Song Yan was currently drawing upon the spirit of wind and thunder from the withered tree, and his Sword Dao Seed began to slowly rotate.

Looking towards another cliff, there were two men and one woman.

His Spirit Discernment Art swept over them; besides one male Cultivator who was at Qi Refining Stage 5, the remaining man and woman were both at Qi Refining Stage 6.

"Sister Han, these two mountains are connected here, broad and flat. This should be the place where the Foundation Establishment Senior refined his Spells, as described on the stone tablet."

"Having obtained that incomplete Magical Scroll, this trip has already yielded great rewards. If we can..."

That Loose Cultivator wore a yellow scholar’s robe, with a scholarly air between his brows, appearing very amiable.

He suddenly paused, his gaze fixed on the distance.

He saw a man and a woman standing on the cliff of the opposite valley, while a young Cultivator was sitting cross-legged in front of a withered tree branch, his fingertips drawing upon wind and thunder.

"Brother Zhao!"

The female Cultivator, dressed in red, pointed towards Song Yan from afar: "That’s... a Supreme Spirit of the Thunder Element!"

"According to the inscription below the valley, if one can Cultivate with the Supreme Spirits of Fire, Wind, and Thunder, the Magical Scroll can advance a thousand miles in a day!"

The two exchanged glances, and without consulting the Qi Refining Stage 5 Cultivator, they swiftly attacked.

"A-Ming! Go disturb that person’s cultivation, then come assist us."

"...Yes... Yes, Sister."

The Qi Refining Stage 5 Cultivator was not old, much like Song Yan, but he seemed somewhat timid when fighting others.

Rong Xiaofeng frowned and, together with Wu Huaguo, walked to the middle of the cliff corridor, blocking the three.

"Fellow Daoists..."

Bang!!!

A solid wave of water shot out from the female Cultivator’s side, heading straight for Wu Huaguo’s face.

She had no intention of chatting. If the young Cultivator managed to collect the spiritual item, it would be hard to predict who would win in an evenly matched fight.

Now, with them outnumbering their opponents, they were truly certain of victory!

Who had time to waste on useless chatter with you?!

Almost simultaneously, Wu Huaguo’s Daoist Magic had also been activated, and a flowering tree shot up from the ground in front of her and Rong Xiaofeng.

The ’Pitying Flowers and Understanding Words Scripture’ was incomplete, and when Cultivating it, there was a major drawback: the amount of spiritual energy it could contain at the same Realm was relatively less.

Therefore, Wu Huaguo was extremely careful about controlling her spiritual energy consumption.

Facing the opponent’s extremely fast and aggressive water Spell, the flowering tree she controlled was merely a slender branch.

And it didn’t block head-on, but slightly deviated from the front, causing the opponent’s condensed water column to bounce off at an angle.

Easily resolved.

"Brother Zhao!"

The red-clothed female Cultivator summoned a water-basket-shaped Spiritual Artifact, with surging water-elemental spiritual energy gathering within it, and called out to the scholar-robed Cultivator. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Om--

Spiritual insects flew from Rong Xiaofeng’s sleeves, forming a black cloud behind him... "Insect Cultivator..."

The scholar-robed Cultivator’s eyes narrowed, but he did not retreat. A bamboo scroll in his hand slowly unfurled, and a yellowish-brown spiritual light emerged from it.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

On that side, Wu Huaguo and the red-clothed female Cultivator were evenly matched in their struggle.

Rong Xiaofeng, however, was at a disadvantage in his fight with the scholar-robed Cultivator.

He urged his spiritual insects, but in a single encounter, more than half of them were injured by the opponent’s strange Spell.

For some unknown reason, those earth-elemental spiritual energies made it difficult for his spiritual insects to flap their wings, and with earth and stone Daoist Magic crushing the spiritual insects... it had a restraining effect... "Fellow Daoist Tong..."

Rong Xiaofeng was anxious. Although they admired Song Yan and wanted to befriend him, it was absolutely impossible for them to risk their lives for Song Yan’s benefit.

Song Yan took in the situation on the battlefield, stating concisely: "Half an incense stick."

Half an incense stick?

Rong Xiaofeng was stunned. To be honest, it was much faster than he had imagined.

So he gritted his teeth: "Alright! Just half an incense stick!"

At this moment, in an unnoticed corner.

Xiao He had quietly snuck behind the "Fengyue Cliff" stone tablet.

Wu Huaguo glanced out of the corner of her eye, her gaze shifting, and then a large amount of spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips.

"Life of Plants and Trees!"

