192: Prepare to deal with the Hundred Poisons Sect.

Although she Cultivated the Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture, which resembled a Demonic Technique, and acted ruthlessly, she couldn't help but feel a degree of respect for such a powerful individual who sacrificed themselves purely for protection.

But it was merely respect.

Her palm subconsciously stroked the Mysterious Ink wrapped around her wrist; what filled her heart more was a calm calculation.

"Junior Martial Uncle, what is the current situation?"

Ye Feiyan quickly recovered from her shock and got straight to the point.

True Lord Chi Yun looked at her with appreciation.

The ability to remain calm at a time like this proved that Ye Feiyan was indeed a powerful expert capable of handling matters independently.

He turned around and pointed heavily at the sand table.

His fingertip landed on the location of Three Seas City.

"Sword Lord's departure this time will surely shake the heavens."

"That single sword strike accumulated his entire Lifespan and Sword Intent; Three Seas City cannot withstand it."

"Even if Jia Wenmo doesn't die, the main forces of Three Seas City will be annihilated by this strike."

True Lord Chi Yun's eyes flashed brightly as he analyzed:

"If Sword Lord can destroy Three Seas City in one move, that would naturally be the best outcome."

"If he cannot..."

His tone suddenly turned chilling:

"If he cannot, Three Seas City will definitely retaliate fiercely."

"At that time, it will be when our Beast Taming Sect must step up."

Ye Feiyan nodded slightly, a hint of sharpness flashing in her eyes.

"This Disciple understands."

"If war truly breaks out, this Disciple is willing to be the Sect's vanguard."

She agreed readily.

Not just for the Sect.

But even more so, for herself.

Whether it was her Blood God Scripture or other Demonic Sect methods, they all required large amounts of vital blood and souls to advance.

If an all-out war truly erupted.

The corpses of the fallen Nascent Soul Cultivators, or even Golden Core Cultivators, might be burdens to others, but to her, they were supreme tonics.

War is a meat grinder for Mortals.

Yet it is a ladder to heaven for Demonic Cultivators.

True Lord Chi Yun did not know the thoughts in Ye Feiyan's heart.

He felt slightly reassured looking at this valiant Junior Martial Nephew, but immediately afterward, he pointed to another corner of the sand table.

There, a banner depicting colorful venomous insects was planted.

The Hundred Poisons Sect.

"Feiyan, you must not be careless."

True Lord Chi Yun's expression became unprecedentedly serious.

"The situation in the East Sea is now like a massive vortex."

"The Myriad Spirits Manor is already ruined."

"Sword Dust died in battle, Sword Heart perished long ago, and now Sword Lord is also about to fall."

"Only the half-crippled Daoist Wan Jian remains, guarding a pile of ruins; it has long existed in name only."

True Lord Chi Yun's words were cruel, but realistic.

The Cultivation World is just that realistic.

A Sect without a powerful expert presiding over it is just a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

"As for Three Seas City, after taking Sword Lord's strike, it will certainly suffer severe Origin Qi damage, perhaps even falling directly from grace."

"At that time, the true threat in the East Sea will no longer be those two forces."

True Lord Chi Yun's finger heavily tapped the Hundred Poisons Sect banner.

"But them."

"The Hundred Poisons Sect."

"Since the start of the chaotic battle until now, the Hundred Poisons Sect has been hiding in the shadows. Although they participated in the siege, their core strength has suffered almost no losses."

"That Old Poisonous Wretch has been watching the tigers fight from the mountaintop."

Ye Feiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous aura.

"Is Junior Martial Uncle worried that the Hundred Poisons Sect will take advantage of the chaos?"

"It's not worry, it's certainty."

True Lord Chi Yun sneered:

"The Myriad Spirits Manor has fallen, and Three Seas City is crippled."

"How could the Hundred Poisons Sect not covet the position of overlord of the East Sea?"

"Once Sword Lord falls and the situation in Three Seas City becomes clear."

"The Hundred Poisons Sect's fangs will likely be extended toward our Beast Taming Sect."

Speaking of this, True Lord Chi Yun looked at Ye Feiyan and earnestly instructed:

"Feiyan, you are the only Nascent Soul combat force in the Sect besides myself."

"Sect Master Shangguan is in seclusion healing his injuries, and it is unknown when he will emerge."

"If the Hundred Poisons Sect attacks, the burden on your shoulders will be heavy."

