133: Chapter 132 Bringing Jiang Yueling Back

At this moment, those three Late Golden Core Stage devil cultivators who had not appeared until now suddenly killed their way out from the shadows.

It turned out they had never gone to the Danding Sect at all.

From the very beginning, they had been lying in ambush nearby.

Five were attacking the mountain gate at the front, one was responsible for infiltrating, and the task of those three was to guard the outside to prevent anyone from going out to report the news.

They had also familiarized themselves with the surrounding terrain perfectly.

When Jiang Yueling ran out of the Qingxuan Sect, they had spotted her.

A little girl at the Early Golden Core Stage, carrying so many Magic Treasures on her, was simply a walking treasure vault.

But they did not act immediately—the girl was burning her essence blood to escape, and her speed was too fast; chasing her directly would require too much effort.

It would be better to wait until her essence blood was exhausted and she fell on her own, then take her away easily.

But they did not expect Yun Ming to suddenly appear halfway.

This brat had escaped from their hands once before, and even caused a Late Golden Core Stage cultivator to lose their life.

They had always remembered this debt.

Now this brat had appeared again, and was even carrying the person they wanted to capture.

The three devil cultivators exchanged a glance, no longer hiding, and rushed out from the shadows simultaneously, killing their way straight toward Yun Ming and Jiang Yueling!

The three auras of the Late Golden Core Stage pressed down like three great mountains!

Yun Ming's pupils shrank sharply.

Three Late Golden Core Stage cultivators!

His attention had been entirely on Jiang Yueling just now, and he hadn't noticed that there were people hiding nearby at all.

This was bad!

Without a word, he tucked the semi-conscious Jiang Yueling under his arm and activated the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record with all his might!

His entire person, along with Jiang Yueling's aura, vanished instantly and completely, as if they had never existed.

Then he changed direction and sprinted toward the Qingxuan Sect!

Three attacks landed almost simultaneously at the spot where he had just been standing, blasting out three large craters.

Amidst the swirling dust, the three devil cultivators rushed in, only to find that the people were already gone.

"Where are the people?"

"Gone?"

"No aura at all, I can't even scan them with my Divine Sense!"

The three devil cultivators' faces turned ashen.

They had clearly locked onto that brat, yet in the blink of an eye, the people were gone.

What kind of damn Cultivation Technique is this?

Could the Ancestor of Qingxuan Sect have given him some treasure to conceal his aura?

"Pursue!" the leader gritted his teeth and said, "That girl will definitely still want to return to the Qingxuan Sect! Let's rush over there and block the outside of the mountain gate!"

The three changed direction and headed straight for the Qingxuan Sect.

Yun Ming carried Jiang Yueling and sprinted all the way.

With the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record running at full power, his aura had completely vanished, but he dared not relax in the slightest.

Those three Late Golden Core Stage cultivators could catch up at any moment; once discovered, both he and Jiang Yueling would lose their lives here.

Jiang Yueling had completely passed out.

Burning her essence blood, combined with her full-force attack earlier, had exhausted her spiritual energy. At this moment, she hung limply on Yun Ming's arm; her veil had long since fallen off somewhere, and the fist mark on her face was clearly visible.

Yun Ming couldn't care about these things and just focused on rushing ahead.

The mountain gate of the Qingxuan Sect finally appeared at the end of his line of sight.

From afar, he saw that the battle outside the mountain gate had already stopped.

The Mountain Guardian Array was still operating, but on the chaotic battlefield outside the array, several corpses lay scattered about.

There were some of devil cultivators, and some of Qingxuan Sect Disciples.

Several Golden Core True Persons were cleaning up the battlefield; some were collecting the remains of their fellow Disciples, some were treating the wounded, and some were keeping watch over the surroundings.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Yun Ming passed through the Mountain Guardian Array and landed in an empty corner, only then withdrawing the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record.

His appearance startled several Golden Core True Persons, but when they saw it was him, and saw the unconscious Jiang Yueling in his arms, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder Yun!"

"You've returned! Is Perfected Yueling alright?"

Yun Ming waved his hand, having no time to explain more, and flew toward the main peak while holding Jiang Yueling.

At the summit of the main peak, the Old Ancestor still stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the direction of the mountain gate.

