go help Fairy Night deal with that old bastard."

Xiao An nodded, her soul transforming into a streak of black light as she shot out. Netherworld chains shot from her palm, precisely binding the ankles of the two Nascent Soul stage half-step silver corpses, pulling them to the side. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Hanshan flashed forward, purple-gold flames exploding from his palm. The ancient patterns on the broken sword once again glowed with a ghostly blue light, and he slashed fiercely at the back of the Nascent Soul stage silver corpse.

The broken sword struck the core of the runes on the silver corpse's back, producing a dull thud. The silver corpse, desperately trying to block Ye Shuanghua's unstoppable sword light from the front, was struck from behind by Li Hanshan's sword. It staggered forward several steps, a thin crack appearing at the core of the runes on its back, from which dark red light seeped. Granny Yin's expression changed drastically; she tried to urge the silver corpse to retreat, but Ye Shuanghua's sword light had already arrived.

The sword light slashed down, neatly severing the left arm of the Nascent Soul silver corpse. The silver corpse let out a low roar, and dark red light gushed out from the cut, like a giant beast whose artery had been severed.

"How is that possible!"

Granny Yin screamed.

She had no idea that Li Hanshan had such methods.

It can actually sever a silver corpse comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator!

It should be noted that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it extremely difficult to deal with such a silver corpse without a sufficiently powerful weapon.

Her withered fingers swiftly formed a hand seal, and the light emanating from the silver corpse began to flicker violently. Its form suddenly shrank, transforming into a gray stream of light that retreated into her palm. At the same time, the remaining silver corpses also converged, blocking her path.

"Boy, Ye Shuanghua! I'll remember this debt!" Granny Yin's voice echoed through the mountains, filled with resentment and bitterness.

She turned abruptly, her hunched figure transforming into a streak of gray light as she sped northward, the silver corpses following closely behind, disappearing into the mountains in the blink of an eye.

Ye Shuanghua hovered in place, her white longsword slowly returning to its sheath. She looked in the direction where Granny Yin had disappeared, but didn't give chase. Instead, she sheathed her sword, turned to Li Hanshan, and her gaze lingered on him for a moment: "How badly are you injured?"

Li Hanshan sheathed his broken sword, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Fairy Ye. My dantian was sealed, and my spiritual power has only recovered a little over half, but I am fine."

Ye Shuanghua nodded, her gaze lingering on the broken sword that Li Hanshan had retrieved. She seemed to look at it for a moment longer, but didn't ask anything. She simply said, "You call me Elder Ye?"

Li Hanshan was taken aback: "With such cultivation, isn't Fairy Ye an elder of the Joyful Union Sect?"

He was genuinely surprised. This was a Nascent Soul cultivator; in the Northern Wilderness, such a being would be enough to sweep away everything.

He had just witnessed Ye Shuanghua's strength firsthand. Even Granny Yin's Nascent Soul silver corpse had its left arm severed by her sword. Such combat power was probably among the top in the Hehuan Sect.

Ye Shuanghua shook her head: "The lowest level of elders in the Hehuan Sect is the Refinement stage. Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage can only serve as stewards in the sect. Although I am the sect leader's personal disciple and have a high status, I am not yet an elder."

Li Hanshan's heart skipped a beat.

A Nascent Soul cultivator can only serve as a steward in the Joyful Union Sect? Then the strength of the higher-ups in the Joyful Union Sect is far more terrifying than he imagined.

When he was in the Northern Wilderness, he thought that the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was already the top combat power. The sect leader had been stuck at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage for hundreds of years and could not break through, so he was already the strongest in the Northern Wilderness.

However, once they arrived in the Central Continent, even a Nascent Soul cultivator could only serve as a steward, not even qualifying for the position of elder.

What level of cultivation do the sect leader and elders of the Hehuan Sect possess? Refining Void? Harmonizing Dao? Or something even higher?

He suppressed his shock, clasped his hands and said, "This disciple is new to Central Continent and is not yet familiar with the situation of the sect. I have offended you just now."

Ye Shuanghua waved her hand: "No need for formalities. I just received a message from Steward Xu, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get here so quickly."

She paused, her tone still calm, "I also encountered some branch sect cultivators on the way, who should be your companions. They are all fine now."

Li Hanshan felt a sense of relief. The sect leader was safe and sound, and Qin Muyue, Leng Yue, and Chu Mengyao were all together. Although they had encountered an ambush by the Heavenly Demon Sect along the way, the outcome wasn't too bad.

He nodded, about to ask about the specific route to the Hehuan Sect, when Ye Shuanghua spoke first: "Your spiritual power has only recovered halfway, it's not safe for you to travel alone. Although Granny Yin has retreated, she may not have given up and might be secretly following you, looking for an opportunity to strike. You'll come back to the sect with me."

Li Hanshan did not refuse. He did need time to recover, and Granny Yin's threat was real. If she was indeed lying in ambush, he would find it difficult to resist in his current state.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Fairy Night." He clasped his hands in a fist salute again.

Ye Shuanghua said no more and turned to fly northwest. Li Hanshan followed, and the two streaks of light flew one after the other through the gray-black mountains, heading towards the Hehuan Sect.