Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Half of those who came to besiege Zhu Wuyao have already perished, their corpses strewn across the ground in front of the mountain gate. Even those whose lifespans have not yet run out are feeling somewhat powerless.

The way people looked at her now carried a mixture of hatred and genuine fear.

The Nascent Soul cultivator behind them initially didn't take Zhu Wuyao seriously.

However, he was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Even without the protection of the "Ice Coffin Sacred Domain," and with everyone's cultivation level returning to what it was a decade or so ago, the Queshan Clan, facing a young junior, should be able to kill her even at the cost of sacrificing a few of their own.

Not only was this person's swordsmanship strange, but his cauldron-shaped magical artifact also exuded a hint of the pressure of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

It can control multiple Golden Core stage cultivators in an instant.

And that seemingly harmless sword shadow could actually cause a person's lifespan to immediately cease after leaving the Ice Coffin Sacred Domain!

One wrong move, and half the cultivators perished.

What's even more worrying is—

No one knows what trump card this person has that makes him dare to fight an entire sect all by himself!

Therefore, the Nascent Soul stage cultivators behind it dared not easily show themselves.

She stood in the air, clad in black and wielding a broadsword. The sound of drums, so powerful and stirring, seemed to echo the deaths of a dozen or so people, but instead fueled the fighting spirit of the crowd.

Zhu Wuyao's divine sense swept across the surrounding area.

The location of the ice coffin was not detected.

Her divine sense was already superior to that of ordinary cultivators, yet she couldn't even find anything nearby. In other words, the Nascent Soul cultivator behind her was in the same place as Ji Yuezhang.

The Queshan clan must not be careless in this battle.

To lure that Nascent Soul cultivator out, it must be an opportunity that can strike decisively and kill me.

The fact that the journey was shrouded in fog, making it difficult to discern directions, indicates that...

Just as Zhu Wuyao's mind was racing, a slightly familiar voice suddenly reached his ears—

"Fellow Daoist! Could you please spare the lives of our Queshan Clan?!"

His gaze fell.

It was the woman who led the lion dance troupe back then, but she no longer had the dashing appearance of wielding drumsticks. Instead, her gaze was earnest, and her eyes held a hint of sorrow.

Zhu Wuyao asked:

"Could you spare the life of my old friend?"

Now that things have come to this, doesn't it seem ridiculous to ask this question again?

After using the "Love Affair" method to find someone, she encountered Sister Mu's lion dance troupe, and was later reminded by Ye Xiaozhou—

"These people are transporting ordinary river water from Nanli City."

There was clearly something amiss, yet Zhu Wuyao missed the opportunity.

"South of the city moat..."

"A person with a chaotic destiny can continuously transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through the loopholes in the world. She maintains the instinct to quell the floods before she fell asleep and continuously releases the transformed spiritual energy outward."

"She will become quiet after being away from the water source for too long."

"And you... know that she is the Osmanthus Fairy, and in order to use her to transform and absorb the purest spiritual power, you have been constantly transporting the most effective water from the Nanli City River, so that she believes in her slumber that... the floods have not yet subsided...!"

"You all deserve to die."

A hint of shame flashed in Sister Mu's eyes as she stood below.

But it was immediately overwhelmed by hatred.

Taking advantage of Zhu Wuyao's emotional fluctuation, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and the fireworks that Ye Xiaozhou had gifted her that day reappeared in the sky.

Zhu Wuyao seemed to be in a daze for a moment.

The scene before me was filled with dazzling, vibrant colors that shimmered brilliantly in the silent night sky, captivating my soul.

"Ah, please!"

As the fireworks faded, she turned around and saw Ji Yuezhang, dressed in a white dress, waving and smiling at her, carrying two portions of osmanthus cakes.

However, she didn't notice that the moment she turned around, a tall and majestic black lion stood behind her, its murderous intent fully revealed, as if it wanted to devour someone, like a ferocious god in the world.

The black lion was surrounded by black energy, exuding a menacing aura.

Looking down at the little cultivator in front of him, who had turned his back and was gazing at his old friend from afar.

Like a stone sculpture, it slowly raised its giant hand.

"Boom!"

As the drumbeat subsided, the black lion slammed down its giant paw, carrying the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, like a lion hunting a rabbit, giving its prey no chance of survival.

Even though Zhu Wuyao suddenly came to his senses at this critical moment, he was still slapped down by the giant hand.

He crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

The giant hand did not stop, and continued to sink with what seemed to carry immense force.

Zhu Wuyao's protective spiritual shield shattered, and he was firmly locked by the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator. His bones were broken, and he was completely unable to move.

Yet, facing the immense pressure, it raised its head and looked up at the only crystal-clear white thing above the black lion.

The ice coffin was hovering above the black lion's head.

The Nascent Soul stage cultivator finally showed up!

A flicker of surprise flashed in Zhu Wuyao's eyes. Just before the black lion's murderous palm strike landed, he completed the final stroke of the hand seal he had been holding—

"Stealing the sky and changing the sun!"

When a cultivator who survived by stealing life appears before Zhu Wuyao, he will be utterly vulnerable!

The Dharma Seal was introduced.

The connection between the Nascent Soul cultivator and Ji Yuezhang was instantly severed!

Since it is a place of chaotic fate, it is the territory of divination practitioners.

Let alone Zhu Wuyao being here, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator, as long as they have learned the art of stealing the sky and changing the sun, could cut off the life force of this Nascent Soul cultivator who is still alive!

The real challenge is simply getting him to appear before your eyes.

The giant black lion shadow vanished with a roar.

The overwhelming pressure that had been pressing down on them dissipated at the same time.

Zhu Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief, his arms hanging down at his sides. Then, in the deep pit, he found the Wufeng Sword and slowly used it to prop himself up.

She walked forward step by step.

They arrived at the side of the sleeping Ji Yuezhang.

Blood continued to drip from her black sleeves down her arm, so she stopped touching the ice coffin.

The angry shouts of the Queshan clan cultivators reached my ears:

"Clan leader!"

"I am at odds with you!"

"Take your life!"

……

There are still many cultivators from the Queshan clan who are capable of fighting.

Zhu Wuyao was seriously injured in order to lure out the Nascent Soul stage cultivator behind the scenes; but correspondingly, the Queshan clan no longer had a Nascent Soul stage cultivator to protect them.

She stood guard around the ice coffin.

The opponents they would face were not cultivators at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stages. When the crowd charged with their swords and approached the ice coffin, they would step into the area covered by the ice coffin, and their cultivation would rise to its peak.

If Zhu Wuyao remains calm enough—

She should be far enough away from the ice coffin.

Moreover, having eliminated the most powerful member of the Queshan clan, if they temporarily escape to summon reinforcements, or recover from their injuries and return to fight, their chances of victory would increase considerably.

Otherwise, even if she escaped with the ice coffin, she would not be able to escape the encirclement of many cultivators of the same realm.

But she wasn't calm enough.

Using the "disorderly fate" obtained through the theft of the heavens and the earth as a trigger, the Heavenly Observation Technique was activated, and the consumed spiritual power was replenished. She gripped the sword tightly again.

This is a real sword.

The sword tip, which had been accidentally severed during the forging process, was now finally whole again as Zhu Wuyao's murderous intent grew and his killing spirit surged.

It carries the murderous intent and rage of the swordsman.

Standing with Zhu Wuyao before the ice coffin, they confronted the enemy, refusing to yield an inch.

At the top of the Star-Picking Tower, Sect Leader Fang gazed southwards and sighed as if he had foreseen this:

"The shackles have been broken."