94: The Yin Spirit Clan Appears in the World

Bidding farewell to The Two Elders, one person and one snake once again embarked on their journey.

Their destination pointed directly to the Beast Taming Sect, which they had been away from for nearly a year!

Along the way, they traveled at lightning speed.

However, just as they were passing through a Mortal village that should have been filled with the smoke of cooking fires and the breath of human life.

Ye Feiyan's rapidly flying figure suddenly paused!

She hovered in mid-air, her clear, cold phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, slowly looking down at the overly silent village below.

"Mysterious Ink."

"Don't you think something feels... off?"

Upon hearing this, Mysterious Ink's majestic dragon pupils also swept downwards.

Below, within the village, there was a deathly silence!

No crowing of roosters, no barking of dogs, not even the slightest hint of a living person's Qi could be sensed!

The entire village, as if in this instant, had turned into a... ghost village!

The person and the snake exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of solemnity in the other's eyes.

They slowly descended, landing at the empty village entrance.

Entering the village.

The scene before them, even with their minds already accustomed to life and death, couldn't help but send a shiver down their spines!

They saw that the villagers still maintained the postures of their last moments alive!

There was an old man squatting at the doorway, holding a rice bowl, about to eat... an old woman sitting under the eaves, mending clothes... and even a few children gathered together, laughing and playing... The expressions from their lives still lingered on each of their faces.

Either confused, surprised, or calm... as if time, at this moment, had been completely frozen!

Ye Feiyan slowly stepped forward, extended her delicate jade finger, and gently touched the old man holding the rice bowl.

"Puff—"

A soft sound!

The old man's body, without any warning, turned into a handful of flying ash, scattered by the wind!

Hiss—!

Seeing this, a trace of horror flashed in Mysterious Ink's majestic dragon pupils!

What kind of... method is this?!

Ye Feiyan slowly withdrew her finger, her clear, beautiful face already covered in ice-cold frost!

"It's the Yin Spirit Clan."

She spoke slowly, her voice filled with endless chill and killing intent.

"Only the Yin Spirit Clan's eerie 'Soul Devouring' talent can, in an instant, devour all the Souls of everyone in an entire village!

"Leaving these poor Mortals to Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering without even knowing how they died!"

Mysterious Ink suddenly understood upon hearing this!

The Yin Spirit Clan... has already begun to act?!

He suddenly remembered that this place seemed not too far from the Ye Family Manor in Qingyang Town!

"Will the Ye Family also be attacked by them?"

His worried thought immediately transmitted!

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

Ye Feiyan's expression was also solemn.

"But the probability is low."

"The Yin Spirit Clan is a race that bullies the weak and fears the strong."

"This is why they chose to strike first at these unarmed Mortals."

"Moreover, the current Ye Family, with Guest Elder Ding Zhen, a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, overseeing it, its strength is no longer what it once was. In addition, before I left, I set up several defensive Formations around the Ye Family Manor, strong enough to withstand attacks from Golden Core Realm Cultivators."

"As long as no Nascent Soul Realm Yin Spirit appears."

"The Ye Family can rest easy."

Hearing this, Mysterious Ink's suspended heart finally relaxed slightly.

Ye Feiyan looked at the ravaged village, a trace of unbearable sorrow flashing in her clear, cold phoenix eyes.

She waved her slender hand, and a ball of golden flame appeared out of thin air!

The flame surged against the wind!

Instantly, it transformed into a sea of fire, completely engulfing the entire silent village!

This was also a way to allow these innocent, tragically deceased villagers to rest in peace.

After doing all this, the person and the snake set off again.

However, the subsequent journey became even more... horrifying!

They passed through three Mortal villages in a row.

Without exception!

All the villages had already turned into a Ghostly Realm, filled with the aura of death and despair!

From white-haired Elders to infants still in swaddling clothes, there was not a single survivor in the entire village!

All of them died under the cruel and eerie methods of the Yin Spirit Clan!

However, the towns with Cultivators stationed in them showed no signs of being impacted.

This made Ye Feiyan even more certain of her previous speculation.

"It seems that those currently acting in the outside world should only be some extremely weak 'Vanguard Units' of the Yin Spirit Clan."

"Their strength is not yet sufficient to directly confront towns with Cultivators stationed in them."

"Therefore, they choose these most vulnerable Mortal villages as 'blood food' to restore their strength!"

However, just as her words fell.

Her phoenix eyes, which had been filled with cold killing intent, suddenly narrowed!

She abruptly turned towards the front!

Beside her, Mysterious Ink's massive dragon body also tensed up abruptly.

They saw that in front of them, at some unknown point, a figure of an immortal-like old Daoist had appeared without any warning!

The old Daoist, dressed in a simple green Daoist robe and holding a whisk, was quietly hovering in mid-air, his infinitely deep eyes gazing at them from afar.

"Mysterious Ink, be careful!"

Ye Feiyan's solemn thought immediately transmitted!

"I cannot see through this person's cultivation!"

"This can only mean that his Realm is at least... Nascent Soul Realm!"

"Don't worry."

Mysterious Ink's reply, however, was light and easy.

"Merely Mid Nascent Soul Stage."

"The same as me."

While the person and the snake were communicating in secret.

The old Daoist had already clearly seen their appearance.

His deep eyes first paused slightly on Ye Feiyan's terrifying Golden Core Peak cultivation, a hint of surprise flashing.

Then, they fell upon Mysterious Ink's four-clawed dragon body, which was full of ancient divine charm, and a subtle glint flashed deep within his eyes, difficult to detect!

"May I ask, are the two of you Fellow Daoists from the Beast Taming Sect?"

He spoke slowly, his voice gentle and full of goodwill.

"Yes."

Ye Feiyan responded indifferently.

"Oh?" The old Daoist showed a hint of confusion upon hearing this. "Strange."

"I, this old Daoist, basically know all of the Golden Core Peak Elders of the Beast Taming Sect."

"But your face, Fellow Daoist, is very unfamiliar."

However, he quickly reacted, an expression of "so that's it" dawning on his face.

"Hehe... It seems I, this old Daoist, am ill-informed."

"Talented people emerge from the land in every generation, new replaces old."

"For a Fellow Daoist so young to already be a Golden Core Peak venerable, truly, the younger generation is formidable, formidable indeed!"

"Senior, you flatter me." Ye Feiyan replied neither subserviently nor arrogantly. "May I ask, Senior, your esteemed name?"

"Hehe..." The old Daoist chuckled upon hearing this and did not conceal it.

"I am Jianxin."

"Just an idle old man from Myriad Spirits Manor who doesn't meddle in affairs."

"This time, I was originally out traveling the world, tempering my heart in the Mortal World. But I didn't expect to coincidentally pass by this place and discover such a horrific and strange event."

"Therefore, I specifically came to investigate, which can also be considered eliminating harm for the people."

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