The goofy junior sister is the most eccentric person in the entire cultivation world.

All five people let out a bloodcurdling scream at the same time.

The power of their bloodline was forcibly extracted by a domineering force, transforming into five blood lines that burrowed into Wu Xuemei's body.

Their spiritual roots shattered inch by inch, turning into five-colored streams of light that rushed to enter Wu Xuemei's dantian.

Their magical power, cultivated over a hundred years, surged into Wu Xuemei's body like a flood bursting its banks.

"what!!"

The screams grew weaker and weaker, and the five people's bodies visibly shriveled up, turning into mummies.

However, Wu Xuemei's aura was surging wildly!

Peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm!

"Crack!"

As if an invisible barrier had been shattered, her aura suddenly leaped to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

"boom!!"

A violent aura exploded from her body, and surging demonic energy transformed into a ferocious blood dragon that circled three times in the air before plunging into Wu Xuemei's body.

"Hahaha! Late Nascent Soul stage! I've finally broken through!"

Wu Xuemei suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

Feeling the surging power within her body almost overflowing, she burst into wild laughter, a sharp and piercing sound. "Shen Rugo, you just wait! This sect competition will be your death day! I will devour your flesh and blood, suck your soul, and make you taste the most painful flavors in the world!"

She laughed maniacally, her face contorted, her black hair dancing wildly, her eyes bloodshot, her whole being bathed in dense demonic energy, like a demon crawling out of the deepest hell, exuding a chilling ferocity.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang in her mind:

"Watch out! Someone's coming! The aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator!"

It was the voice of the giant skeletal hand.

Wu Xuemei's expression changed drastically, the madness in her eyes vanished instantly, and with a flick of her wrist, a ball of pitch-black demonic fire appeared out of thin air, instantly enveloping the five desiccated corpses.

"Shoot..."

In the blink of an eye, the five mummified corpses turned into wisps of ashes, leaving not a trace.

After doing all this, Wu Xuemei cast a cleansing spell, then quickly sat down cross-legged, formed hand seals, and completely suppressed the demonic energy on her body, instead emitting a gentle and pure spiritual energy fluctuation, making her look no different from an ordinary disciple who was diligently cultivating.

At the same time, a figure appeared silently at the entrance of the secret realm.

The newcomer was a man who looked to be around thirty years old. He wore a spotless blue robe, had long black hair, and a handsome face. He was surrounded by a faint spiritual aura, and his temperament was otherworldly, as if he were a celestial being descended to earth.

But his eyes were as deep as an ancient, icy pool, and his gaze seemed to see through everything.

Ouyang Feihong, the youngest Supreme Elder of Lingxiao Pavilion and the undisputed number one genius in a thousand years!

His gaze swept across the secret realm, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had clearly sensed an evil aura emanating from this place, mixed with the auras of several other disciples, which was why he had come here specifically to investigate.

As far as the eye could see, only Wu Xuemei was cultivating here.

"Wu Xuemei?"

Ouyang Feihong slowly approached Wu Xuemei.

Wu Xuemei is now recognized as the number one genius in Lingxiao Pavilion, and almost everyone knows her.

As if startled, Wu Xuemei opened her eyes "at the opportune moment," and upon seeing the person who had arrived, she quickly stood up and bowed: "Disciple greets Grandmaster Ouyang."

"No gift."

Ouyang Feihong waved his hand, a seemingly casual gesture, yet an invisible pressure emanated from him.

His divine sense swept across every corner like mercury, penetrating every nook and cranny, leaving no stone unturned, not even the slightest abnormality in the mountains, rocks, grass, trees, soil, or sand.

He keenly sensed that something was amiss.

The air here is so clean.

It was excessively clean, as if it had been deliberately washed.

Moreover, although Wu Xuemei's aura was concealed extremely skillfully, a faint sense of incongruity could be detected from the gentle fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Ouyang Feihong's gaze fell on Wu Xuemei. "Has anyone been here just now?"

Wu Xuemei's heart tightened suddenly, but she took a deep breath and bowed her head respectfully, replying, "Grandmaster Uncle, I have been cultivating diligently here and have never seen anyone."

"is it?"

Ouyang Feihong slowly took a step forward, his gaze sharp as if trying to see through her. "But I can clearly feel the fluctuations of demonic energy here."

Wu Xuemei's heart sank to the bottom, and a chill ran through her head!

Just then, the voice of the skeletal hand rang out in his mind again.

"This person's bloodline is that of a supreme true dragon, and his spiritual root is a top-grade wind spiritual root that is extremely rare throughout the ages! It is hundreds of times better than those five pieces of trash combined! We must not let him go, we must devour him!"

Even without the giant skeletal hand's reminder, Wu Xuemei had already been drawn to Ouyang Feihong's aura. She could clearly feel the immense power of his bloodline and the pure, top-tier spiritual root within him, a power that held a fatal allure for her!

Ouyang Feihong! The number one genius of Lingxiao Pavilion in a thousand years! A peak Nascent Soul expert!

If I could devour him...

Wu Xuemei's heart began to pound uncontrollably, and a hint of madness flashed in her eyes.

But how to devour it?

Should we confront them head-on?

impossible!

Even with the help of the White Bone Hand, she could at most fight Ouyang Feihong to a draw. Once she made a move, it would inevitably alert the other Supreme Elders of Lingxiao Pavilion, and she would surely die!

Lie to him? How do I do that?

As Wu Xuemei was rapidly searching for a solution, Ouyang Feihong had already walked to within three zhang of her.

Ouyang Feihong's gaze grew colder and colder, and the scrutiny in his eyes gradually turned into certainty. He was almost certain that there was something wrong with the female disciple in front of him!

"Let me see your progress in cultivation."

He slowly reached out and was about to place his hand on Wu Xuemei's shoulder.

This exploration will inevitably expose us!

At the critical moment!

"Wow!"

Wu Xuemei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face turned deathly pale instantly. Her body swayed and she collapsed softly to the ground. Her breathing became erratic, and her spiritual energy fluctuations were erratic.

"Grandmaster Uncle..."

She weakly raised her head, her voice barely audible, filled with deep pain, "Disciple...disciple was too eager for quick results during cultivation and accidentally...accidentally suffered a qi deviation..."

Ouyang Feihong paused slightly as he extended his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Going crazy?

If that's the case, then the fluctuations in energy just now can be explained. When a cultivator suffers a qi deviation, their energy becomes chaotic and strange.

Moreover, Wu Xuemei did indeed appear to have suffered severe internal injuries.

Most of his doubts were dispelled, but he remained cautious and asked in a deep voice, "Do you need any help?"

"I beg my Grandmaster Uncle to help me regulate my true energy, otherwise, I fear..."

Wu Xuemei nodded with difficulty, her eyes welling up with tears, looking both pitiful and helpless.

After a moment of contemplation, Ouyang Feihong finally felt compassion.

Regardless of the circumstances, the other party is a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, and is currently Lingxiao Pavilion's number one genius.

Without further hesitation, he stepped forward and gently placed his palm on Wu Xuemei's back.

In an instant, a vast and powerful force, like a surging river, flowed into Wu Xuemei's body, trying to help her regulate her chaotic energy.

However, the moment this true essence entered Wu Xuemei's dantian, a sudden change occurred!

"Devouring Demon Art! Devour!"

Wu Xuemei suddenly opened her eyes, and there was no trace of weakness left in them, only intense greed and ferocity!

The Devouring Heaven Demon Art was instantly pushed to its limit, and a pitch-black vortex in the dantian began to spin wildly, unleashing a terrifying suction force!