"You must be careful of their Gu poison; those things are incredibly insidious and impossible to guard against."

Hearing this, Ye Feiyan's lips curled into a cold arc.

In that instant, her demeanor seemed to undergo a subtle shift.

She was no longer the obedient Junior Martial Nephew.

But a Vicious Beast about to be released from its cage.

"Junior Martial Uncle, don't worry."

"It's fine if the Hundred Poisons Sect doesn't come."

"If they dare to come..."

Ye Feiyan gently stroked the cold snake body on her wrist, a bloodthirsty gleam flashing in her eyes.

"I just happen to be short of a few Nascent Soul Stage medicinal primers needed to refine a good Medicinal Pill."

True Lord Chi Yun was stunned.

He felt the fleeting Evil Qi emanating from Ye Feiyan.

But he didn't say anything.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary people must be used.

In this chaotic world, if one isn't ruthless enough and their hands aren't dirty enough, they won't survive.

"Good."

True Lord Chi Yun nodded and waved his hand.

"It's good that you have this resolve."

"Go, prepare well."

"Regardless of the outcome at Three Seas City, these next few days will likely be the final period of peace."

"Yes, this Disciple takes her leave."

Ye Feiyan bowed in salute, then turned and left the main hall... Stepping out of the main hall, the sky outside had completely darkened.

The wind howled, signaling the coming storm.

The air was filled with a damp, earthy smell, a prelude to the approaching tempest.

Ye Feiyan did not linger, immediately driving her Escape Light back to her Small Courtyard.

Inside the Small Courtyard, it was still quiet and elegant.

A few Spiritual Plants swayed gently in the wind, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

Compared to the grim atmosphere outside, this place felt like two different worlds.

"You can rest here in the courtyard."

Ye Feiyan gently shook her wrist.

Mysterious Ink slid down smoothly, landing lightly on the stone table in the courtyard.

"I need to go refine some Medicinal Pills."

"If a fight truly breaks out, Medicinal Pills for restoring Spiritual Qi and detoxification will be essential."

Ye Feiyan looked at Mysterious Ink, a rare hint of tenderness in her eyes:

"This time, it might be very troublesome."

"If the Hundred Poisons Sect truly comes out in full force, even I don't have absolute confidence in victory."

Mysterious Ink lazily raised its eyelids and glanced at her.

That look seemed to say: Woman, you worry too much.

With this Emperor here, it doesn't matter if the sky falls.

However, it didn't speak, merely flicked its tongue, then coiled up into a ball, finding a comfortable position.

Ye Feiyan saw this and couldn't help but laugh lightly.

"You fellow, you certainly have a big heart."

"Never mind, I must get busy now."

After speaking, she turned and pushed open the door to the Cultivation Chamber.

As the heavy stone door slowly closed, Restrictions were activated one by one.

Before long,

waves of heat began to emanate from the Cultivation Chamber—the aura of earth fire being drawn up.

Clearly, Ye Feiyan had begun preparing for battle with all her might.

And in the courtyard,

Mysterious Ink was coiled alone on the stone table.

Although it was night and there was no sun,

this did not interfere with its lazy state of mind.

It sensed the flow of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi around it; even the moonlight at night served as a form of energy for it.

Its body gently rose and fell, and every breath was accompanied by a subtle tremor in the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

To outsiders, this was just an ordinary spirit pet resting.

But only Mysterious Ink knew.

That in the corner of its vision, those lines of wonderful data were flashing frantically.

[Idling...]

[experience points +4]

[experience points +4]

[experience points +4]

...This dry and monotonous prompt, to its ears, was the most pleasant immortal music in the world.

"Fight, kill,"

Mysterious Ink sneered inwardly.

"Whether it's the Myriad Spirits Manor, Three Seas City, or that Hundred Poisons Sect."

"In the face of absolute power, they are nothing but clowns."

"Once this Emperor fills up this experience bar."

"Who truly rules the East Sea will need to be reconsidered."

The night wind blew.

Stirring the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

The small black snake, under the moonlight, seemed to transform into a black sculpture.

Motionless.

Only the experience points ticking up every second silently recounted the rapid growth of a terrifying existence.

And far away to the west,

a heaven-shaking Sword Intent was brewing.

The old man, leaning on a withered branch, was approaching that sinful city step by step.

The bell tolling for the decisive battle had quietly begun.