God Destroying Pearl

After Su Mengli noticed Song Yun's abnormality, she was full of doubts.

She carefully sensed her surroundings, but did not sense any danger.

Then she quickly asked, "Fellow Daoist Song, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Song Yun was about to speak.

Just then, a slightly angry voice came from the air.

"Boy, who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, a beautiful middle-aged woman slowly fell to the ground from the air.

She was wearing a moon-white robe with fluttering sleeves and had a delicate face.

Time did not seem to have left many traces on her face, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that made people dare not look directly at her.

When Su Mengli saw the person coming, a bright smile suddenly broke out on her face and she ran over happily.

He grabbed the other's arm affectionately and said, "Master, I didn't expect you to come here too!"

The beautiful middle-aged woman looked at Su Mengli with a gentle smile on her face. She patted her hands gently, then raised her finger and pointed at Song Yun and asked, "Li'er, who is he? Why is he with you?"

She stared at Song Yun closely, with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, as if she was evaluating whether Song Yun had any ill intentions towards Su Mengli.

Su Mengli also reacted at this time, thinking to herself that maybe her master had developed hostility towards Song Yun, no wonder Song Yun looked so strange.

She hurriedly explained, "Master, he is Song Yun, a disciple of Qingyun Sect. He saved me many times in Yunyin Mountain this time. If it weren't for him, I would have met with an accident long ago. Please stop the pressure first. Fellow Daoist Song has no ill intentions."

The beautiful middle-aged woman looked at Song Yun deeply again, then raised her hand slightly, and the powerful spiritual power that had been suppressing Song Yun disappeared instantly.

Song Yun suddenly felt his body lighten, as if he had been freed from under a huge mountain.

He breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman.

He noticed that the look she gave him was not friendly, and even contained some hostility. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, wondering why this Master Yuehua would treat him like this.

Su Mengli walked up to Song Yun and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, this is my master, Master Yuehua."

In the world of immortal cultivation, most cultivators will take a title that shows their identity after advancing to the Golden Core stage. The respectful title for Golden Core cultivators is Zhenren.

Song Yun quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Senior Yuehua."

He knew very well that when facing a Jindan Zhenren, he had to show enough respect, otherwise, if he was not careful, he might bring disaster upon himself.

Although Master Yuehua did not give Song Yun a good look, he still nodded slightly as a response to his salute.

Su Mengli then asked Master Yuehua: "Master, why did you come here as well?"

True Man Yue Hua sighed slightly and said, "In the past few days, the cave dwellings of the ancient cultivators in Yunyin Mountain have undergone a major change. Including Jinshi City Lord Yuan Li, a total of five Jindan cultivators have died. This is a major earthquake in the world of immortal cultivation."

"I just happened to pass by Jinshi City yesterday and wanted to come here to explore, but I didn't expect that this ancient monk's cave house collapsed for some unknown reason yesterday. Hehe, I was about to return to Jinshi City, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Song Yun and Su Mengli were both surprised when they heard this.

Although they knew that the ancient cultivators' caves were dangerous, they did not expect that so many Jindan cultivators would die there.

As soon as Master Yuehua finished speaking, a man in his twenties, dressed in the uniform of the Divine Sword Sect, flew over on a sword from afar.

He had a nimble figure, wielding a sword that emitted blue light. After drawing a graceful arc in the air, it quickly fell to the ground.

Then the man bowed to Master Yuehua and said, "Greetings, Master."

Zhenren Yuehua looked at the man, a gratified smile appeared on his face, and he nodded with a smile.

Then the man looked at Su Mengli and said with a smile: "Junior sister, long time no see!"

His smile seemed friendly, but Song Yun felt that there seemed to be some other emotions mixed in it.

Su Mengli looked at the newcomer and frowned, seeming to be somewhat disgusted with him, but out of politeness she still said, "Hello, Senior Brother Huang."

Her tone was a little cold, in stark contrast to her enthusiasm when facing her master.

