God Destroying Pearl

"Ha ha……"

Song Yun laughed loudly. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather he looked calm.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength determines everything, and Song Yun does not take this bluffing threat seriously.

Song Yun did not respond to the male cultivator's threat, his actions were direct and decisive.

He waved his hand lightly, and the ethereal sword flew out like a phantom. The sword light flashed and slashed across the male cultivator's neck.

The sword was so fast that the male cultivator didn't even have a chance to react. His threatening voice stopped abruptly and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

The sword pierced the male cultivator's throat, blood gushed out instantly, his body fell to the ground, and the breath of life quickly dissipated.

Song Yun bent down and easily took the storage bag from the male monk's waist.

After taking off the storage bag, Song Yun did not get up immediately, but instead carefully searched the male cultivator's body to make sure that no potentially valuable items were missed.

His fingers shuttled through the male cultivator's clothes, checking every corner where items might be hidden, but apart from the storage bag, he found nothing else.

Then Song Yun stood up.

The spirit bird had already brought the storage bag back. It flew back to Song Yun's shoulder and handed the storage bag to Song Yun.

Song Yun took the storage bag and put the two storage bags into his own storage bag without checking them.

A female cultivator named Yang witnessed all this and was shocked at Song Yun's strength.

She knew that she had met a real master this time.

She walked to Song Yun's side, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you for your help, senior. I am very grateful. Please come back to the city with me. My father will definitely thank you well."

Song Yun glanced around and nodded after confirming that there were no other threats.

When the female cultivator named Yang saw Song Yun agreed, she showed a charming smile on her face.

Song Yun had not paid much attention to her appearance before, but at this moment, he couldn't help but take another look.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although the face of the female cultivator named Yang looked a little pale due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy, it did not affect her pretty face.

Her facial features are delicate, and there is a spirit between her eyebrows and eyes. Even when she is tired, it is difficult to conceal her natural beauty.

The female cultivator named Yang seemed to notice that Song Yun was observing her. A faint blush quickly flashed across her face, like the sunset in the sky, adding a bit of vivid color to her pale face.

She said softly, "Please wait for a moment, Senior. I will bury my maid."

After hearing this, Song Yun nodded to show his understanding.

She turned and walked towards the body of the maid, her steps revealing a heaviness.

Although her movements were gentle, every tiny movement seemed so cautious, as if she was worried about disturbing the maid who was already resting.

As she stood beside the maid's body, Song Yun noticed that the corners of her eyes trembled slightly, and an unconcealable sadness rose from her eyes.

The sadness was not because of her own situation, but because of the death of the loyal maid beside her.

Although there were no tears on the face of the female cultivator named Yang, the emotions expressed at that moment were more touching than tears.

She did not stay for long, and soon used the magic sword in her hand to exert her spiritual power on the ground not far away.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and spiritual power poured in. The soil seemed to have life and slowly spread out to form a regular pit.

The pit was not deep, but it was enough for burying the maid.

She bent down, carefully lifted the maid's body, and slowly lowered it into the pit.

Then, she began to use her spiritual power to cover the hole with the excavated soil again, gently burying the maid's body.

At the same time, Song Yun used the fireball technique to deal with the remaining corpses, and then watched everything quietly from the side, with a sense of emotion in his heart.

Finally, the female cultivator named Yang stood up and her eyes became firm again.

She turned to Song Yun and said softly, "Senior, we can go now." Although her voice was soft, it revealed a kind of tenacity.

Then Song Yun asked, "Do you need to take a break?"

The female cultivator surnamed Yang shook her head, her hair fluttering gently as she shook her head. Her voice was clear: "I'm fine. This place is very close to Yuxu City. We will be there soon."

After hearing this, Song Yun nodded and said, "Okay, this is my first time going to Yuxu City. You lead the way and I'll follow you."

The female cultivator surnamed Yang nodded, a trace of gratitude flashing in her eyes: "Senior, my name is Yang Yuxuan, my father's name is Yang Lantu, I don't know your name yet."

Song Yun smiled and waved his hand. There was a hint of gentleness in his smile: "What senior or not? I'm not much older than you. My name is Song Yun. Miss Yang, just call me Song Yun."

After hearing this, Yang Yuxuan smiled and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Song!"

Then, two streams of light rose into the sky one after another, cutting through the sky.

Not long after, a towering city appeared in Song Yun's sight.

The city gate is tall and majestic, with three large characters "Yuxu City" inlaid above it. Under the sunlight, these three large characters are shining with a faint light.

As the distance got closer, Song Yun could see the details of the city gate more clearly.

The city gate was built of solid stone and was engraved with complex runes. These runes emitted a faint light and were obviously some kind of defensive formation.

There were several guards standing on both sides of the city gate. They were wearing uniform uniforms, holding spears, and watching the people coming and going vigilantly.

Song Yun and Yang Yuxuan landed in front of the city gate and put away their spiritual swords.

Yang Yuxuan turned to Song Yun and said, "Brother Song, to enter the city, each person needs to pay three low-grade spirit stones. Please pay six spirit stones first, and I will pay you back later."

After hearing this, Song Yun showed a puzzled look on his face: "Aren't you from the city? Do people from Yuxu City also need to pay?" He thought that as a resident of the city, Yang Yuxuan should be able to enter and exit for free.

Yang Yuxuan nodded and explained, "Yes, this is a rule set by Yuxu City Lord, and everyone has to pay it. Whether it is a resident of the city or an outsider, everyone needs to pay an entrance fee. This is to maintain order and security in the city, and it is also a source of income for the city lord."

After hearing this, Song Yun nodded in understanding.

He took out six low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to Yang Yuxuan.

He didn't care about these spirit stones. After all, being able to enter Yuxu City smoothly was the most important thing for him.

Yang Yuxuan took the spirit stone and took Song Yun towards the city gate.

After seeing Yang Yuxuan, the guard obviously recognized her, nodded slightly in greeting, and then took the spirit stone handed over by Yang Yuxuan.

After confirming that the spirit stone was correct, the guard let the two pass.

Song Yun and Yang Yuxuan walked into Yuxu City together, and the prosperous scene of the city immediately appeared before their eyes.

There are shops lining both sides of the street, selling all kinds of supplies for cultivating immortals. There is a constant stream of pedestrians, including many cultivators.

Song Yun looked around, he was full of curiosity about the city.

Yang Yuxuan led the way in front with ease, introducing some important places and features of the city to Song Yun from time to time.

On the streets of Yuxu City, Song Yun and Yang Yuxuan were about to move forward when they were suddenly blocked by several people.

"stop!"