Beside him stood several Golden Core Elders; Fu Qingyun, Zhou Yuan, Han Song, and Liu Ruyan were all there, along with several faces Yun Ming couldn't name.

Everyone's expression was not very good.

Yun Ming landed, placed Jiang Yueling on the ground, and gasped for air.

The Old Ancestor glanced at him, then looked at the unconscious Jiang Yueling, and his tense expression finally relaxed a little.

"You've returned?"

Yun Ming nodded, gasping as he briefly explained what had just happened.

Those three Late Golden Core Stage cultivators were lying in ambush outside, and he and Jiang Yueling had almost been blocked.

After listening, the Old Ancestor looked at the corpses in the direction of the mountain gate, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

In this battle, the Qingxuan Sect had not gained the upper hand.

On the devil cultivators' side, one Late Golden Core Stage cultivator had died—the dwarf named Gu Tong, who was killed by the combined efforts of Fu Qingyun and another Late Golden Core Stage cultivator.

But on the Qingxuan Sect's side, three Early Golden Core Stage cultivators had also died, all from the first batch that went out to engage in battle.

Their spiritual energy had been too depleted, and they were a step too slow when retreating, being killed one by one by Li Tu with his blade; not even their Golden Cores had escaped.

Fu Qingyun's left arm had been struck by Gui Sou's black banner, and the entire arm had turned black; Liu Ruyan was currently forcing the poison out for him.

Zhou Yuan and Han Song were also wounded, but their injuries were considered light.

The other Golden Core True Persons all had some injuries to varying degrees, but none were fatal.

Neither side had gained the upper hand.

And the Old Ancestor had not made a move from beginning to end.

He just stood there at the summit of the main peak, with his hands behind his back, overlooking the battlefield below, like a statue.

It wasn't that he didn't want to make a move; it was that he was waiting.

Waiting for that potential hidden trump card, waiting to see if that "Soul Transformation devil cultivator" would make a move.

So he could only watch, watching his Disciples fighting for their lives outside, watching three Early Golden Core Stage cultivators die before his eyes, watching Fu Qingyun have an arm crippled.

He had been enduring it all along.

Until his Divine Sense swept over and saw that Yun Ming and Jiang Yueling had passed through the Mountain Guardian Array and returned safely to the Sect.

At that moment, his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

The people had returned.

Then there was nothing left to worry about.

The Old Ancestor slowly raised his hand.

At the summit of the main peak, a terrifying, suffocating pressure began to condense.

That was the power of a Nascent Soul True Lord, the top combat strength on this land.

Outside the mountain gate, those five Late Golden Core Stage devil cultivators—no, only four remained now—were adjusting their states, preparing for the next round of attacks.

Li Tu's bone blade was still stained with the blood of Qingxuan Sect Disciples, Gui Sou's black banner still imprisoned the souls of the three newly dead Early Golden Core Stage cultivators, and Xue Ji's blood blade was still dripping blood.

They suddenly stiffened in unison.

An irresistible force descended from the summit of the main peak, locking the four of them firmly in place.

"Retreat!" Li Tu's expression changed drastically, and he roared hoarsely.

It was too late.

The Old Ancestor had made his move.

When a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator makes a move, it is simply different.

The moment the Old Ancestor raised his hand, the entire world changed.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even the air solidified.

An invisible pressure poured down from the summit of the main peak, as if the sky had collapsed, firmly shrouding those four Late Golden Core Stage devil cultivators outside the mountain gate within it.

Li Tu's expression changed drastically, and he was the first to react: "Retreat!"

His voice had changed pitch.

Between the Late Golden Core Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage lay an insurmountable chasm; it was a suppression of Realms, a difference in quality and quantity.

The five of them could hold out for so long against twelve Golden Core True Persons because it was Golden Core against Golden Core; no matter how big the gap was, there was a limit.

But Nascent Soul against Golden Core—that was an adult beating a child; no, it was an adult beating an ant.

Li Tu turned and ran, holding his bone blade horizontally in front of him, and Devilish Qi gushed out as if it cost nothing.

Gui Sou waved his black banner, and countless ghost shadows gushed out from the banner, turning into a ghost wall to block behind him.

Xue Ji and Ling Lang followed closely behind, and the four of them sprinted in four different directions.