25: Nangong Li's useless disciple

Demonic Beast Cores are extremely rare, only obtainable from Level 5 Demonic Beasts, making them priceless.

Once the beast essence within the core is absorbed, it can maximize the alteration of one's Physique, strengthen bones and meridians, and even extract the Demonic Beast's inherent characteristics.

Aside from strengthening one's own body and meridians, Demonic Beast Cores are also excellent Medicinal Pill ingredients, with many high-grade Medicinal Pills on the market almost certainly containing traces of these cores.

Shen Lian took the Demonic Beast Core, which was the size of an egg, and was about to leave to find a place to refine it.

Suddenly, a Sword Qi flew from a hundred miles away, striking towards his back.

"Hmph."

Shen Lian snorted coldly, and the cape on his back flicked slightly.

Boom—

The surging Qi instantly engulfed the incoming Sword Qi.

The next moment, an extremely arrogant voice rang out from the Void Realm.

"Put down the core in your hand. This belongs to my Chess Sword Pavilion."

Upon hearing the words "Chess Sword Pavilion," a fierce glint appeared in Shen Lian's eyes.

A sword wind swept by, and a white, ethereal figure slowly descended from the Void Realm, carrying a cyan cold sword on his back, staring coldly at Shen Lian's back.

"I am White Sword Life. I hope this Fellow Daoist can hand over this core to me, so I can give an explanation to my Sect Master."

White Sword Life's attitude was extremely arrogant; he didn't put Shen Lian in his eyes at all.

After all, once the name of the Chess Sword Pavilion was invoked, few across the entire continent would dare to disrespect them.

"Hahahaha!"

The response White Sword Life received was Shen Lian's wild, cold laughter.

As his Folding Fan unfurled, a sharp question followed immediately.

"Is the trash trained by Nangong Li inheriting her flaws, only knowing how to sneak attack from behind?"

White Sword Life's expression instantly changed; no one had ever dared to disrespect him so directly.

Indeed, that sword strike just now was a sneak attack. If he could kill the opponent in one move, that Level 7 Demonic Beast Core would be his.

In fact, ever since the Three-Headed Terrestrial Flood Dragon appeared, he had been hiding in the dark, biding his time.

However, with his Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation, he simply couldn't kill the Three-Headed Terrestrial Flood Dragon head-on with his own abilities.

Watching the Yun Lei Sect and its thousands of Disciples suffer heavy losses, White Sword Life did not intervene to save them. At the same time, fear arose in his heart, dispelling any thoughts of killing the Three-Headed Terrestrial Flood Dragon.

But just as he was about to give up, a hundred-zhang giant blade appeared in the Void Realm, directly ending the Three-Headed Terrestrial Flood Dragon.

This ignited his greed, and he rushed over impatiently, intending to kill Shen Lian through a sneak attack and seize the core.

But he never expected that the sword strike he was so confident in failed to harm the person in front of him in the slightest.

This forced him to resort to "negotiation."

The so-called negotiation was merely using influence to coerce the other party into handing over what he wanted.

"Answer me, does that trash Nangong Li only teach you such despicable methods?"

"Fellow Daoist, watch your words! My Sect Master is not someone you can insult at will!"

Hearing 'trash' repeatedly, White Sword Life also grew furious.

What angered him even more was such disrespect towards his own Sect Master.

"Do you protect that bitch because you covet her beauty, or is it some so-called hypocritical respect for your Revered Master?

Someone who only reached her current height with the help of her Senior Brother—I truly can't imagine what ability she has to make you brainless trash feel reverence.

The only explanation is that your brains are dominated by your lower halves, completely devoid of your own thoughts. Such people..."

Shen Lian slowly turned around, a cold gleam instantly flashing in his eyes.

"What else could they be but trash!"

With a deep utterance, Qi surged, and oppressive power suddenly rose.

White Sword Life was instantly forced back more than ten steps. When he managed to steady himself, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest.

"Ugh, cough..."

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He looked up again, and upon seeing the true Face of the dashing figure before him, his pupils contracted.

"It's you, you're that trash Junior Brother my Revered Master spoke of, Shen, Shen Lian?"

"Hahahaha..."

Shen Lian couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"If even I am considered trash, then what do you count as?"

As his voice fell, the Folding Fan spun and shot directly towards White Sword Life.

White Sword Life was greatly alarmed and decisively raised his sword to block.

But just as he assumed an initial stance, his hand movements abruptly ceased, and he stood motionless in place.

The spinning fan returned to Shen Lian's hand in an instant, his arrogant demeanor restored.

"You can't even withstand half a move from me. Tell me, who exactly is the trash? Hahahaha."

Amidst his wild laughter, a black cloud quickly enveloped his figure, then transformed into a netherworld chariot, speeding deeper into the Monster Beast Mountain Range.

"Shen, Lian..."

