Only three seconds? He's already the Lord of All Realms, so it doesn't matter.

The Holy Ancestor? Never heard of him.

Ye Xuan could roughly guess that the Holy Sect mentioned by that person was the lineage corresponding to the Short-Body Realm King, but he wasn't interested.

I've never actually heard of the Holy Sect's reputation; I only know that the young man in front of me is at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and that's enough for me.

"So you are a disciple of the Holy Sect. As you said, fellow Daoist... then I will give you this earth dragon today."

After saying that, Ye Xuan landed on the hilltop and sat down to watch the fight between the human and the beastman again.

Seeing that this person was sensible enough, the Holy Sect disciple turned his attention back to the earth dragon, seemingly not worried at all that others would reap the benefits.

However, just as the two were talking, the crawling earth dragon suddenly launched an attack. Its bronze body suddenly contracted and sprang forward, crashing into the Holy Sect disciple like an arrow released from a bow.

The young man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out a yellow jade shield from his pocket and held it in front of him.

"boom!"

The dragon's head collided with the shield, producing a dull, resounding crash. The jade shield shattered instantly, and the young man was sent flying backward by the force, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

The earth dragon, having gained the upper hand, writhed and swam with its massive body, then opened its enormous jaws to bite at the youth!

In desperation, the disciple of the Holy Sect pulled out another piece of yellow paper from his pocket, which was almost identical to the talisman from before.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the talisman. The purple talisman suddenly burst into flames, transforming into a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, tearing through the sky and striking the dragon's head.

The lightning bolt was extremely fast, and the earth dragon couldn't dodge it in time, so it was struck squarely.

"roar--"

A mournful roar instantly echoed across the wasteland. Lightning crackled across the earth dragon's bronze scales, turning them charred black, and its body trembled violently.

"There's quite a lot of stuff."

Standing atop the mountain, Ye Xuan watched as the young man squandered one impressive magical artifact after another, and he couldn't help but consider making his own move.

Upon seeing this, the young man's heart sank. Although the lightning-summoning talisman was powerful, it was not enough to kill him in one blow.

His spiritual energy was mostly depleted, and his vital essence was exhausted. His face was as pale as paper. If he continued to fight, he would only be defeated...

At this moment, the earth dragon slowly raised its head. Although its head was charred black, its aura became even more violent. It no longer spewed out turbid air, but instead opened its huge mouth and sucked all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it into its belly.

At this moment, it was clear that the earth dragon's abdomen was swollen, and the next second, a tremendous force of energy was released!

The Holy Sect disciple conjured another shield from somewhere and held it in front of him, but this time it was shattered and rendered useless.

The residual force of the earth dragon's attack slammed into his chest, the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and the young man coughed up a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.

His aura rapidly weakened, and it was clear that he had no strength left to fight. However, the earth dragon slowly approached, dragging its injured body, its vertical pupils filled with killing intent.

"Ugh."

Just as the earth dragon's giant mouth was about to bite down, a streak of blue-white light suddenly flew over and blocked the Holy Sect disciple's path.

Ye Xuan concealed the disappointment in his eyes, raised his right hand, and emanated two streams of energy, green and white, from his palm, transforming into a rotating Tai Chi diagram in front of him.

On the other hand, the earth dragon, enraged at the sight of someone blocking its way, spat out another beam of earthy yellow light, regardless of who it was.

However, when the beam of light entered the picture, it was easily neutralized by the yin and yang energies of blue and white, like a mud ox entering the sea, without even causing a ripple.

The earth dragon was taken aback, a look of doubt flashing in its vertical pupils. Although it had never seen such a method before, its ferocity had already been aroused. It still swung its body, and its bronze-colored giant tail swept across with its aura, bringing with it a whistling wind.

Ye Xuan simply pointed his left hand out like a sword, and a white light flashed from his fingertips, silently piercing through the earth dragon's scale armor and disappearing deep into its skull.

