Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

"Zi Luo, although you are in the late Jindan realm, aren't you too disrespectful to us?" Pan Wenxuan asked.

Luo Xuan did not call other disciples of the Hehuan Sect to come and help. He still stood alone outside the city gate.

He wants to fight ten people alone.

Luo Xuan smiled and said, "I am enough by myself. I want them to rest a little longer at night."

There was only one Jindan-level cultivator in the Hehuan Sect's team, and if other disciples were asked to come and help, it would easily result in casualties.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui originally wanted to escape with the others. If they were surrounded by other people from the Hehuan Sect, Luo Xuan would be able to deal with them one by one.

But Luo Xuan wanted to beat ten of them alone.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui were the captains of the two teams. They were still a little angry when Luo Xuan provoked them alone.

While feeling unwilling, doubts arose in their hearts.

Could it be that the disciples of the Hehuan Sect were busy with dual cultivation that night, so Luo Xuan couldn't call anyone?

Luo Xuan raised her hand slightly, brought the flute to her lips, closed her eyes and concentrated.

The sound of the flute flowed like clouds and running water, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

Invisible ripples spread out, covering hundreds of feet of terrain in an instant.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the trees trembled slightly, and the green leaves made rustling sounds as if they were gently touched by gentle hands.

Faced with this scene, Pan Wenxuan gripped the magic sword tightly, and Fan Jingrui gripped the long knife even tighter.

They knew that the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect was a genius who had mastered the art of music, and none of them had ever fought against a music practitioner.

There are thousands of ways to practice cultivation, but sound cultivation is extremely rare in the world of cultivation.

Music practitioners resonate with the heaven and earth through musical instruments, singing, and even the sounds of nature, thereby inspiring unspeakable power.

The inheritance of sound cultivation is extremely rare. Even in those sects that have been standing for hundreds of years, there are few traces of such inheritance.

Many sects even only rely on some remaining ancient books to have a superficial understanding of sound cultivation, but are unable to truly embark on this path.

As one of the ten major sects, the Hehuan Sect naturally has a complete musical heritage.

But among the younger generation, the only ones who understand this are Luo Xuan and one other person.

The practice of music requires the practitioner to have an exceptionally high level of understanding and talent for music.

Without this kind of understanding and talent, it would be impossible to become a music practitioner.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui were on edge. They had no idea about Luo Xuan's methods of attack, so they had to remain highly vigilant.

Luo Xuan stopped playing the flute and said softly, "The music of heaven and earth is endless."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared like a wisp of smoke, as if melting into the rhythm of the sound waves.

The surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, causing ripples.

When the ripples subsided again, Luo Xuan had appeared silently behind Pan Wenxuan.

Pan Wenxuan felt a breath appearing behind him. His heart tightened and he turned around instantly, swinging his sword straight behind him.

However, just as the spirit sword and the flute were about to touch, Luo Xuan's figure disappeared again.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui looked more and more solemn. They searched everywhere for Luo Xuan's whereabouts but found nothing.

All that was left was the low sound of wind blowing through the woods, bringing up a slight rustling sound, and Luo Xuan seemed to have disappeared into the night.

Where is Luo Xuan?

A scream echoed in the night sky.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Luo Xuan had already dealt with one person and a white bead fell to the ground.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds onto Luo Xuan's face, covering him with a layer of cold silver glow.

Fan Jingrui shouted at Luo Xuan, "What on earth did you do?"

They had just spread their spiritual awareness to the surroundings, but when Luo Xuan disappeared, they could not even detect a trace of his breath.

Can a cultivator at the Jindan stage really use this kind of body movement that does not leave any breath or true energy fluctuations?

"We are enemies, do you think I will tell you?" Luo Xuan asked back.

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the night again.

When Luo Xuan appeared again, he killed another cultivator.

"Form a circle and protect each other's rear!" Pan Wenxuan commanded loudly.

Everyone formed a circle and left the rest of the work to others.

"His means of mobility must have limitations. We can break them as long as we delay them," Pan Wenxuan analyzed.

He guessed that this means of movement should be some kind of magical power.

Being able to become the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect, Luo Xuan is naturally no ordinary person.

The cultivators in the Jindan realm can touch the threshold of supernatural powers.

Gifted cultivators can master and use supernatural powers in the early stage of Jindan, but the vast majority need to reach the late stage of Jindan to comprehend its mysteries.

Luo Xuan's flute hit the sword guard, he frowned slightly, and retreated several feet.

"I didn't expect that you are a swordsman from the Lujian Sect. I hate fighting with swordsmen like you the most." Luo Xuan said.

The turtle shell is too hard.

Even if his realm is two levels higher than Pan Wenxuan's, it will still take some time to break through the sword siege.

Pan Wenxuan glanced at the people next to him, and then focused his attention back on Luo Xuan.

"I didn't expect that Luo Shengzi hated the sword cultivators of the Lujian Sect so much."

Pan Wenxuan paused for a moment and continued, "If you don't want to fight me, then why don't we leave here first? We promise not to bother you again."

"That won't work."

Luo Xuan smiled faintly, put the flute to her lips, and continued: "I just think it's troublesome, but when trouble is in front of me, no matter how unwilling I am, I will find a way to solve it."

The two female cultivators stood opposite Luo Xuan, smiled slightly and waved their hands.

The gazes of the other two female practitioners were as gentle as water, and there was an indescribable temptation in their glances.

"Mr. Luo, please come to me and let me serve you well." said a female cultivator.

Her voice is like the sound of nature, whispering and fascinating.

Under the dual effects of illusion and charm, Luo Xuan's expression began to change subtly.

His eyes gradually became blurred, as if he had lost his self-awareness.

He walked forward slowly, his steps as light as a sleepwalker, with an irrepressible smile on his lips.

A perverted expression appeared on his face, as if he was immersed in this illusory beauty.

Luo Xuan couldn't help but murmured: "Girl, why are you not wearing clothes?"

"Girl, your thing is so big, what did you eat to grow up?"

The four female cultivators looked at each other, with smug smiles on their faces.

The combination of illusion and charm is difficult to resist even for a powerful opponent like Luo Xuan.

Fan Jingrui breathed a sigh of relief.

Cultivators above the Jindan realm usually pay special attention to the cultivation of the soul in order to resist the mental interference of cultivators at the same realm.

These four female cultivators have not yet reached the Golden Core Realm, and originally thought that illusions and charm techniques would have limited effects on Luo Xuan.

But now it seems that Luo Xuan has fallen into an illusion.

Fan Jingrui thought that the monks of the Hehuan Sect were indeed not serious. This saint must have flirted with girls many times!

Just as he was thinking this, an urgent shout brought him back to reality.

"Get out of the way!" Pan Wenxuan shouted.

He didn't tell it to Fan Jingrui, but to the four female cultivators.