247: Chapter 247 Crimson Sun Meridian Flower

As Ye Yisong flew thirty miles to the north, the sounds of fighting became increasingly clear, and the scorching heat of flames rushed toward him, making Ye Yisong feel slightly feverish.

"It is actually an active volcano!"

Ye Yisong exclaimed in surprise. Both sides—no, it should be said that three parties had collided here. One person was blocked by a huge rock, and at first, Ye Yisong had not noticed him.

"Zhao Qingyan? Why is this kid here too!"

It seemed he would not be able to just watch the show. Only after truly entering the Wangchuan Secret Realm did he realize how great a favor he owed the Zhao Family. Since he had encountered a Disciple of the Zhao Family, there was no reason not to help out.

Not to mention that it was Zhao Qingyan, a Core Disciple of Zhao Fenghua's faction and a Martial King seed being heavily nurtured.

The three parties who had just been locked in a bloody battle clearly noticed Ye Yisong's arrival and, with great tacit understanding, stopped fighting to observe the newcomer.

"Brother Qingyan." Ye Yisong quickly approached Zhao Qingyan, greeted him softly, and then asked in a low voice.

"What is the situation?"

"There is a red sun pulse-melting flower in the volcano, and it is about to ripen," Zhao Qingyan said, his eyes fixed intently on the direction of the volcanic crater.

"The middle-aged man in blue on the right is Hu Yuanzhao of the Hu Family. He discovered this place first."

"The two in black on the left are Fellow Daoist Wei and Tan Ya from the Dan Jian Sect."

Then, without waiting for Ye Yisong to ask, he introduced them and incidentally assigned him a task.

"Later, help me entangle Fellow Daoist Wei of the Dan Jian Sect; leave the rest to me."

"Alright." Ye Yisong nodded slightly and agreed.

"Damn it, the Zhao Family's reinforcements arrived so quickly." Hu Yuanzhao frowned slightly. Dealing with Zhao Qingyan, Fellow Daoist Wei, and Tan Ya was already giving him a headache.

Now that another person had arrived, and it was someone from the Zhao Family, the scales were gradually tipping in favor of the Zhao Family.

The other two parties both had two people, while he was alone. For a moment, Hu Yuanzhao did not know how to compete with them.

Hu Yuanzhao was also unlucky; every time he discovered a great treasure, others would bump into him, adding unnecessary variables.

Ye Yisong did not hide his cultivation level; there was simply no need for it in the inner layer, as it would naturally be revealed once the fighting started.

"Junior Brother Tan, leave Ye Yisong to you." Fellow Daoist Wei was determined to obtain the red sun pulse-melting flower. With the help of this treasure, he had hopes of reaching the Martial King realm within ten years.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother Wei. A mere live-in son-in-law dares to meddle in this? He is simply courting death." Tan Ya glanced at Ye Yisong with disdain, as if looking at a dead man.

"Brother Qingyan, if I accidentally kill a Disciple of the Dan Jian Sect, will I be troubled by the Dan Jian Sect after we go out?" Tan Ya's malice was undisguised, and Ye Yisong naturally felt it. If they wanted to treat him like a soft persimmon, he would like to see if their teeth were strong enough.

"Go ahead and do it. In the Secret Realm, life and death are up to fate; no one can blame anyone else. As for the Dan Jian Sect, the Family will naturally back you up." Seeing that Ye Yisong was a bit hesitant, Zhao Qingyan gave him a reassurance.

Hearing this, Ye Yisong could not help but narrow his eyes. Tan Ya, was it? He would like to see if he could block his Seven-Star Consecutive Shots.

"Now, attack!" Zhao Qingyan raised his hand and dashed forward, grabbing toward the red sun pulse-melting flower that had already fully ripened.

"Leave it behind!" Hu Yuanzhao and Fellow Daoist Wei flanked from both left and right, blocking Zhao Qingyan's retreat.

As for Ye Yisong, he was entangled by Tan Ya and could not break free.

