A stunningly beautiful female cultivator was brought down with a single blow!

Lin Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. By the faint starlight, he finally saw the appearance of the person who had come.

Su Qinghan's beautiful face was filled with ferocity, and her beautiful eyes were brimming with cold murderous intent.

Lin Yuan's heart shook violently. He truly had not expected that this woman would actually dare to come and kill him right here, in the heart of the Yin Corpse Sect.

Fifth Level of Qi Refining versus Eighth Layer of Qi Refining.

The gap between them was an unbridgeable chasm.

Furthermore, the Flying Sword controlled by Su Qinghan was glowing with brilliant light; one could tell at a glance that it was a supreme grade Magical Artifact.

"Die!"

Seeing that her strike had missed, Su Qinghan's eyes grew colder as she formed a sword seal with her hands.

Hum!

The Flying Sword traced a beautiful, sorrowful arc in the air, slashing down toward Lin Yuan's head once again.

This time, the sword momentum was fiercer, and the murderous intent was thicker.

Lin Yuan's thoughts raced.

Facing her head-on meant certain death.

Her Cultivation and Magic Treasure both formed an absolute suppression over him.

The only opportunity right now was the Fire Control Technique.

Thinking of this, a flash of determination crossed his eyes, and he suddenly raised his palm.

"Whoosh..."

A fist-sized orange-red fireball appeared out of thin air, dancing violently in his palm.

"Go!"

Lin Yuan gave a low shout, and the fireball whistled, fearlessly meeting that fatal Sword Light.

"Overestimating your own capabilities."

A cold sneer curled the corner of Su Qinghan's mouth.

Before her words had even faded, the fireball collided with the Sword Light with a loud bang.

With a muffled thud.

Under the incomparably sharp Sword Light, the fireball was instantly ground into dust, turning into thousands of tiny sparks that permeated the air.

Su Qinghan was about to urge her Flying Sword to finish off Lin Yuan completely.

But she immediately noticed something was wrong.

Those shattered sparks did not dissipate.

They were as if they had life, turning into countless nimble fire butterflies, dancing gracefully in the air.

Then, they converged toward her position.

"Gather!"

A flash of brilliance shone in Lin Yuan's eyes as he gave another low shout.

Upon receiving the command, the sparks filling the sky instantly surrounded Su Qinghan from all directions, inside and out, completely and tightly.

The next moment, all the sparks suddenly converged inward.

"Boom!"

With a violent explosion, a massive flame erupted at Su Qinghan's location.

Fire soared into the sky, and the terrifying high temperature swept through the entire courtyard.

Such a close-range explosion, even for an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator, would surely result in being scorched by the flames if caught off guard; even if not dead, she would lose a layer of skin.

However, as the firelight gradually faded.

Su Qinghan's figure reappeared. The pale green magical robe on her body was flowing with a layer of water-like spiritual light, which had perfectly isolated the violent flames.

She was completely unharmed.

"Fire-avoiding Treasure Robe?"

Lin Yuan's brows furrowed deeply, and his heart sank.

"You do have some discernment," Su Qinghan said coldly.

"This magical robe of mine not only avoids fire and water but also repels dust. Its defensive power itself is not something a low-level Cultivator like you can imagine!"

This magical robe, along with the Flying Sword in her hand, were both protective treasures bestowed upon her by her mother.

Had it not been for her tracks being exposed on the way here, causing Yue Qingyao to confront the Hundred Herbs Peak master, Lin Yuan would have already been a cold corpse by now.

Just as Su Qinghan finished speaking.

Behind her, a black shadow silently peeled away from the shadow of the eaves.

That figure gripped a thick wooden stick tightly, using all her strength to swing it hard at the back of her head.

Thud!

A dull, solid sound.

Su Qinghan's arrogant expression froze instantly, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She stiffly, using her last ounce of strength, turned around slowly. What she saw was Han Shuang's face, which looked somewhat pale due to extreme tension.

How could it be... a Mortal?

This was her final thought.

Subsequently, she rolled her eyes and passed out softly.

