57: You can't see into someone's heart, just look at the experience points.

Jiang Yan found the appearance of a Third Realm evil spirit a bit unbelievable, but he didn't dwell on it; after all, it wasn't his responsibility.

However, he felt that what Li Yi had told him was likely just something Li Yi had made up.

After all, Li Yi's authority was just like his personality—completely unreliable!

In fact, Jiang Yan had guessed correctly; although those stories were Li Yi's own fabrications, they were based on Li Yi's personal experiences.

Furthermore, Li Yi had never actually encountered a Third Realm White Shadow Demon. It wasn't that Li Yi hadn't killed many, but rather that among a hundred thousand White Shadow Demons, not even one might advance; the probability was almost zero.

Jiang Yan looked at the White Shadow Demon's Spell with a face full of disdain. This Low-Grade Siphon was essentially no different from eating food to absorb nutrients, just with a Spell to make it seem more high-end.

Picking up the fist-sized white bean from the ground, Jiang Yan turned and walked back toward the farmhouse.

It was still early before the hour of the Rat; he might as well go back and sleep for a while.

When he deactivated the Talisman on the door, Fang Wanrou immediately grew panicked inside the room.

The moment she saw Jiang Yan appear, she immediately rushed toward him, hugging him and crying bitterly.

"Senior Brother Su..."

Fang Wanrou was very afraid of death. The explosions occurring outside and the tremors in the ground had caused her to curl into a ball.

Despite such terrifying explosions, she had managed to hold back her tears, but seeing Jiang Yan appear, she immediately broke down.

Jiang Yan felt quite awkward; he had nowhere to put his hands. He took a breath and could only gently pat Fang Wanrou's back.

"Junior Sister, it's alright now."

What he feared most was a woman crying, but what annoyed him most was also a woman crying.

If this were the modern city, at least he would know what the woman across from him was thinking, but in this bizarre world of cultivation, he truly couldn't figure it out.

Some say, 'If she is inexperienced, show her the world's prosperity; if she is world-weary, take her on a carousel.'

But in this world of cultivation, where could you even take her?

"Senior Brother Su, I, I want to..."

Before Fang Wanrou could finish her sentence, Jiang Yan gently pushed her away.

"Junior Sister Fang, if you think you can rely on me this way, then you are mistaken," Jiang Yan said in a flat tone. "It is unknown when you or I might die, and you should know the fate of slaves better than I do."

While Jiang Yan liked the idea of a gentle nest, he also knew to pick the right occasion.

Moreover, Fang Wanrou was not his type, and he didn't even have a favorable impression of her.

The reason he had brought Fang Wanrou out was because he had no choice; after all, for Disciples like them, the Sect did not allow them to go out alone.

As for what Fang Wanrou was planning, Jiang Yan didn't want to know. His current goal was to improve his strength so that he would eventually have the ability to leave the Blood Cloud Sect.

Woken up by his words, Fang Wanrou's cheeks flushed. She indeed had a slight thought just now, but it wasn't *that* kind of thought.

However, she did have a desire to find someone to rely on; unfortunately, that person was not the Jiang Yan standing before her.

"Senior Brother Su, I'm sorry," Fang Wanrou said apologetically.

"It's fine, it's only human nature." Jiang Yan sat down casually and then closed his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Yan close his eyes, Fang Wanrou hurried to ask him the questions in her heart.

"Senior Brother Su, what happened outside? Was it your doing?"

"No," Jiang Yan denied flatly. "There are five Qingyun Sect Disciples living in the west of the village. Their lowest cultivation is at the Sixth Level of Qi Refining, and the highest among them should be close to Foundation Establishment."

Hearing that there were such powerful experts to the west, Fang Wanrou instantly became flustered.

"You don't need to be afraid. We are Blood Cloud Sect Disciples; few people dare to provoke us," Jiang Yan said with his eyes closed.

"Senior Brother, if they..."

Jiang Yan interrupted, "There are no 'ifs.' As long as you don't provoke them, they won't even spare us a glance."

He was telling the truth; after all, he had already displayed a deterrent. If those five really dared to cause him trouble, he wouldn't mind sending them to report to the other world—and as for Fang Wanrou, he'd send her along too.

At worst, after returning to the Sect, he would be questioned by an Elder about some details.

Fang Wanrou stopped asking questions and simply leaned against the corner, watching Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan gave her a feeling of great strength, even giving her a sense of illusion.

If Jiang Yan knew Fang Wanrou's thoughts at this moment, he would certainly be shocked, because right now, Fang Wanrou was constantly thinking of another man's silhouette.

While Fang Wanrou was lost in her thoughts, she vaguely heard snoring.

