The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

The flickering candlelight in the hall illuminated Fu Zhanxiong's stunned face. He felt a chill on his neck, and a long sword with a cold gleam was already pressed against his throat.

The cold touch made him tremble all over, and he was so frightened that he let go of the beauty in his arms.

He didn't notice anyone approaching him silently.

"Don't...don't be impulsive." Fu Zhanxiong's voice was trembling. He swallowed hard and shouted at the four guards: "You guys, stop it now!"

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment, and the cyclone that had just condensed dissipated in an instant.

Chu Ying and the others breathed a sigh of relief, they were saved...

They looked up and saw the young man's figure standing tall and straight in the candlelight. He stood there in a snow-white suit, tall and graceful, with an outstanding temperament. The long sword in his hand was firmly placed on Fu Zhanxiong's neck.

Chu Ying and Cen Yizi stared blankly at the man who directly raised the King's Sword, and were shocked.

It's senior brother!

It’s the awake senior brother!

It was the eldest senior brother who stood in front of them again, blocking their way!

Cen Yizhi looked at Yan Chuan and exclaimed: "Big Brother, why are you here?"

Yan Chuan's memory has not yet recovered, and he still feels uncomfortable when he hears the word "senior brother".

But I guess he is the Cen Yizi that Yingxue mentioned.

"I was worried about Yingxue, so I followed her secretly." Yan Chuan's voice was calm.

Jiang Yingxue frowned slightly: "How did you follow me? How come I didn't notice?"

"My cultivation is higher than yours. As long as I control my aura, you won't be able to detect me."

"Ah?" Jiang Yingxue was a little surprised. Wasn't his cultivation level sucked away? When Yan Chuan sensed his cultivation level that day, didn't he say that he was not in the Nascent Soul stage?

The hall fell into an eerie silence, with only the crackling of candlelight.

Fu Zhanxiong saw Jiang Yingxue coming this way and guessed that this man's level should be comparable to that of this woman.

Maybe he's not even in the Nascent Soul stage...

Fu Zhanxiong cursed in his heart, "Damn it!"

It was all my fault for being too impatient earlier, sending all four guards to deal with those traitors. Now, there was no one around who could fight, which gave this assassin, who was probably not even at the Nascent Soul stage, the opportunity to take advantage.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Fu Zhanxiong's forehead. He carefully avoided the sword, his eyes moving back and forth between Yan Chuan and Jiang Yingxue, and then he desperately winked at one of the guards.

The guard nodded, and just when Yan Chuan was about to respond to Jiang Yingxue, a spell flashed to Yan Chuan's side and knocked him away with a palm.

Jiang Yingxue was quick to act and immediately rushed forward to support the man. "Didn't I tell you to stay indoors? Is this what you meant by...a higher level of cultivation than mine?"

Yan Chuan felt a little aggrieved. He covered his chest and lowered his eyes slightly, his voice a little stubborn: "But my cultivation is indeed higher than yours. I'm already in the Void Refining Stage."

Jiang Yingxue suddenly felt that the senior brother had not only lost his memory, but also had some difficulty understanding his cultivation level. However, his eyes were still clear, without any trace of lying.

It's only been a few months, and he's already made a breakthrough from the Nascent Soul stage to the Void Refining stage. How is that possible? Could it be that he has the same curse as me?

"This young man lies without blinking an eye."

The guard beside the king sneered, the spiritual power in his hand not yet completely dissipated: "If you really have reached the Void Refining Stage," his voice was filled with a hint of sarcasm, "how could you be slapped away by a palm from me, a Yuanying Stage cultivator?"

"That's because I lost my memory."

Yan Chuan looked at Jiang Yingxue innocently: "I only remember the moves I learned in the mansion before, and I have no memory of the Xianyun Sect at all."

Since Yan Chuan had completely lost his memory of the Xianyun Sect, he probably couldn't remember any of his previous combat experiences, so he didn't know how to respond when faced with the palm strike from the guard just now.

Jiang Yingxue calmed herself down and asked again, "Are you really at the Void Refinement Stage? Is it really because you forgot how to attack that you don't know?"

Yan Chuan nodded.

"Well, if you trust me, then let me do your moves, mobilize your spiritual power, and follow my instructions." Jiang Yingxue held Yan Chuan's hand: "But you have to trust me completely. If you hesitate even a little, it will easily backfire on you."

"it is good."

The guard next to the throne was a little impatient: "What are you two whispering about?"

Jiang Yingxue smiled and said, "We're discussing how to beat you up."

"Just you?"

Just as the guard was about to taunt him again, Fu Zhanxiong, having recovered from his shock, adjusted his crown and pointed at them, gritting his teeth as he said, "You traitors, you actually want to kill the king! I originally thought I would only grant you death, but now, don't even think of saving your bodies!"

After saying that, he made a gesture and said, "You guys, go and kill all these people for me!"

As soon as the words fell, the four of them rushed towards them again.

"I'll protect them, you attack."

Jiang Yingxue took a deep breath. What she was most proud of was not anything else, but her memory. She had fought with Yan Chuan before, observed his fighting style, and remembered his moves and habits clearly.

"Gather the spiritual energy in your left foot and take off!" As soon as Jiang Yingxue finished speaking, Yan Chuan tapped his toes lightly.

Everyone saw a golden light suddenly rising, and he shot straight to the dome like an arrow, creating a three-meter-deep pit where he was standing. The four guards' combined attack was in vain.

Jiang Yingxue drew the Bagua formation diagram in the air with her fingertips.

"Water Spiritual Root, Three Steps to Zhen Position, Moon Embracing Style, Condensing Rain!"

Yan Chuan spun in the air, and countless water droplets condensed as his wide sleeves fluttered, shining silver in the moonlight.

The water droplets suddenly transformed into countless strands of ice crystal silver threads, wrapping around the guards' weapons as if they were solid. With a single "crack," their swords were forcibly broken, and the fragments fell like rain.

"Wood Spiritual Roots, Kan Position Loop, Vines!"

Yan Chuan stepped on the Bagua direction and took three steps back. Suddenly, hideous cracks appeared on the ground.

Several vines emerged from the ground, entwining themselves like snakes, tightly binding the four men. The sharp thorns on the vines pierced the guards' protective aura, oozing tiny drops of blood.

The four of them had no time to break free, and then they heard Jiang Yingxue say: "Fire Spiritual Root, leave the fire position, burn the sky!"

Golden lines suddenly appeared on Yan Chuan's forehead, and the originally cold spiritual power suddenly turned into red flames. The flames climbed on the vines and continued to climb towards the guards.

The guard screamed and fell from the fire vines.

"Right now, the spiritual power is suppressed."

Upon hearing this, Yan Chuan quickly formed seals, and a powerful spiritual energy attacked the four people like a tsunami. The four guards' protective energy was shattered one after another, and they were horrified to find that their Nascent Souls were actually starting to crack under the pressure.

Looking at the magnificent scene before him, Yan Chuan himself could hardly believe it.

The moves Jiang Yingxue described were clearly ones he was familiar with, but because of his positioning and his own cultivation, they were able to unleash such great power.

I saw four Nascent Soul cultivators collapsed on the ground, but Yan Chuan's clothes were fluttering, not stained by dust.