"Phew... scared me to death... how... how did she not notice me!"

Han Shuang threw away the wooden stick, her hands continuously patting her towering chest, a look of lingering fear on her face.

Lin Yuan gave her a thumbs up: "In Cultivator battles, mental focus is highly concentrated. Divine Sense will scan the surrounding Spiritual Qi fluctuations. Once there is any movement, it can be detected at the first moment!"

"But you happen to be a Jianghu Martial Artist, with not a trace of magical power fluctuations on your body. In her Divine Sense perception, you are no different from a stone."

"But you dared to go up without knowing these things; you really have a death wish!"

Han Shuang caught her breath: "Immortal Master, my life is tied to yours. If something happens to you, in this Yin Corpse Sect, my end will definitely be miserable, so..."

Lin Yuan nodded, then leaped to Su Qinghan's side. His fingers moved like lightning, tapping several times on her body with magical power, completely sealing her Dantian and Qi Sea.

After doing this, he still wasn't at ease.

Lin Yuan once again formed a hand seal, and a trace of imperceptible spiritual light entered Su Qinghan's glabella, planting the God-Sealing Technique directly into her sea of Divine Sense.

From now on, this woman's life and death were only a thought away for him.

After completing all this, Lin Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the battle here ceased, the intense Spiritual Qi fluctuations in the distant sky also subsided.

Two more Core Formation Stage Cultivators from the Yin Corpse Sect had intervened. Yue Qingyao was, after all, unable to fight four hands with two fists. She didn't know what kind of mysterious escape technique she used, but her aura disappeared into thin air, and she escaped.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Su Qinghan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly woke up.

Looking inward with her Divine Sense, her Dantian and Qi Sea were empty; she couldn't mobilize a trace of magical power, as if suppressed by an invisible giant mountain.

Her heart turned cold. Looking at herself, that Fire-avoiding Treasure Robe bestowed by her mother was long gone. She was only wearing ordinary cloth clothes, and her hands and feet were firmly tied to the chair with tough ropes.

Not far opposite, Lin Yuan was sitting peacefully, holding a cup of hot tea.

Han Shuang was standing respectfully by his side, refilling his water.

"Shameless rat, let me go!" Her voice was somewhat hoarse with anger.

Lin Yuan put down the teacup and raised his eyes to look at her, his expression terrifyingly calm: "Letting you go is not impossible. First, answer me a question."

He had originally wanted to finish this trouble with a sword strike to avoid future complications.

But this woman appeared almost at the same time as Yue Qingyao; this was definitely not a coincidence.

If there was really a connection, acting rashly would only bring greater disaster.

"What question?" Su Qinghan gritted her teeth, squeezing the words out from between her teeth.

"Yue Qingyao, what is she to you?"

Hearing this name, Su Qinghan actually calmed down, and a cold sneer even escaped the corner of her mouth.

"Hahaha... I advise you to better untie me and respectfully send me out!" She raised her chin arrogantly.

"Yue Qingyao is my mother! She knows your background, and she also knows that I came to seek revenge on you tonight!"

"If I don't go back for a long time, my mother will definitely know I was caught by you!"

"When my mother arrives, this tiny courtyard of yours, along with you, will be ground into fly ash!"

The hand Lin Yuan used to hold the teacup paused imperceptibly for a moment.

Yue Qingyao's daughter?

He was panicking inside. Who could have imagined that this Su Qinghan was actually Yue Qingyao's daughter.

That was a powerhouse known as the number one person below the Nascent Soul, and Lin Yuan had even had that kind of relationship with Su Qinghan.

It was fortunate that he hadn't killed her with a sword just now.

Otherwise, this Yue Qingyao would definitely fight him to the death.

Although there were stormy waves in his heart, Lin Yuan's face remained calm and waveless.

"I have already planted the God-Sealing Technique in your Divine Soul."

"This technique is linked to my life. If I die, your Divine Soul will collapse first, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering."

Su Qinghan's laughter stopped abruptly, the triumph and arrogance on her face instantly froze, turning into shock and disbelief.