486: Chapter 486 A Family of Three

"No need to argue. You cannot handle this Erosion Source Blood Tree."

This was an act of blatant contempt!

Junior Sister Tang Yuanxiang was furious, her crimson palace dress fluttering without wind:

"Where did this madman come from? How dare you spout such nonsense here! Do you not know that this Erosion Source Blood Tree belongs to the Green Wood Cliff? If you are sensible, get lost immediately, otherwise do not blame me for being impolite!"

The smirk on Han Wuji's lips deepened slightly. He glanced sideways at Ling Hao and flicked his sleeve, revealing the Sect emblem of the Green Wood Cliff on his cuff.

"Your Excellency has quite a large tone. Do you know that the Green Wood Cliff is an Eighth-Rank Sect? All Sects in the west of Fusang Province revere my Green Wood Cliff. Which Sect are you from? And what is your cultivation level? What will you use to handle a Sixth-Rank Erosion Source Blood Tree?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face vanished, his expression darkened, and coldness emanated from his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the grey-robed Elder beside him:

"Elder Song, teach them a lesson."

The grey-robed Elder, Song Chengshan, nodded slightly. A withered palm reached out from his sleeve, spiritual light already swirling at his fingertips.

The old woman beside An Ruosu's expression changed slightly. She hurriedly stepped forward, leaning on an ebony cane to block in front of Ling Hao and the others, saying in a deep voice:

"Song Chengshan, wait! Perhaps this young friend just misjudged the situation. Just let them leave, why resort to violence?"

Song Chengshan glanced at her coldly, his gaunt face expressionless:

"Fang Qianyi, get lost. This is the Saint's order."

Fang Qianyi did not move.

"Attacking the weak without cause violates the Sect rules of our Green Wood Cliff."

"You..."

Song Chengshan believed he could defeat her, but it would require significant effort. Moreover, if he fought her, it would let the Saintess's side take advantage of the situation.

Bai Zijin scrutinized Ling Hao and the others for a moment:

"Fellow Daoist, your judgment must be wrong. The range of this Erosion Source Blood Tree's erosion qi output is no more than three thousand li, which indeed falls into the category of a Sixth-Rank Erosion Source Blood Tree. A Body Integration Stage Cultivator is sufficient to handle it."

She paused, her eyes slightly narrowed,

"Besides, this area belongs to the Green Wood Cliff's territory. The three of you should leave quickly."

Fang Qianyi nodded slightly:

"If you stay any longer and a fight actually breaks out, I might not be able to protect you."

The Disciples behind Tang Yuanxiang and Han Wuji sneered:

"Exactly. Elder Song's famous technique, the 'Seven Palms of Mountain Shattering,' can shatter a mountain with one palm. When seven palms are stacked, even a Late Stage Body Integration Cultivator cannot withstand it. It is normal for Elder Fang to be unable to defeat him, but as for him, I doubt he could even withstand three palms."

Another Disciple laughed:

"Three palms? You think too highly of him. With that aura of his, he is at most in the early Soul Transformation stage; he would be begging for mercy on his knees after one palm."

Amidst the mockery, An Ruosu was suddenly stunned.

She recognized that voice.

It was the voice that had warned her amidst the chaos on the walls of Qixia City.

At that time, she had wanted to save someone but was seized by the Erosion Beast. It was that very voice that had prompted her, allowing her to avoid serious injury and learn the weak point of that vile beast, ultimately enabling her to successfully slay it.

That voice was exactly the same as the person in front of her.

An Ruosu stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply:

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist. If it weren't for your secret reminder in Qixia City, Ruosu would not have been able to slay that Nascent Soul Erosion Beast."

As the words fell, everyone from the three parties looked at Ling Hao in unison.

This person had secretly guided An Ruosu, allowing her to slay the Nascent Soul Erosion Tiger?

Tang Yuanxiang frowned:

"You are truly even more useless than I imagined, actually needing someone else's guidance to make a kill."

An Ruosu turned a deaf ear to this mockery.

Bai Zijin looked at her Junior Sister in surprise, then looked at Ling Hao.

"Junior Sister, you..."