"He's asleep?"

Fang Wanrou's expression was one of shock as she stared at Jiang Yan in disbelief.

She now felt that the man before her had no sense of danger; his level of vigilance was simply too low.

Little did she know that in Jiang Yan's eyes, her thoughts didn't count as a threat at all.

If anything could make Jiang Yan feel threatened, he wouldn't sleep all night and would have multiple ways to escape; this was a lesson Li Yi had specifically taught him.

During those three days in the Secret Realm, he hadn't slept at all, constantly on guard against approaching danger.

The moment he dared to close his eyes, death would descend in the next instant.

As time passed bit by bit, Jiang Yan suddenly snapped his eyes open.

"Is it coming?"

"Huh?" Fang Wanrou was dazed. "Senior Brother Su, what is coming?"

Jiang Yan did not respond to her but instead warned, "Remember, don't make a sound. Just stay in the room honestly!"

Hearing Jiang Yan's words, Fang Wanrou immediately understood and hurried to curl herself up.

Jiang Yan walked out of the house, his fingers forming a seal as the Talisman on the window was activated once more.

The night wind wailed as Second Realm Vengeful Spirits wandered outside the small courtyard like pale mist, letting out bursts of shrill wails.

Their illusory bodies sometimes condensed into human forms and sometimes scattered into green smoke. Their withered ghost claws constantly tested the golden light flickering from the Talismans on the courtyard walls, yet they could never break through this barrier.

A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Yan's mouth. With a flip of his left hand, a stack of soul suppressing talismans instantly landed in his palm.

He tapped his toes lightly on the ground, his figure soaring into the air. As his sleeves fluttered, dozens of Talismans already surrounded his body, spinning like a high-frequency washing machine.

"Suppress!"

A low shout fell.

The outermost Talisman suddenly shot out, accurately hitting a peeking Vengeful Spirit.

The moment the Talisman touched the ethereal body, a gold-red light spread like a living thing, firmly binding the Vengeful Spirit.

With a muffled "bang," the Vengeful Spirit transformed into bits of phosphorus fire and dissipated into the night sky.

[Vengeful Spirit suppressed. Gained Experience: 5000, lifespan: 315 years]

[Current Experience: 71.65%]

[Plundered Vengeful Spirit dao intent: 0.1]

[Suppress Evil LV2 (312/1000)]

Seeing the notification box pop up, Jiang Yan was extremely happy.

'This is the rhythm of grinding experience!'

In high spirits, Jiang Yan pointed his sword fingers repeatedly, and more than ten streaks of Talisman light shot out.

With every flash of golden light, a Vengeful Spirit would let out a piercing shriek and vanish into ashes within the Talisman fire. The green smoke from the burning Talismans wove into a net under the night sky, as if reflecting the joy in Jiang Yan's heart.

While Jiang Yan was clearing the dozens of Vengeful Spirits before him, two of them quietly approached him. Just as they extended their sharp claws to touch him, the Talismans surrounding Jiang Yan suddenly erupted with a blinding golden light, like stars igniting!

Before the claws of the two ambushing spirits could even touch his clothes, they were repelled by the defense of the soul suppressing talismans. Immediately after, those two soul suppressing talismans seemed to grow eyes and flew directly toward the two spirits.

When the soul suppressing talismans landed on their illusory bodies, charred web-like cracks immediately spread across them.

Without even turning his head, Jiang Yan swiped his right sword finger through the air, and the two spirits behind him instantly turned into countless starlight.

By now, dozens of black stone fragments had piled up around the courtyard—the remains of the suppressed Vengeful Spirits.

While Jiang Yan was killing with excitement, the west side of the deserted village was in total chaos.

At this moment, Su Litian and the others were truly panicking. If not for the defensive protection of the soul suppressing talismans, these four would likely have been killed by the Vengeful Spirits long ago.

They never expected that the Spells they cast would only be like scratching an itch for the spirits. Even their most masculine and yang Martial Skills would only cause the spirits to dissipate temporarily, only for them to reappear moments later.

"Senior Brother, what do we do?" Zhang Fenghua asked anxiously.

Su Litian glanced at the pitch-black house and said in a heavy voice, "We can't stay in the house anymore. Let's go to the east of the village to seek help. Didn't that Blood Cloud Sect Disciple say to find him if something happened? Now is the perfect time to ask for his help."

Hearing that they were to ask a Blood Cloud Sect Disciple for help, Yang Yuhong and the others were shocked. However, there was no other way now, so they decided to gamble on their luck.

If their luck was good and the other party was willing to help, that would be the best outcome. If the other party couldn't even save himself, then they would at least have company as they went down to the Yellow Springs together.