Rustle rustle rustle--

On this originally barren Fengyue Cliff, countless tender shoots, green grass, small trees, and wild flowers suddenly grew densely.

Upon closer sniff, there was a faint floral fragrance.

The flowers and grass grew more and more luxuriantly, already covering everyone’s calves.

Xiao He turned her head to look at Wu Huaguo, thinking that this elder sister was very clever.

So she darted away and disappeared into the dense flowers and grass.

The red-clothed female Cultivator and the scholar-robed Cultivator were entangled in battle with Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Huaguo.

On the edge of the battlefield, the young Loose Cultivator seemed to have finally mustered his courage, holding an old, unadorned saber, and attacked Song Yan.

He muttered to himself: "Just one strike, just one strike."

He seemed to be cheering himself on.

However, perhaps due to a lack of experience in fighting and killing, or because the thought of "killing" was too concentrated, he didn’t even form his protective spiritual armor.

Hiss... A cold-blooded animal’s hiss came from his ear.

In the dense flowers and grass beneath his feet, a cold chill quickly crept up his neck.

!

His hair stood on end. He looked back to see a pair of snake eyes, glowing with a greenish-golden light, staring at him mockingly.

Gulp!!

A sharp pain came from his neck.

In a daze, the young man felt the world in his eyes become blurry.

He instinctively swung his saber wildly.

The green snake leaped into the grass, disappearing from everyone’s sight again.

The young Cultivator’s steps were shaky, and he swung his saber wildly. His protective spiritual armor formed belatedly, but then dissipated again due to the disorder of both spiritual and physical strength.

"A-Ming!"

"A... Sister... I..."

The young man’s movements became increasingly slow, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

He fainted.

"Oh?"

Xiao He was a little surprised, tilting her head.

It seemed even she hadn’t expected that there wasn’t much difference between the so-called Middle Stage and Early Stage Qi Refining human Cultivators.

Just like when she was outside Shiliang Town.

"Humans, indeed, are very weak..."

She thought so.

Wu Huaguo no longer held back, everything was aimed at delaying time.

If they were no match, they, as husband and wife, would still have to retreat.

She clasped her hands together, and petals fell, swirling above the cliff corridor.

"Understanding Words!"

The red-clothed female Cultivator suddenly noticed that the veins on the back of her hand were bulging, as if something was about to burst out.

"Ah--"

Bang!

Blood bloomed, and a small purple-leaved flower blossomed on her hand.

The red-clothed female Cultivator staggered back, coughing up several mouthfuls of stagnant blood.

"When did this happen... Scent... Pollen?"

Fortunately, she had made a decisive decision just now, stopping the circulation of spiritual energy and forcing out the other strange wood-elemental foreign objects in her body, otherwise she would likely have been severely injured on the spot.

The scholar-robed Cultivator did not help the female Cultivator; instead, his protective spiritual energy surged.

He clearly understood that swiftly killing this insect Cultivator and then assisting Sister Han was the optimal solution.

Rumble rumble--

Sand and earth surged forward, engulfing the swarm of spiritual insects.

"Not good!"

Rong Xiaofeng wanted to withdraw the insect swarm, but it was too late. He only managed to pull out a small portion.

The scholar-robed Cultivator sneered, and with a distant grasp: "Bury!"

Puff--

Rong Xiaofeng’s mind reeled, and he immediately spat out blood, feeling a great loss of Origin Qi.

Dense piles of insect corpses fell.

In a breath, the sand wave swept towards him again!

Just at this moment.

A Sword Qi shot through the air.

The scholar-robed Cultivator slightly shifted, easily dodging the Sword Qi... "Hmph, petty tricks..."

Hiss!

Where the Sword Qi passed, it actually delayed for a breath, erupting with lightning arcs!

The golden arc easily tore through the scholar-robed Cultivator’s protective spiritual armor, surging into his arm!

"What..."

He grunted, took a few steps back, and urged his spiritual energy to dispel the lightning disaster.

Rong Xiaofeng was able to catch his breath and likewise flew backward.

Everyone looked at the withered tree; there was no wind or thunder on its branches now.

Song Yan, beside them, kept his gaze lowered.

His ink-white Flying Sword lay horizontally in front of him, his left hand forming a sword-finger and gently stroking the sword body.

"Thank you both for protecting me."

Lotus-shaped Sword Qi surged, flowing along his fingertips and covering the sword body.

Where it passed, several faintly flickering golden arcs were left behind.

Om--

The Flying Sword shot towards the scholar-robed Cultivator.

The sword hummed clearly, like thunder.