Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

"Hmph, it's still somewhat useful." Bai Mujian raised his chin in indignation, but at least he acknowledged the value that Ding Ruoming demonstrated this time.

"Those who have achieved great artistic conception are not to be feared. With your strength, you can easily defeat them."

"However, the genius who has reached the state of great perfection and the demon beast in the Nascent Soul stage are a bit tricky. If you encounter them, you must be careful."

"After all, you have no experience fighting such a strong man."

"Okay." Jiang Han nodded in agreement and looked at Bai Mujian seriously:

"Brother Bai, I want to go by myself this time."

He wanted to see how big the gap would be between him and those true geniuses when he met them.

Bai Mujian smiled slightly, tilted his head to glance at Du Yucheng, and seeing that she had no objection, he nodded:

"Okay, we'll wait for you here."

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Huangyang County, Weishan Town.

As the name suggests, this small town is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only one official road that splits the two mountains and runs directly from north to south.

Jiang Han walked on the bluestone-paved street, with mountain folks selling mountain products on both sides. Occasionally, he could see one or two spiritual herbs containing spiritual energy, but they would soon be bought by people in brocade clothes.

"We live off the land. Even though these are low-grade spiritual herbs, and the prices are suppressed by these wealthy families, they are enough to support a family of ten for three to five years."

No wonder this place looks quite wealthy. The stable output of this kind of spiritual herbs alone is enough to ensure that the entire town has no worries about food and drink.

This was the first time he wandered the streets alone after his rebirth, but he wasn't just wandering around.

Although this mission was a temporary decision, the traces left by some people are a bit too heavy.

Therefore, he did not try to conceal his identity during this trip. The purple robe he wore, which was noble and had a faint aura of spirituality, was particularly conspicuous in this small mountain town.

But after walking around the street for a long time, he didn't find any trace of the Yin-Yang Sect.

Jiang Han vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he quickened his pace and rushed to the government office in the middle of the town.

According to the news from the sect, the mayor of this place reported that there was a suspected evil spirit in a dilapidated temple twenty miles away from Weishan Town.

Any villagers passing by the temple would be bewitched by it, as if possessed by an evil spirit, and would hunt for meat to offer as tribute to the temple.

Only when he was exhausted would he faint at his doorstep.

"It sounds like some greedy little demon, good at bewitching people, but not killing anyone."

Jiang Han was a little confused. How could such a little demon that could only bewitch mortals attract five Jindan stage cultivators to come and subdue the demon?

What puzzled him even more was that this place was under the jurisdiction of the Zixiao Sword Sect, only 50,000 miles away from the sect. Which blind monster dared to run wild here?

The yamen was not big, but it was made of blue bricks and stone tiles, and was quite grand. The old man who came to greet us was wearing a brocade robe and had spiritual energy flowing from his body.

He turned out to be a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining.

Before he even got close, the old man bowed and said:

"I am Feng Yuqing, the mayor of Weishan Town. Nice to meet you, Senior."

Jiang Han remembered Bai Mujian's instructions and did not speak directly. Instead, he glanced at him casually, and then said slowly:

"Do you know what happened to the fellow disciples who came here to subdue the demon?"

Hearing this, Feng Yuqing's face turned serious. He waved his hand to dismiss the official behind him and said respectfully:

"To answer your question, the five seniors arrived at Weishan Town yesterday and immediately went to the ruined temple outside the town."

As he spoke, he led Jiang Han into the yamen. Several officials beside him stood at a distance, not daring to get close.

"I am weak and dare not set foot near the ruined temple. I only saw a few seniors enter it, but I don't know what happened inside the temple."

It seems that there is no useful information here in the yamen.

Jiang Han paused, and without stepping into the door, he tilted his head and said, "Lead the way to the ruined temple."

Feng Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Fortunately, he was not here to eat and drink for free.

He turned around and respectfully led Jiang Han out of the town:

"Senior, please follow me."

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It is said to be a dilapidated temple, and it really is a dilapidated temple.

Half of the door panel was hanging on the frame, and it creaked when the wind blew.

Feng Yuqing didn't dare to go any closer when he was five miles away. He didn't know what kind of evil spirit was here that could scare him like this.

The sky darkened at some point, dark clouds rolled in, and suddenly there was a dull thunder.

"Rumble--"

The thunder was not loud, as if it was holding back a burst of anger. Then, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the dry ground and stirring up clouds of dust.

Once the rain started, there was no way it could be stopped. The crashing rain instantly blocked Jiang Han's sight. In the blink of an eye, muddy puddles formed on the ground.

He stood a hundred feet away from the ruined temple, with a faint golden light shining on his body, isolating the blue rain from outside, and walked towards the ruined temple.

The evil demon here is definitely not a simple little demon. Since he approached within three miles of here, he could feel the waves of demonic sounds constantly impacting his sea of ​​consciousness.

These demonic sounds seemed like some strange fluctuations, like waves, constantly hitting the barrier of his sea of ​​consciousness.

But in the next moment, it was shattered into thin air by the purple thunder that swept across.

No wonder the five fellow disciples in the Jindan stage all lost contact here. If he hadn't had the thunder state of mind protecting his body, he would have been killed as well.

At this moment, Jiang Han's steps forward suddenly quickened, his eyes slightly focused, his figure turned into a flash of lightning, smashing countless blue-glowing raindrops, and in the blink of an eye he appeared a hundred meters away.

Just as his figure disappeared from the spot, a heat wave descended from the sky, and the rain curtain in the air turned into countless white smoke and retreated madly to both sides.

A red light as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and hit the place where he had originally stood, creating a ten-foot-deep pit on the ground!

"boom--!"

A huge heat wave burst out from the pit, and the rain in the air quickly evaporated, turning into white smoke that rolled back and rushed into the sky, and then turned into raindrops falling down after a moment.

Jiang Han stood in the rain, with a flash of lightning in his eyes. He slowly turned his head and looked towards the dilapidated temple.

A slender figure in green clothes was half leaning against the door, her long black hair was casually tied up with a green jade hairpin, and the hem of her clothes fluttered in the wind.

She held a sword in her arms, lifted up the hair blown by the wind, tucked it behind her ears, and looked at Jiang Han with a squint.

"Are you Jiang Han?" There was a hint of boredom in his voice, as if today was particularly boring.

Three figures stepped out from all directions, two men and one woman, surrounding Jiang Han in the middle.

"You are indeed someone who can make Senior Sister Ding suffer. Your perception ability alone is enough to surpass that of ordinary geniuses."

The man on the left shook his head and smiled, "It's a pity that you met me today. It seems you are destined to perish here."