138: My little daughter, Yan Qingqing, is here to welcome the Holy Son.

When Abbot Mi and the others saw 128 flesh and blood golden bodies appear, they secretly sighed that things were not good.

"If we continue to waste time with them, our magic power will be exhausted."

"The meat that reached our mouths, we can only watch it fall."

Although unwilling, Abbot Mi and the others dared not continue to waste time.

These evil God Avatars, who appeared from who knows where, had low combat power, but seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Several behemoths bombarded each other, and even if Li Yan's Yin Magic Avatar had its head blown off, it could quickly recover.

An endless stream of Qi surged from his Qi Sea, making Abbot Mi and the others no match at all.

And the longer they dragged it out, the more disadvantageous it became for them, so these corpse Cultivators thought it over and ultimately gave up on this 'meat that reached their mouths'.

As the corpse Cultivators dispersed, Li Yan, sitting in the cave, frowned.

"How boring, they run away when they can't win?"

"A war of attrition works against them, but if Feather Transformation Realm Cultivators want to run, I really can't stop thousands of them."

Li Yan did want to kill them all, but his strength didn't allow it.

However, this battle allowed him to discover the mysteries of the Blood Dao Pattern and the Heavenly Ancient Dao Pattern.

Utilizing the conflict between the two, he could generate Qi out of thin air within his body.

This meant that he didn't need to rely on any external force to possess endless magic power.

But there was one more thing.

The corpse Cultivators had dispersed, but the Cultivators of Cloud City and the Blood Servant Sect were now staring at each other.

Before, with the corpse Cultivators present, they had to unite and fight the enemy together.

But when the corpse Cultivators dispersed, it was impossible for the Cultivators and blood magic cultivators to see eye to eye.

If there were no accidents, the two sides would likely fight again.

Li Yan naturally didn't want to see 'his own people' fighting 'his own people'.

With a thought, he gave Su Mo an order.

[Fighting will result in mutual destruction and will attract corpse Cultivators.]

Li Yan silently transmitted this order to Su Mo through their contract.

This thought appeared in Su Mo's mind, but she didn't realize she was being controlled by Li Yan.

"Yan Poshan, if you and I fight fiercely here, we will surely attract corpse Cultivators."

Yan Poshan cupped his hands and said, "I agree with Su Hall Master's statement."

"If you and I fight again, we'll soon be taken back by those rats from the stinking ditch and boiled into soup."

At this moment, Yan Poshan's mind was entirely focused on Li Yan's safety.

He didn't want to continue fighting, but rather to quickly take Li Yan away to a safe place.

The two sides quickly reached a tacit understanding and dispersed.

Su Mo led the Elders and Protectors back to Cloud City.

Only after those Cultivators left did Li Yan emerge from the cave.

Yan Poshan, floating in mid-air, saw him immediately.

"Saint!"

Yan Poshan transformed into Qi and instantly appeared before Li Yan.

He knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and cupped his fists, saying, "This subordinate was late in coming to your rescue! I hope Saint will forgive me."

Li Yan waved his hand, "That's not your problem."

"I'm just a little curious, who exactly leaked my whereabouts?"

As soon as these words were spoken, cold sweat broke out on Yan Poshan's forehead: "Saint, are you suspecting me?"

"No."

Li Yan shook his head, "If you wanted to harm me, why would you fight so desperately for me?"

"I saw your desperate efforts just now."

Upon receiving Li Yan's affirmation, Yan Poshan secretly rejoiced in his heart.

The blood and sweat he had just shed were not in vain; the Saint had recognized his contribution.

Yan Poshan's eyes darted around, and he offered a guess.

"Saint, it might be that old hag from the Su Family, secretly playing dirty."

Li Yan did not rush to condemn anyone; the truth of the matter had not yet been thoroughly investigated.

His expression was calm, and he spoke softly.

"It's hard to say. The traitors lurking within us can only be slowly rooted out. The most urgent task is to leave this place as soon as possible."

Yan Poshan, with his head lowered, secretly glanced at Li Yan.

This Saint truly was a Saint.

He was ambushed, almost died here, yet he could remain so composed.

And those 128 flesh and blood Avatars... where did they come from?

Yan Poshan tentatively asked, "Saint, those 128 Avatars?"

"Yes, I released them."

Li Yan admitted it frankly; there was no need to hide it. Anyone in the Blood Servant Sect who wasn't an idiot could guess that he had released them.

There was no need to pretend to be confused in front of smart people; that would only make him look like a fool.

Yan Poshan had also vaguely guessed that those Avatars were related to Li Yan.

But when he heard Li Yan admit it himself, his heart still skipped a beat.

"One hundred and twenty-eight flesh and blood Avatars, oh my goodness."

"Saint must have maintained so many Avatars through Divine Descent, using Divine Power, right?"

Now, Yan Poshan was even more convinced that Li Yan had used the power of an ancient god to achieve such strength.

His gaze towards Li Yan also became increasingly respectful.

"Saint, please board the airship!"

"That is our Blood Servant Sect's Dragon Blood Warship, a mobile palace specially prepared for you. From now on, it belongs to you, Saint."

Following the direction Yan Poshan pointed, Li Yan saw a black and red warship floating and approaching him.

Li Yan took a look; the warship was smeared with Dragon Blood and covered in Bloodline Talismans.

To welcome the Saint, the Blood Servant Sect had spared no expense and put on quite a show.

Li Yan's lips curved upwards, his hands clasped behind his back, and he swaggered onto the deck of the warship.

"Sect Leader Yan, you've really gone all out."

Yan Poshan chuckled dryly, "For Saint, all of this is only right."

"In today's Immortal Cultivation World, Immortal remnants are entrenched in major Immortal Cities, eyeing us covetously."

"The corpse Cultivators who crawled out of the latrines are also ambushing and encroaching upon our Blood Cultivators' territory."

"I believe that only under your leadership, Saint, will we Blood Cultivators rise again!"

Yan Poshan shouted various inspiring words in front of everyone.

This old fellow had good eloquence. To transform from an ordinary bandit into a Feather Transformation Realm Sect Master, he certainly had something going for him.

He praised Li Yan to the heavens, placing all his bets on Li Yan.

He only hoped that when Li Yan became the Blood Cultivator Dao Master in the future, his Blood Servant Sect would also rise with him.

However, Yan Poshan didn't know that the person in front of him was no easy target.

Even the Bloodline Emperor Lord would get a headache when he saw him.

Yan Poshan bringing Li Yan into the world of Blood Cultivators was simply inviting a wolf into the house!

But at this moment, no one knew of Li Yan's terror.

He also calmly enjoyed all of this.

After observing the Dragon Blood Warship, Li Yan was very satisfied with this mobile palace.

From here, he could begin to develop all the Bloodline Emperor Lord's followers into loyal servants of Li Yan.

Just then, the wooden door in front opened.

A young woman who looked strikingly similar to Moonlit Sword Immortal came in, carrying a basin of water.

"My name is Yan Qingqing, and I have specially brought holy water for Saint to wash away the dust of your journey."