Farmer Girl Reborn: I Play the Pig and Eat the Tiger in the World of Immortal Cultivation

Lu Ming chased to the boulder, but found that Yan Yue had disappeared.

He was confused and looked around vigilantly, "Where are the people?" His voice echoed in the valley, but only the sound of the wind responded.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, feeling a sense of uneasiness.

Is it a trap?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately rejected it.

He is the eldest son of the Lu family, with the cultivation level of the late Jindan period. How could he be schemed against by a little girl in the middle Jindan period?

Yan Yue's presence was intermittent, as if she was deliberately trying to seduce him.

Thinking of the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs that were about to mature in the spiritual herb garden, Lu Ming's greed overcame his reason.

He quickened his pace and followed Yan Yue's remaining breath.

He didn't know that he was walking step by step into the trap set by Yan Yue.

Yan Yue stopped at the mouth of a valley, with his back to the entrance, his figure looking particularly thin in the afterglow of the setting sun.

She quietly set up a hidden spiritual trap. The runes on the formation flickered with a faint light and soon disappeared into the air, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye.

This trap was something she had accidentally discovered in her previous life. It was extremely powerful, and even an early Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to break free.

Lu Ming caught up with her and saw that Yan Yue had stopped running. He thought she had given up resisting and laughed triumphantly.

"Yan Yue, aren't you a good runner? Why don't you run anymore?" His arrogant voice echoed in the valley, his tone full of contempt.

Several Lu family disciples behind him also rushed over, each of them arrogant, as if they had already seen the scene of Yan Yue kneeling and begging for mercy.

"Mr. Lu is so powerful, how can this little girl be your opponent!"

"That's right, if you hand over the spiritual herbs obediently, you can suffer less physical pain!"

Hearing these flatteries, Lu Ming felt even more proud. He seemed to have seen the scene of himself presenting the thousand-year-old spiritual herb to the head of the family and receiving the family's reward.

He approached Yan Yue step by step with a cruel smile on his face.

"Now, hand over the spiritual herb obediently, and I will consider giving you a quick death!"

Yan Yue turned around slowly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You want spiritual herbs? Then come and get them." As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flashed and flew towards the depths of the valley.

"Chase!" Lu Ming gave the order without thinking and rushed into the valley first.

He was so anxious to get the spiritual herb that he didn't notice the strange light flashing under his feet.

Just as he was approaching Yan Yue, his feet suddenly felt empty... Lu Ming rushed towards Yan Yue, with greed flashing in his eyes, as if the thousand-year-old spiritual herb was within his reach.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Yan Yue, but just as he was about to touch the edge of her clothes, his feet went empty and he fell downwards.

"What's going on?!" Lu Ming exclaimed, but before he could react, he was bound by a powerful spiritual power and could not move.

He looked down and saw complex runes flashing under his feet, emitting a heart-pounding power.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into Yan Yue's trap!

"Damn it!" Lu Ming roared and struggled desperately, but found that this spiritual power trap was extremely solid, and even with his late Jindan cultivation level, he couldn't shake it at all.

Seeing this, the Lu family disciples behind him also stopped and did not dare to approach rashly.

Yan Yue looked at the trapped Lu Ming, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth.

She did not leave immediately, but slowly raised her hand, and a ball of dazzling spiritual power condensed in her palm.

"Do you think you can trap me like this? Dream on!" Lu Ming roared, mobilizing all his spiritual power, trying to break the trap.

Yan Yue's eyes glared, and the spiritual power in her palms transformed into a series of fierce attacks, striking Lu Ming like a hurricane. "Trapped you? No, this is just the beginning."

Lu Ming was trapped in a trap, his movements restricted, and he could only dodge Yan Yue's attacks in a panic.

His proud swordsmanship could not be used at all in the trap. He could only watch helplessly as attacks fell on him, and his protective spiritual power was continuously weakened.

The surrounding trees were hit by the spiritual attack and their branches and leaves were flying everywhere. Lu Ming's painful groans and the sound of trees breaking echoed in the valley.

The Lu family disciples looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward to help.

They looked at the trapped Lu Ming, then at Yan Yue with a cold face, and their hearts were filled with fear.

Yan Yue's attacks became more and more fierce, and Lu Ming suffered more and more injuries.

His original arrogance had long since disappeared, replaced by deep fear and despair.

"Stop... stop..." Lu Ming's voice trembled with a hint of begging.

Yan Yue had no intention of stopping. She looked at Lu Ming coldly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now." She gathered her spiritual power again, ready to give Lu Ming the final blow.

In the distance, a figure appeared quietly... He looked at everything in the valley, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and whispered: "Wonderful..." Yan Yue's palm spiritual power surged, and he was about to give Lu Ming the final blow, but suddenly felt a powerful breath approaching.

She turned her head slightly and saw that Nong Jin had appeared at the entrance of the valley at some point, watching the battle with great interest.

When Nong Jin saw that Yan Yue had successfully trapped Lu Ming, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He had long known that Yan Yue was not as weak as she appeared, and her hidden wisdom and strength made him admire her even more.

"It seems that I still underestimated you." Nong Jin whispered, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Yan Yue withdrew his spiritual power, turned to look at Lu Ming, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You think you can snatch the spiritual herbs from me? You're just dreaming." She ignored Lu Ming who was trapped in the trap and roared angrily. She turned and walked into the depths of the spiritual herb garden, carefully picked the mature thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and put them into a specially made jade box.

Lu Ming watched Yan Yue picking the spiritual herbs, but was powerless to stop her. The anger and unwillingness in his heart almost consumed him.

He struggled frantically but was unable to break free from the trap.

"Yan Yue! Just wait for me! My Lu family will never let you go!" His voice echoed in the valley, full of resentment.

Yan Yue left without looking back, as if she didn't hear Lu Ming's threat.

She moved lightly and walked calmly, leaving the valley with the thousand-year-old spiritual herb in a leisurely manner, leaving Lu Ming helpless and furious in the trap.

The Lu family disciples looked at each other, and finally decided to rescue their own son first.

Nong Jin looked at Yan Yue's departing back, the smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by a hint of worry.

He knew that once the news of the thousand-year-old spiritual herb spread, it would inevitably attract more covetous eyes.

Although Yan Yue is quite powerful, he may still find it difficult to cope with those powerful forces.

He looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself: "It seems that I should take action..."

After Yan Yue left with the spiritual herbs, he always felt that the atmosphere around him was a little strange, as if a new danger was approaching quietly.

Deep in the woods, a pair of cold eyes were watching her every move... "The thousand-year-old spiritual herb... is mine..." A hoarse voice whispered in the wind.