So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Inside the Zhao family mansion, the sunlight was mottled, but it could not hide the tense atmosphere in the air.

Zhao Wuji, the head of the Zhao family, stared at Ling Jiuan in front of him with sharp eyes and an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

"Ling Jiuan, you are a waste who was determined to have no spiritual roots and would never be able to embark on the path of cultivation. How could you break through to the Golden Core Realm? This... How is this possible?"

There was a tremor in his words, and it was obvious that he couldn't accept this fact.

A cold smile appeared on Jiuan's lips, and that smile contained both sarcasm and confidence.

"Why not? You can't easily make judgments about everything in the world."

After she finished speaking, she turned her wrist slightly, and the Red Feather Sword in her hand burst into a dazzling light, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Zhao Wuji. Then she swung the sword, and the sword energy was like a dragon, galloping wildly, heading straight for Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was horrified. In a hurry, he hurriedly mobilized all his spiritual power and barely held up a thin protective shield. With a loud "bang", the sword energy brushed past the protective shield and narrowly avoided the fate of being cut in half by the sword.

He was still gasping for breath, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Peak of Golden Core? In just three days, you have leapt from the peak of Foundation Establishment to the peak of Golden Core? With such talent, you cannot be spared!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Jiuan sneered even more.

"You can't keep me here? Zhao family, your words don't count!"

Zhao Wuji's face was gloomy, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth?

"You are just a peak Jindan. Even if you have a few magic weapons in your hand, what can you do to me? Ling Jiuan, today my Zhao family's great elder is here. You can't escape even if you have wings!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure slowly descended from the sky. It was Zhao Peng, the eldest elder of the Zhao family.

He was dressed in a black robe and had a stern face. He was surrounded by the powerful aura of a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator. With just a slight raise of his hand, the Wu family members and Ling Jiuan and his group were pinned down and unable to move, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

"Below the level of Divine Transformation, everyone is an ant."

Zhao Peng's voice was low and majestic, with a scornful smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, facing such pressure, Ling Jiuan's eyes did not show any fear, but became sharper instead.

She secretly compared them in her heart and found that although Zhao Peng was a powerful cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, his pressure was much inferior to that of Ling Yun, whom she had met before in the back mountain of the Wu family.

Just as her mind was racing, an even more powerful pressure descended from the sky, instantly destroying Zhao Peng's pressure.

Zhao Peng's face suddenly changed. Everyone was shocked and looked up at the sky.

At the same time, from the back mountain, a cold and clear female voice pierced through the sky and reached everyone's ears.

"With such shallow spiritual power, is he worthy of being called a god? How ridiculous!"

As the words fell, an unprecedented huge pressure descended from the sky, like eternal ice, instantly crushing the pressure of the Spiritual Transformation Stage around Zhao Peng into pieces.

Under this pressure, Zhao Peng's face became extremely ugly. He was horrified to find that his realm was forcibly suppressed at this moment, and he fell directly from the Spirit Transformation Stage to the peak of the Spirit Severing Stage.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

Zhao Peng was terrified. He had never encountered such a terrifying existence that could easily change his cultivation level.

When Ling Jiuan saw this, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by determination.

She knew that this person in the back mountain might be her biggest help on this trip.

She turned her head to look at Zhao Wuji, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.

"Master Zhao, it seems that your wishful thinking will fail today."

Zhao Wuji's face turned pale. He never expected that things would develop to this point.

Originally, it was thought that Zhao Peng's cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Stage was enough to crush everything, but he did not expect that there was such a terrifying master hidden in the back mountain.

Although he felt unwilling, he was more afraid. After all, if even Zhao Peng couldn't resist, how could he be his opponent?

At this moment, the cold female voice came again from the direction of the back mountain.

"The Zhao family has gone too far. Our Wu family will not let this matter go."

As the voice fell, a figure slowly flew out from the back mountain and came into the air. It was a woman dressed in white, with a cold face, sharp eyes, and a faint aura surrounding her body, like an elf between heaven and earth.

Her appearance shocked everyone present, especially the people of the Zhao family, who felt unprecedented pressure. Ling Jiuan felt warm in her heart, because she knew that the woman in white was Ling Yun, the mysterious and powerful person in the back mountain of the Wu family.

"Senior Lingyun, thank you for your help."

Ling Jiuan bowed respectfully, his heart filled with gratitude.

Lingjun nodded slightly and glanced at everyone in the Zhao family.

"Zhao family, if there is a next time, don't blame my Wu family for being rude."

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Peng looked at each other and finally could only lower their heads helplessly. They knew that the Zhao family had completely miscalculated what happened today.

Under Lingjun's pressure, they could only leave in disgrace, secretly swearing in their hearts that they would get revenge in the future.

Ling Jiuan and everyone in the Wu family were safe and sound under Lingjun's protection.

The doubts in Jiuan's heart were like a lingering fog, and she looked at Lingyun in confusion.

"Senior Lingyun, you said before that you couldn't leave the back mountain, so why are you here now?"

After the Zhao family members completely disappeared from sight, Lingjun explained lightly.

"I didn't really leave the back mountain. I just used some tricks to throw a puppet clone over. Although the puppet only has the strength of my middle Nascent Soul stage, it is enough to temporarily restrain Zhao Peng and buy him some time."

When Ling Jiuan heard this, he suddenly realized, and at the same time a warm feeling surged in his heart.

She understood that although Lingjun could not come in person, she helped in this way at the critical moment. This friendship was truly rare.

"I see. Thank you for your help, Senior."

Ling Jiuan bowed again, his tone full of gratitude.

Lingjun shook her head slightly, her eyes deep.

"No need to be polite. I can't sit idly by and watch the feud between the Wu family and the Zhao family. However, although Zhao Peng's cultivation is shallow, the Wu family's peak Spirit Severing Realm strongman is far behind him in strength. If I hadn't thrown the puppet in time, I'm afraid the consequences would be disastrous."

Ling Jiuan was shocked when she heard this. She knew very well that Zhao Peng's strength should not be underestimated. If Lingjun had not acted in time, the Wu family and herself would probably not have been spared today.

She secretly made up her mind to practice hard and improve her strength so that she could better protect herself and the Wu family in the future.

"Senior, I will work hard to practice and live up to your expectations."

Lingjun looked at Ling Jiuan, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"I am very pleased that you have such determination. Remember, the path of practice is long and difficult. Only by perseverance can you achieve success."

After saying this, Lingjun's figure gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a stream of light and flew back to the back mountain.