The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

He said fiercely but weakly, "Lan Yunyan, you...you can't kill me. I...I know many secrets of the Church. If you let me go, I will tell you everything."

Lan Yunyan sneered, "How could I believe the words of someone as sinister and cunning as you? You have tried to harm me time and time again. Today is the day you die. The Dark Church's conspiracy will be further hindered by your death."

After saying that, she lightly raised the long sword in her hand, and a sword energy shot out like a spirit snake, heading straight for the mysterious man's throat.

The mysterious man's eyes widened. He tried desperately to dodge and retreated rapidly, waving his black robe in his hands and releasing a dark magic power to try to resist the fatal blow.

How could Lan Yunyan give him a chance? She tapped the ground with her toes and shot out like an arrow, instantly closing the distance between her and the mysterious man.

The long sword traced a graceful arc through the air, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and stabbed at the mysterious man again. In this strike, she poured all her soul power into it, and the sword shone with light, as if it would tear the surrounding space apart.

The mysterious man felt the breath of death coming towards him. He hurriedly took out a black rune from his arms and muttered something.

The rune instantly burst out with a strong dark light, forming a shield that enveloped him.

Lan Yunyan's sword pierced the shield, splashing a black ripple. The powerful recoil force made her arm slightly numb, but she did not retreat at all. Instead, she increased the output of her soul power.

Her eyes became more determined, and she silently practiced the Qingfeng Sword Technique in her mind, continuously increasing the power of her sword moves.

The essence of Qingfeng Sword Technique was brought to its fullest extent by her at this moment. The sword shadows were like fallen leaves in the wind, seemingly chaotic, but in fact each leaf contained deadly power.

Under her continuous attacks, cracks began to appear on the black shield and the light gradually dimmed.

Seeing that the shield was about to break, the mysterious man was filled with despair.

He suddenly laughed wildly, "Lan Yunyan, even if you kill me, the Dark Church will not let you go.

Our plan has already begun in secret, and you and your Qingyun Sect will be swallowed by darkness."

Lan Yunyan remained unmoved. Taking advantage of the moment when the shield was broken, she thrust her sword forward, piercing the mysterious man's chest directly.

The mysterious man's laughter stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes and looked at Lan Yunyan in disbelief, blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"I will crush the Dark Church's conspiracies one by one. You can go to hell with your sins." Lan Yunyan said coldly, then drew out the sword with force.

The mysterious man's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and raised a cloud of dust.

Lan Yunyan walked forward and confirmed that the mysterious man was dead, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

But she knew that this was just a small episode in the struggle against the Dark Church, and a greater crisis was yet to come.

She looked around and saw that the town had been completely destroyed in the battle just now.

Houses collapsed, flames burned, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the lingering scent of dark magic.

A sense of sadness welled up in Lan Yunyan's heart. This was all caused by the evil deeds of the Dark Church. In order to achieve their goals, they would stop at nothing and let innocent people suffer such a disaster.

Lan Yunyan hurried back to Qingyun Sect with a heart full of fatigue and solemnity.

Along the way, she kept thinking about the thrilling battle with the mysterious man. The conspiracy of the Dark Church was like a thick haze, weighing heavily on her heart.

As she entered the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate, the familiar, refreshing atmosphere greeted her, but it failed to dispel her worries. Lan Yunyan headed straight for the Sect Master's main hall and reported her experiences in detail.

The sect leader's expression became increasingly serious. After a long silence, he told Lan Yunyan to go back and rest first, and he would notify him again after the sect had come up with a countermeasure.

Lan Yunyan returned to her residence and heard bursts of laughter coming from inside the house before she even entered.

She pushed the door open and saw Lin Wan'er and Yun Mengyao in the room, seemingly discussing something interesting.

Seeing Lan Yunyan return, the smiles on their faces froze instantly, replaced by full concern.

Yun Mengyao hurried forward, took Lan Yunyan's hand and said, "Yunyan, you're finally back. This trip must have been very tiring, right?"

Lan Yunyan shook her head slightly and forced a smile.

Lin Wan'er said softly, "You look tired. Sit down and rest for a while."

After Lan Yunyan sat down, she told them in detail about the battle with the mysterious figure from the Dark Church in the small town. Lin Wan'er and Yun Mengyao couldn't help but gasp when they heard this.

Lin Wan'er said angrily, "This Dark Church is truly despicable. They are so cruel to innocent people!"

Yun Mengyao frowned and said, "Their conspiracy sounds extremely terrifying. We must find a way to stop it."

Lan Yunyan nodded and said, "The Sect Master is already discussing countermeasures, but the Dark Church is coming at us with such force that we need to further improve our strength."

Lin Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she said, "Then let's start practicing diligently from now on. I don't want to be a drag when facing the Dark Church."

Yun Mengyao also nodded firmly in agreement.

So, the three of them decided to practice in seclusion together. They came to a quiet valley in the back mountain of Qingyun Sect, which was rich in spiritual energy and an ideal place for cultivation.

Lan Yunyan was the first to start practicing the Qingfeng Sword Technique. She drew out her long sword, and the sword body flashed with cold light under the sunlight.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and completely immersed herself in the artistic conception of the sword technique.

I saw her dancing, the sword shadow was as fast as lightning, and every time the sword thrust out, it brought up a whistling sound of the wind. The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be attracted and gathered towards her.

Lin Wan'er was practicing the spiritual sound spell. She sat on the ground, made seals with her hands, and muttered something.

At first, the sound was as faint as a mosquito or fly, but gradually, it became louder and louder, turning into invisible sound waves that echoed in the valley.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the leaves rustled, as if resonating with them.