Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

The rest of the Ye family nodded in unison, their faces solemn.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at her father, He Ruonan. The two exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly, everything understood without words.

The two followed the crowd and rushed into the cave without hesitation. The rest of the Ye family were not in a hurry and dispersed one by one, each entering the cave.

After a moment of dizziness, Ye Zhenzhen and He Ruonan appeared on the flat ground in front of the hillside.

Many people appeared here one by one.

Directly in front of the cave entrance, many disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were guarding the area.

Strangely, these people didn't make any move towards the people who came out, as if they really had come to pick up their sect's disciples.

With so many people, the situation is not good!

As more and more people gathered, many realized they had come out safely and were no longer in a hurry, so they started chatting with people they knew.

Some people couldn't wait to leave, but as they left, someone quietly followed them.

But those who have just left the secret realm know absolutely nothing about these things.

Seeing this, Heronan pulled her daughter and slowly moved towards the edge of the hillside.

I don't want to attract anyone's attention.

Just then, the scene became chaotic, and He Ruonan and Ye Zhenzhen easily reached the edge.

While no one was paying attention, the two quickly took out an invisibility talisman and stuck it on themselves.

The two figures vanished instantly. Ye Zhenzhen grabbed her father He Ruonan's arm and flew away quickly into the air.

Regardless of which direction you're heading, being able to leave safely is a stroke of luck.

After flying for half an hour, Ye Zhenzhen led He Ruonan to a mountain forest and stopped.

Heronan released his divine sense and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

Only after confirming her safety did he inquire about his daughter's condition, asking, "Zhen'er, how are you?"

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, "It's nothing."

Ye Zhenzhen released her divine sense to carefully observe the direction they came from, to see if anyone was following them.

Only after confirming that there was nothing wrong did the two feel relieved.

Ye Zhenzhen took out the array plate, found a secluded spot, and set up the teleportation array.

The two stood on it, placed the spirit stones, and activated the formation.

The array's light barrier lit up, and the two disappeared instantly.

In the instant of the flash, a person suddenly appeared not far above where the two were.

He witnessed the formation being activated and immediately moved to its location.

Anxious, he carefully searched for traces of the formation Ye Zhenzhen had set up.

Oh no, I didn't complete the mission. I'm probably going to be punished when I get back.

That's right, this person is the disciple sent by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to kill all the rogue cultivators who came out.

They would not let any rogue cultivator who left go.

Disciples who come out of the secret realm and want to leave will not be stopped by the Myriad Swords Sect, but they will be intercepted and killed by their disciples.

That way, you get both substance and appearance.

The Myriad Swords Sect has always done this, which not only enriches the storage bags of its disciples and weakens the strength of rogue cultivators, but also earns the sect a good reputation, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.

However, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect probably didn't expect that the number of rogue cultivators who came out this time would be about five times that of the past.

Only 3% of the original number of disciples returned from the sect. I wonder if they are satisfied with this result?

These were not things Ye Zhenzhen should be thinking about at this moment. Right now, the two of them had been teleported to a room that had been prepared in advance.

As soon as He Ruonan went out, he immediately and cautiously checked the situation in the courtyard.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't sit idle either; she immediately took action to collect the teleportation array flags in the room, erasing any traces of the array that had been set up.

Only after everything was taken care of did I leave the room.

Heronan was casting a cleaning spell, sweeping away the dust in the yard.

This is a small courtyard house with only three rooms and a well.

With their combined efforts, the yard was quickly transformed.

He Ruonan looked at his daughter, whose complexion was a little pale, and said, "Zhen'er, go and rest. Father will take care of things."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded. She had been under a lot of stress lately and was indeed a little tired.

He returned to the bed in the right wing and lay down to sleep.

He Ruonan felt a pang of heartache when she realized her daughter had fallen asleep as soon as she lay down.

I am still too weak to protect my daughter, which is why she has to work so hard.

With this in mind, He Ruonan returned to the left wing, sat down to meditate and absorb spiritual energy, and worked hard to hone her foundation so that she could establish her foundation in one fell swoop next time.

The two left smoothly, but Ye Shilan's situation was not so good.

He had just stepped outside when he saw the Wan Jian Sect elder waiting in front of him with an extremely ugly expression, as if he wanted to devour someone.

His heart skipped a beat. Oh no, there must be so many rogue cultivators out here. These elders must have guessed something.

The situation is bad, let's get out of here.

Ye Shilan calmly walked towards the edge, intending to leave when the crowd was distracted.

Just then, an elder from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect spoke.

Right now, while everyone's attention was drawn to the voice of the Wan Jian Sect elder, Ye Shilan quietly left the crowd.

Apply an invisibility talisman and escape quickly.

After flying for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ye Shilan noticed that someone was following him.

Upon using his divine sense, he confirmed that there was indeed someone there.

The man was dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and his cultivation was at the late Foundation Establishment stage. He was holding a flying sword that was entirely fiery red, and he looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

Ye Shilan couldn't help but want to curse. It looked like a sword cultivator. There was no doubt that he couldn't beat him!

Ye Shilan increased his flying speed, and the person following him also increased his speed.

The two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Ye Shilan only discovered this situation after drinking another cup of tea.

He knew in his heart that this person was probably deliberately toying with him, even though he could have easily caught up with him and killed him.

But he wasn't in a hurry. He kept stalling until his spiritual energy was depleted, and then he probably wouldn't even need to lift a finger.

Once Ye Shilan understood the situation, he stopped in mid-air and waited for the person to arrive.

He quickly took out a pill and held it in his palm.

The newcomer looked at Ye Shilan with a mocking expression, saying nothing, but his words were full of sarcasm.

Ye Shilan waited until the person was a certain distance away, then cupped his hands in greeting, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask what brings you to follow me?"

The newcomer had a relaxed expression on his face. "I wasn't chasing you. I just happened to be traveling the same way as you."

Do you believe me if I tell you this?

While thinking this to himself, Ye Shilan still wore a smile on his face. "Then I'll step aside and let you go first, fellow Daoist?"

The newcomer seemed a little impatient. "Old man, it seems you know what I do for a living. So why are you wasting so much breath?"

Ye Shilan looked at the newcomer and thought, "He's still young and impatient!"

The newcomer was furious to see that Ye Shilan didn't even flinch, and immediately slashed at Ye Shilan with his sword.

Just as he was using his spiritual power, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.