An Ruosu raised her left hand and smiled,

"Senior Sister, didn't you say earlier that my left hand was almost ruined? Without his reminder, that might have actually happened."

Bai Zijin understood instantly and cupped her hands towards Ling Hao,

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist."

She hesitated for a moment, then said,

"Regarding this Erosion Source Blood Tree, please do not intervene, Fellow Daoist. After this matter is over, I will send you a suitable gift as a token of gratitude."

Ling Hao shook his head.

"I said, you cannot do it."

Being emphasized again, the expressions of Tang Yuanxiang, Han Wuji, and the others became even uglier.

Behind Tang Yuanxiang, a young Disciple with a sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked appearance rolled his eyes around.

He had always been good at reading expressions and was best at currying favor with the Saintess. Seeing Tang Yuanxiang's displeased expression, he immediately wanted to show himself off.

He looked up and down at Ling Hao and the others: a young man in a green shirt, a cold and ethereal woman in a moon-white dress, and that petite little girl with silver ornaments who was only about 1.5 meters tall.

A family of three? Dong Duoduo sneered,

"Looking at the three of you, are you a family of three here to play? This is the Erosion Source Blood Tree! This is no place for you to sightsee!"

The people beside him chimed in,

"Exactly, just because you have some cultivation, you want to imitate the supreme experts in novels and plays, roaming freely with your family."

Dong Duoduo looked at Yue Xinlan with a grin:

"This little girl is quite cute, but unfortunately, she followed the wrong parents."

"Little girl, your father is ignorant. Call me 'Brother' and listen, when the fight starts later, I will protect you—"

Before he could finish his sentence.

Yue Xinlan didn't even lift her eyelids and waved her hand casually.

That fair, tender little hand brushed by lightly, as if she were merely shooing away an annoying fly.

Dong Duoduo's figure vanished from where he stood.

Boom—boom—boom—three dead trees exploded one after another, wood chips flying everywhere. The fourth thick, dead tree trunk shook violently, and Dong Duoduo was embedded into the trunk, spitting blood from his mouth, his head lolling to the side, unaware of whether he was dead or alive.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Tang Yuanxiang's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Han Wuji's expression also froze.

"What..."

"This..."

The three great Body Integration Stage Elders looked at each other, cold sweat pouring down.

Among so many of them, not a single person had seen when Yue Xinlan made her move, nor had they been able to react in any way.

Song Chengshan wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead:

"That palm just now... I couldn't capture anything. Her cultivation... Void Tempering?"

The old woman Chen Shucui, who was following beside Tang Yuanxiang, gasped:

"Such a young child... Void Refinement Stage? Then her parents—"

Eyes fell collectively on Ling Hao.

If the daughter is at the Void Refinement Stage, then her father, what kind of terrifying cultivation must he have? Mahayana?

For a moment, the Cultivators who had just been mocking Ling Hao all subconsciously stepped back half a pace.

Yue Xinlan's little face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she said word by word:

"I—am—not—his—daughter."

Ling Hao added silently from the side: "Indeed not."

Yu Lingshuang's mouth curled up slightly, and she was already blooming with joy inside. It was rare to see this Supreme Baiyan so frantic.

She echoed with a straight face,

"Mm, really not."

If she weren't afraid of angering this Supreme Baiyan, she would have wanted to say,

"Good daughter, don't be angry."

Yue Xinlan turned her head abruptly to glare at Ling Hao, her purple-gold vertical pupils almost spitting fire: "Shut up!"

Ling Hao secretly gave a thumbs up to Yu Lingshuang. Yue Xinlan's Killing Intent swept over like a physical force, and he sheepishly withdrew it.

Bai Zijin couldn't help but ask An Ruosu in a low voice:

"Junior Sister Ruosu, is this Senior... really not the daughter of that Fellow Daoist... Senior?"

An Ruosu shook her head blankly: "I don't know either..."

Fang Qianyi wiped the sweat from her forehead, her voice drifting:

"Regardless of whether she is or not, this little aunt-ancestor is definitely not someone we can provoke right now."

Just as everyone's attention was drawn by Yue Xinlan, the ground suddenly shook violently.