The earth dragon that was rushing forward suddenly froze, its body trembling violently. The ferocity in its vertical pupils quickly turned into confusion, and then gradually dimmed.

A few breaths later, it let out a low, mournful cry, then collapsed to the ground, its life extinguished...

Ye Xuan stopped and turned to look at the dying Holy Sect disciple.

The young man struggled to prop himself up, his face a mixture of shock and fear. He had never imagined that the person in front of him would be so terrifyingly strong!

"Who...who exactly are you? This earth dragon belongs to my Holy Sect."

"The Holy Sect?"

Ye Xuan raised his hand to interrupt him, and at the same time, a white light emanated from his fingertips, which slowly disappeared into his forehead under the watchful eyes of this Holy Sect disciple.

In his eyes, all he could see was a young man in front of him, with a shadowy figure swaying behind him, appearing and disappearing, in the shape of a willow tree.

Wait! Willow tree?

The Holy Sect disciple suddenly realized something, "You're the one who caused chaos in the Short-Lived Realm..."

But before he could finish speaking, the white light that had just entered his body happened to fall into his dantian at that moment and gradually sprouted.

A vibrant green willow sapling burst open from the young man's chest and grew strong from his flesh and blood.

Only after the Holy Sect disciple's eyes had lost all their light did Ye Xuan speak:

"Now that you know, I can't keep you around spreading rumors."

Looking at the gradually drying corpse in front of him, Ye Xuan learned from the corpse that he had been noticed by the Holy Sect.

Having absorbed all the life force that Liu Miao had drawn, Ye Xuan also gained most of the Holy Sect disciple's memories from his previous life, including everything he knew about the sect.

Zhao Wu, a fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, is a registered outer disciple of the Holy Sect. He lives a quiet life, rarely interacting with others, and mainly handles miscellaneous tasks and "cultivation" for the sect...

After noting down some important information, Ye Xuan refocused his attention on the outside world. He found a token symbolizing Zhao Wu's identity and the only remaining talisman on his body, and also removed the willow sapling from Zhao Wu's chest.

"Can this thing travel ten thousand miles a day?"

Just as Ye Xuan was carefully examining the talisman in his hand, his perception, which had been spreading outwards, showed signs of change.

He immediately used his Taoist robe to completely conceal his aura and then hid in the shadows.

"Earth dragon? Zhao Wu?!"

A streak of crimson light streaked across the sky and landed between the man and the beast. When the dust settled, it was Zhao Wu's companion who had witnessed the commotion.

He had barely landed when he witnessed this horrific scene: "They've all perished together..."

The fat man muttered to himself, not bothering to check on Zhao Wu's condition first. He immediately ran to the massive body of the earth dragon.

Seeing that the dragon's head was charred black and still faintly remnants of purple lightning magic, he became even more certain of his guess and a thought began to form in his mind.

He glanced at the tragically dead Zhao Wu beside him, then stopped looking at his fellow disciple and began to swiftly search the earth dragon for valuable parts.

"Scales, flesh... and more!"

He was filled with excitement, because this earth dragon was a treasure trove from head to toe. Its solid scales could be used to make magical artifacts, and its flesh and blood were rare delicacies. Even if he were to keep just a little bit for himself, it would be a considerable gain.

He took out a storage bag from his pocket, injected spiritual power to drive it, and the huge earth dragon was instantly absorbed into the bag as a wisp of light appeared, leaving only a pool of blood behind.

"Oh brother, when I return to the sect, I will report your death and try to give you a good reputation."

Afterwards, while I'm in the sect, I will definitely continue to cultivate diligently for you!

The fat man feigned composure, but in his heart he was thinking of taking all the credit when he got back. Before leaving, he stomped hard on Zhao Wu's bulging chest, venting all the frustration he had felt from being scolded all the way.

As he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Wu should still have a travel talisman left, so he turned back.

But he found nothing on Zhao Wu. "Strange..."

The more the fat man searched, the more uneasy he felt, until he discovered that Zhao Wu's token was also missing.

"How can you be so selfish, fellow Daoist?"