The man glanced at Song Yun who was standing next to Su Mengli, then smiled and bowed, saying, "My name is Ouyang Ming. May I know what this fellow Taoist's name is?"

Although he had a smile on his face, Song Yun felt that the smile was not real and was very hypocritical.

Song Yun also noticed that Ouyang Ming had the same cultivation level as him, both were cultivators who had reached the great perfection of foundation building.

Song Yun also smiled and bowed, saying, "I am Song Yun, nice to meet you, Daoist Fellow Ouyang."

Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, nice to meet you."

Then Ouyang Ming stood next to Master Yuehua.

His eyes shifted between Song Yun and Su Mengli from time to time, as if he was guessing their relationship.

Then Master Yuehua smiled and said to Ouyang Ming: "Ming'er, are you done with everything?"

Ouyang Ming replied respectfully, "Master, it's all done."

Master Yuehua nodded, and then said to Su Mengli: "Li'er, come back to Jinshi City with me first. Yunyin Mountain is too dangerous, and it is not advisable to stay here for long."

Su Mengli nodded, then turned to look at Song Yun with a hint of expectation in her eyes, and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, please come with us."

After Song Yun glanced at Ouyang Ming and Master Yuehua, he pondered in his heart.

He always felt that Ouyang Ming seemed hostile to him, and Master Yuehua was not friendly to him either. If he went with them, he would probably encounter many inconveniences and troubles.

So, he smiled and said to Su Mengli: "Friend Su, I have something else to do for the time being, you guys go first!"

Su Mengli felt a little regretful that Song Yun could not go with them. She knew that Song Yun might have his own concerns, so it was not a good idea to force him.

Then Master Yuehua flew to the flying boat in the distance.

Her figure flashed a white light in the air at an extremely fast speed.

"Ming'er, Li'er, hurry up and catch up." The voice of Master Yuehua came from afar.

Ouyang Ming and Su Mengli said in unison: "Yes."

Ouyang Ming glanced at Song Yun meaningfully, then followed the direction of Master Yuehua and flew away on his sword.

He wielded the sword, leaving a blue sword mark in the air, and soon disappeared from Song Yun's sight.

Su Mengli glanced at Song Yun, her eyes full of reluctance.

But she also knew that she could not disobey her master's orders, so she bowed slightly to Song Yun, and then flew in the direction of True Man Yuehua.

Her figure gradually became smaller in the air.

Song Yun stayed there alone, looking in the direction they left, feeling mixed emotions.

His mind couldn't help but recall the spiritual pressure that Master Yuehua had just exerted on him.

The power seemed to come from an endless abyss and was so powerful that it was suffocating.

At that moment, he deeply felt his own insignificance and powerlessness.

He knew very well that with his current level of cultivation, he was like an ant in front of such a strong man and had no power to resist.

Song Yun was sure that if Su Mengli was not here, given Zhenren Yuehua's hostility towards him, he would definitely be killed without mercy.

This feeling of powerlessness was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart and making him realize that his cultivation was still too weak. In this world of immortal cultivation filled with powerful people, he was simply vulnerable.

The desire for power in my heart, like a burning flame, was completely ignited at this moment.

He longed to have strength powerful enough to protect himself, longed to no longer be bullied and suppressed by others, and longed to be able to walk forward with his head held high on the path of cultivating immortals.

Song Yun clenched his fists, his eyes revealing determination, and he secretly vowed to practice hard, improve his strength, and never let such a thing happen again.

Just as Song Yun was lost in his thoughts, his consciousness suddenly became aware of a dangerous aura approaching him rapidly.

Song Yun was instantly awakened from his thoughts.

His reaction was extremely quick. He used spatial teleportation without hesitation. His figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Song Yun stopped at the edge of a forest in the distance.

His eyes were fixed firmly on his original position.

I saw a blue sword stuck there, the sword was deeply inserted into the ground, and the sword body was shaking slightly.

“Haha… Daoist Song Yun is so kind.”

A burst of crazy laughter was heard.