"Since you want to die, you cannot blame me." Ye Yisong formed hand seals, and seven green lotuses floated out from his body, turning into seven arrows. Then, he took out the fourth-rank longbow that had been silent in his Storage Pouch for a long time. He drew the bow, nocked the arrows, and shot all seven arrows out, which transformed into seven dazzling blue lights.

"Well come!"

Tan Ya did not retreat but advanced instead. A bronze bell in his hand grew with the wind, protecting his body. He chanted incantations, and a white jade tiger gradually took shape, roaring as it bit toward Ye Yisong.

At the very moment the seven blue lights touched the bronze bell, they strangely merged into one, condensing into a flaming arrow that shattered Tan Ya's protective bronze bell with a single shot.

"How is this possible?"

Tan Ya's expression changed drastically. He slapped protective Talismans from his sleeves onto himself as if they were worthless. The flaming arrow only stopped its momentum after destroying more than a dozen Talismans, turning into a blast and dissipating.

When the white jade tiger opened its bloody mouth and was about to bite Ye Yisong's carotid artery, Ye Yisong's fair skin turned golden. He punched the white tiger's head, and the white tiger let out a few mournful roars, with several cracks appearing on its body.

"Jade Tiger Seal!"

Ignoring his own injuries, Tan Ya increased the output of his spiritual power. The cracks on the white tiger's body instantly recovered as before, and it lunged at Ye Yisong with the force of Mount Tai, as if to pierce through Ye Yisong's chest.

Just as Tan Ya was reinforcing the white tiger's attack, Ye Yisong was not idle. This time, nine green lotuses appeared simultaneously. You could block seven arrows; he wondered if you could block nine.

The nine streams of light turned into nine afterimages and rushed toward Tan Ya. Tan Ya did not dare to be careless and immediately summoned the white tiger back, turning it into a jade seal held in front of him, attempting to block Ye Yisong's nine arrows.

When the nine arrows merged into one, the flames were even more intense than before. Tan Ya seemed to have thought of something and immediately sacrificed the defensive trump card given to him by the sect Elder before he left.

If one observed carefully, one would find a layer of faint red light attached to the surface of the flaming arrow. The red light and the flames were intertwined; without careful observation, it would be impossible to discover.

It was only because the Dan Jian Sect had a profound foundation, and a Prodigy from the East Sea Li Family had also successfully cultivated the Green Lotus Sea-Transformation Sutra, that the major forces in the East Sea had some research on this Cultivation Technique.

Relying on his decades of combat instinct, Tan Ya sensed that Ye Yisong's attack this time was not simple. Involving his life, how could he dare to hesitate? He directly activated his life-saving trump card.

The white tiger collapsed at the first touch, its body covered in fine cracks before it exploded. The flaming arrow, however, did not diminish in momentum, aiming at Tan Ya's heart and crashing heavily into a light curtain in front of him.

"Blocked it."

Seeing the flames extinguish, Tan Ya raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. His figure retreated violently, and he shouted for help toward Fellow Daoist Wei.

"Senior Brother Wei, help!"

Ye Yisong knew that these Disciples of large sects had more or less some life-saving trump cards. After shooting one arrow, he did not pause and shot the seven-star flaming arrow again.

For Tan Ya, who had exhausted his trump cards, a flaming arrow fused from seven green lotuses was enough to take his life.

"Clang!"

Just as the seven-star flaming arrow was about to hit Tan Ya's back, Fellow Daoist Wei suddenly appeared and flicked the arrow away with his sword, changing its trajectory. The arrow shot into the nearby mountain, directly collapsing half of the mountain.

Fellow Daoist Wei had long noticed the situation here. Without waiting for Tan Ya to call for help, he took the initiative to break away from the battle and rushed over. Otherwise, whether Tan Ya would still be breathing would be hard to say.

"Ye Yisong, good methods."

Fellow Daoist Wei looked at Ye Yisong with sharp eyes, his killing intent undisguised. He had just almost killed Tan Ya.