Ling Qiyue was slightly surprised, but it hardly mattered. She directed her fully intact Nine-Headed Daoist Soldier Puppet to besiege the enemy, with Meng Feiyu providing support from behind.

Fu Yin Xue was now clad in gleaming Heavy Armor, wielding a dark, heavy Gilded Coiling Dragon Staff. Her beautiful eyes held a chilling killing intent as she carved a path through the crowd with wide, sweeping motions, utterly unstoppable. The roar of thunder followed in her wake, leaving a trail of cultivators with broken bones and snapped sinews, their screams of agony echoing in the chaos.

The desperate counterattacks of the Haoyue Sect cultivators rained down upon her, yet they had almost no effect. Ordinary Divine Techniques and attacks from Spiritual Artifacts couldn't even breach her Defense.

In fact, before Fu Yin Xue became his Dao Companion, even Ling Changqing hadn't known she was a Body Cultivator. After all, he had never seen her in action.

In the fierce melee, Ling Changqing, Ling Yulu, and Ling Zhiqing fought freely, weaving through the battlefield on their Top Grade Spiritual Artifact Flying Swords. They primarily targeted the ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Before long, more than twenty Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment Cultivators had fallen at Ling Changqing's hands.

"...We don't have much time left. We have to hurry!"

Ling Yulu said nervously.

She was certain it wouldn't be long before the Haoyue Sect cultivators attacking their clan headquarters received the news and rushed back as reinforcements. Both sides were in a race against time.

Ling Changqing, however, was wondering, 'What is that Nascent Soul Ancestor from before up to?'

'Even if he can't fight, will he still try some desperate, last-ditch move?'

After decapitating another Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Ling Changqing charged into the inner chambers, where he was met by more than a dozen cultivators. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

With a collective shout, his opponents unleashed a barrage of lightning, fire snakes, Ice Arrows, and poisonous vines, causing the defensive barrier of his Glazed Yellow Umbrella to waver precariously.

Ling Changqing remained unfazed, directing his Blood Shadow Sword in a vicious counterattack. Streaks of blood-red light surged and crisscrossed, tearing through his opponents' defenses and cutting down those who failed to block, one by one.

The offensive power of this Top Grade Spiritual Artifact, which he had taken from a Feng Family cultivator in Yuzhou, certainly did not disappoint.

A dozen breaths later, under the relentless assault, the Glazed Yellow Umbrella's defensive light barrier finally gave out, shattering into a myriad of light fragments.

The surviving cultivators saw their opening. Roaring, they surged forward, launching a desperate, all-out assault.

Several Magical Artifact and Spiritual Artifact-level Flying Swords slashed viciously across Ling Changqing's shoulders, chest, and waist, but failed to leave a single mark.

A barrage of lightning bolts, fireballs, and Ice Arrows slammed into him next, yet they still failed to cause him any harm.

"Another Body Cultivator?"

A Pseudo Core Cultivator from the Haoyue Sect remarked, his expression grim. 'And not an ordinary one, by the looks of it.'

'Either he's already a Golden Core Master, or his Body Cultivation Technique is of an extremely high grade. That's the only way he could ignore such a concentrated barrage.'

Of course, the man couldn't know the reason. The *Long Xiang Fan Brahma Scripture* that Ling Changqing practiced was an Earth Grade Technique, and he had already reached the second level. He was far beyond what an ordinary Foundation Establishment or Pseudo Core Cultivator could handle.

Only a genuine Magical Treasure or a concentrated assault of powerful Third Grade Divine Techniques could possibly threaten Ling Changqing, and even then, defeating him completely would be no easy task.

The Pseudo Core Cultivator glanced behind him, subconsciously hesitating. 'Should I just cut my losses and run? After all, the tide has turned against the Haoyue Sect…'

'...and if I lose my life, I lose everything.'

Across from him, the handsome, black-clad youth advanced step by step, his pace deceptively fast. With cold eyes, he controlled the blood-colored Flying Sword, which slashed through all who stood in its way.

A late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator tried to block his path, protected by four thick layers of defensive light. But the blood-colored Sword Aura tore through them with ease. All four barriers shattered, and the cultivator was instantly sliced in two at the waist.

This was, of course, the power of the Earth Grade Technique, the *True Understanding of the Sword Dao*. When paired with the Blood Shadow Sword, its lethality was enough to strike fear into the heart of even the Pseudo Core Cultivator.

"Those who stand in my way... die!"

Ling Changqing's expression was impassive. As his Sword Qi surged, it tore through everything in its path. Within a hundred-foot radius, no one was left alive.

The *Taiyin Moonlight Divine Heart Refining Scripture* strengthened his Divine Soul Origin, while the *Langhuan Celestial Essence Secret Manual* increased his maximum Mana Capacity. When combined with the power of the *Supreme Profound Oceanic Soft Water Technique*, his endurance in battle reached a level that even an ordinary True Pill Cultivator could hardly hope to match.

The Pseudo Core Cultivator gritted his teeth. He suddenly grabbed two Foundation Establishment Cultivators standing behind him and hurled them toward Ling Changqing as his own body vanished in a sudden flash of brilliant light.

Ling Changqing's eyes remained calm. Without a flicker of hesitation, he cleaved the two sacrificial pawns in half. Their mangled bodies flew through the air, spraying blood and viscera.

The remaining Haoyue Sect cultivators were terrified to their core. No one dared to advance another step.

"COUGH COUGH... Utterly useless!"

From deeper within the chamber, a weary, ancient voice suddenly rang out.

'Retreat!'

The word screamed in Ling Changqing's mind as he suddenly sensed immense danger. A bone-chilling cold erupted from the depths of his Divine Soul.

At the same time, Ling Qiyue, Meng Feiyu, and Fu Yin Xue, who were fighting farther away, also sensed that something was amiss and frantically rushed toward him.

"HEH HEH HEH... I've finally found a more suitable body to seize!"

Accompanied by the horrifying, maniacal laughter, a dim, indistinct humanoid silhouette of light descended without warning and shot into Ling Changqing's body.

'…I never would have thought a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator could be so formidable, with such profound Luck and Fortune. You must be hiding an incredible secret…'

That ancient voice continued to echo within Ling Changqing's body.