Pfft... White Sword Life watched the departing figure, his eyes filled with unwillingness, and angrily spat out two words.

Immediately, a uniform bloodstain appeared on his neck, and his head violently detached from his shoulders, flying into the air.

Han Zhirang and Sun Xiuying, who witnessed the entire scene from afar, didn't dare to breathe.

Only when the sound of horse hooves faded into the distance did they finally react.

"Senior Brother, who was that person? He's truly arrogant, daring to kill a Disciple of the Chess Sword Pavilion."

"I don't know, but I know he saved our lives."

"Yes, Senior Brother, let's quickly go back and report this situation to the Sect Master."

"Alright!"

The Senior Brother and Junior Sister immediately set off towards the Yun Lei Sect.

Meanwhile, the Yun Lei Sect Revered Master, Yun Piaoyang, was being besieged by dozens of Cultivators of the same level deep within the Monster Beast Mountain Range, leaving him covered in wounds.

"Yun Piaoyang, your Yun Lei Sect is doomed today. Surrender obediently, and we will grant you a swift death!"

"Despicable! You despicable villains, you claim to be of the Righteous Path Xuanmen, yet you plot against me like this!"

"Hahaha, if one doesn't act for oneself, heaven and earth will destroy them. Yun Piaoyang, you've lived for nearly a thousand years, yet you don't even understand such a simple truth?"

"My Yun Lei Sect has never offended you, so why are you all so aggressive?"

"It's because a natural Spiritual Vein was discovered within your Yun Lei Sect's territory. As the saying goes, 'an innocent man is guilty only for his treasure.' Since you lack the ability to protect this Spiritual Vein, we shall guard it on your behalf!"

"Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by Fellow Daoists from all paths for doing this?"

"Don't worry about that. We won't make things difficult for your Yun Lei Sect Disciples. As long as they pledge allegiance to us,

they will all live. We will even keep the Yun Lei Sect's name, so you can rest in peace, right?"

A trail of blood trickled from the corner of Yun Piaoyang's mouth. He looked at the sinister and ferocious smiles on the Faces of the dozens of people opposite him and couldn't help but clench his fists.

He never expected that the Spiritual Vein, which he thought would bring prosperity and glory to his Sect, would instead bring about his and his Sect's demise.

"Let me tell you another secret."

A Cultivator in purple robes slowly stepped forward and spoke.

"Your Disciples guarding the outer perimeter are probably also doomed now."

Yun Piaoyang suddenly froze: "You actually dared to lay hands on those Juniors?"

"No, you misunderstand. How could we do such a despicable thing? We merely lured a Level 7 Demonic Beast, a Three-Headed Terrestrial Flood Dragon, over.

Oh my, I truly didn't expect to actually find a Level 7 Demonic Beast like the Three-Headed Terrestrial Flood Dragon, tsk tsk tsk. It's probably very difficult for your Disciples, whose cultivations haven't even reached the Spirit Transformation Realm!"

"Bastard! I'll kill you!"

Yun Piaoyang's eyes turned crimson with rage, and his True Essence surged violently as he lunged towards the purple-robed Cultivator.

However, the purple-robed Cultivator merely smiled faintly, knowing that Yun Piaoyang was at the end of his rope, and was not in a hurry to kill him.

He simply raised a palm to meet Yun Piaoyang as he approached.

Boom—

After a dull roar, Yun Piaoyang was directly sent back over a hundred steps.

"Yun Piaoyang, do you still have any of the might of a Void Refining Realm Seventh Layer expert now?"

The purple-robed Cultivator slowly approached, and as he opened his palm, a blue Qi light instantly appeared.

Yun Piaoyang knelt on one knee, watching helplessly as the purple-robed Cultivator approached step by step, yet he could no longer muster even a trace of Spiritual Qi within his body to resist.

"Never mind, I'm done playing with you. Seeing you in such pain, I'll just send you on your way."

The purple-robed Cultivator suddenly struck with a palm.

Instantly, a fierce wind swept directly towards Yun Piaoyang's Face.

Yun Piaoyang sighed, knowing that he could not escape death today, and slowly closed his eyes, accepting the cruel reality.

Clatter-clatter—

Just then, a rapid sound of horse hooves grew increasingly clear in Yun Piaoyang's ears, coming from far away and drawing near.

Immediately after, an extremely arrogant voice rang out.

"A bunch of petty individuals ganging up on an injured Cultivator, your actions are truly disgraceful."

The next moment, a palm strike roared out from within the carriage, directly blocking the purple-robed Cultivator's palm for Yun Piaoyang.

The momentum of the palm strike did not diminish in the slightest; its residual force, carrying an unparalleled might, surged back towards the purple-robed Cultivator.

"What!"

The purple-robed Cultivator was greatly alarmed, swiftly retreating while rapidly condensing the Spiritual Qi within his body to activate his Protective Aura.