The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

Upon seeing what was inside, Zhao Feilan's confidence soared.

"Use this mid-grade spirit stone to recover. You don't need to help me out. I can handle it. Just take good care of Lao San and make sure nothing happens to him."

Qingshan stood there, stunned. How many good things did this Miss Han have? Even our Fuguang Mountain doesn't have many mid-grade spirit stones.

Zhao Feilan, holding something in his hand, rushed out.

Yan Qingping was no longer lucid at this moment, and all his descendants were old and frail, lying haphazardly in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Yan Qingping had disheveled hair and white beard, but the deep lines on his face had disappeared.

Even the gray hair is gradually turning black.

Zhao Feilan has been away from the immortal mountain for nearly ten years. During these ten years, he has been traveling around, looking for places with spiritual energy.

All places combined are not as good as this.

As for the Pinglian Mountains, he had never been there, so he excluded them.

His adopted daughter really showed him the right path.

However, Yan Qingping's situation is somewhat difficult to resolve.

Before Zhao Feilan and Qingshan arrived, they thought that since the clan leader had been injured, it would be easy for him to move them out of the area.

However, after Yan Qingping realized their intentions, he tried to fight to the death.

This area was once the territory of the Yan clan, and it was once very prosperous.

The various buildings inside are all testaments to the Yan family.

Except for some of the courtyards which were newly built, the others all show signs of age.

Especially the place where the younger generation of the Yan clan could spar, apart from the dilapidated formation, the buildings were all intact.

As for the former spirit fields, over time, due to lack of maintenance, their spiritual energy dissipated and they have turned into ordinary fertile fields.

What's most intriguing is that this Xiajing'ao doesn't exist in the county annals, nor is it described on current maps. It seems to be from a completely different time and space than Konoha.

If this place is managed well in the future, it can regain its former glory.

However, all of this takes time and effort.

Zhao Feilan was already considering the feasibility of this place and regarded it as his own territory.

He still has 150 years of life left. As long as he breaks through his cultivation level, his future children will have a place to live.

However, this is Yan's territory after all, so the eldest son should take the surname Yan.

Back in the immortal mountain, my elders said more than once that in the past, strength was the only thing that mattered in the cultivation world.

If my nephew Yan Zhicheng wants to live here, that's fine too. Anyway, the place is big, and his cousins ​​can take it over and continue to renovate it. Future generations can also enjoy the blessings of their ancestors.

With the support Han Cuiyin provided, Zhao Feilan's thoughts wandered for a moment.

Yan Qingping's eyes were completely filled with black; his pupils had long lost their former color, and black mist swirled around him, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

"Go to hell! An outsider, trying to seize our Yan family's territory. Thousands of years ago, our lineage took it from the main branch and drove them out of here. They only dared to hide in the Pinglian Mountains. If it weren't for my pity for them, they wouldn't have a place to settle here. You, a son-in-law of the Yan family, dare to dream of..."

To steal someone else's place? That's a pipe dream!

Zhao Feilan sneered, "Dreaming? Your branch is the ancestor of usurping others' nests, and you still have the nerve to laugh at others?"

He pointed to the people lying on the ground, "See? That's what will happen to you!"

The direct line of the Yan family has been passed down through a single heir for generations, all thanks to methods used by Yan Qingping's ancestors.

"Your lineage has always liked to deceive the direct descendants, and in your generation, you've gone to even greater lengths. My father-in-law and Yan Dali were tricked by you into supporting all the Yan clan members. After my father-in-law died, Yan Dali was even more difficult to control."

"You foresaw that something was amiss with Cuiyin and had the Yan family torment her. But what you didn't know was that the Yan family didn't secretly listen to you, and Cuiyin grew up peacefully."

"If it's inconvenient for her to take action, then I, as her father, will do it."

Zhao Feilan threw out the array plate in his hand, which steadily covered Yan Qingping.

With the black energy shut out and deprived of its nourishment, Yan Qingping's face became covered with deep wrinkles.

After breaking free from control, the wooden fish swept away the remaining black energy and quickly disappeared.

Xiajing'ao has regained its former beauty and tranquility.

Zhao Feilan had time to examine his surroundings and became even more certain that this place was not in Konoha territory, which explained why no one else had noticed anything amiss.

However, the formation here still needs further adjustments; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

This trapping formation perfectly enveloped Yan Qingping, leaving him vulnerable without external support.

Zhao Feilan sat aside cultivating, occasionally striking Yan Qingping, repeating this until they came looking for him from the other side of Qingshan.

"Senior, why not give him a quick death and let his whole family go together? We also need to pack up here so we can bring Madam over later."

Before Qingshan could finish speaking, Zhao Feilan used the formation to eliminate Yan Qingping, and then used fire to dispose of Yan Qingping's descendants who were now lifeless.

Aoyama could only admire such a swift and decisive approach.

"Where is Miss Han's wooden fish? It was a great help today. I wonder if absorbing that black energy will have any effect?" Qingshan looked around but couldn't find any trace of the wooden fish, and was a little worried.

"Don't worry about it. It's intelligent and harmless. It should have returned to Cuiyin's side. As for the Yan clan, they shouldn't cause any trouble after this incident. Don't let anyone related to Yan Qingping go. Seal their spiritual power, cripple their martial arts, and send them to work in the mines. Ignore the rest of them; they can't cause any trouble."

After Zhao Feilan made the arrangements, Qingshan followed them.

On the other side, Han Cuiyin was still walking.

The fourth prince was already exhausted, and he leaned on Yang Yuxiao's right shoulder for support. "Blackie, how much longer? Have you found a way to break this?"

He was saying whatever came to mind, completely unaware that Luo Jingqian was staring at him intently for a long time.

Yan Ruyi witnessed the whole thing and became even more convinced that Marquis Jingyun was in love with her cousin.

Han Cuiyin ignored him and just looked at Luo Jingqian, saying, "Let's go back to the sacrificial altar."

Upon hearing the words "sacrificial altar," the Fourth Prince shuddered and became instantly alert. "Why go back there? We've walked for so long, are we really going to walk back?"

"You suspect those people have been captured again?" Luo Jingqian asked. "Without it, can we break the formation?"

"I'll be back soon, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to put myself in such danger."

The two seemed to be speaking in riddles, while the other three looked puzzled.

Seeing that she understood, Luo Jingqian remained silent.

Han Cuiyin took out another stone bead and instructed, "Stay close to me and don't stray too far."

They crushed the stone bead, and the group of five appeared outside the sacrificial altar formation.

"Is it too late for me to take back what I just said?" the Fourth Prince muttered to himself.

Luo Jingqian glanced at him indifferently, "Pay attention in the future. Did you see those people on the platform? The rest of them have disappeared."

The fourth prince shivered and slapped himself, saying, "You'd better know better than to have such a foul mouth."

Han Cuiyin held the yellow ball in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, and transmitted her voice, "You said the person behind it all is Yan Qingping? His methods?"

Just as she was asking her question, two more people disappeared from the sacrificial altar.