What Are You Up To, Woman?

Fairy Yanxiao conceded defeat. Yang Tianyou stopped his slashing strike, leaped back several dozen feet, and gently waved his hand. Starlight flew from a distance, landed in his palm, and disappeared.

"You flatter me!" he said with a smile.

Looking at the gentle and kind young man before her, Fairy Yanxiao curled her lips. If it weren't for the lingering threat of death in her mind, she might have believed that this guy was a harmless and kind person.

"Fellow Daoist Taibai, you truly have impressive skills!" Fairy Yanxiao gritted her teeth.

"Not bad!" Yang Tianyou replied casually, leaning on his sword, but his eyes were fixed on the two people fighting not far away.

Fairy Yanxiao was a rather cheerful person. Even though she was defeated, she did not harbor Resentment Qi. On the contrary, she had a good impression of Yang Tianyou's decisiveness in battle, regardless of gender.

Compared to those hypocrites who affectionately call someone a fairy and show mercy in every move, but whose hearts are actually filled with filthy thoughts.

Yang Tianyou's actions truly placed women on an equal footing.

A battle is a battle; no other emotions should be involved.

"What do you think of the two of them? Who do you think will win?" Fairy Yanxiao came to Yang Tianyou's side, took out two light red fruits, threw one to him, and kept one for herself.

She wiped it off casually and took a big, hearty bite, as if it wasn't her who had used seductive tricks, but someone else.

Taking the fruit, Yang Tianyou didn't even check it before taking a bite, right in front of Fairy Yanxiao.

The fruit is plump and juicy, and very delicious.

This performance caught Fairy Yanxiao's eye; it felt quite good to be trusted.

However, what she didn't know was that with the Star-Chart Disk present, Yang Tianyou could act more boldly now, his resistance to all kinds of underhanded schemes had increased dramatically, and he was no longer afraid of what tricks Fairy Yanxiao might use.

"Zhang Daoyuan should have a slight edge!" Yang Tianyou said somewhat vaguely after taking a bite of fruit.

"Why? I think Song Shaojie is stronger. This guy almost got selected as Seven Heroes of Luochuan in the previous generation!" Fairy Yanxiao's beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced at him.

"It's nothing, just a gut feeling!" Yang Tianyou smiled and didn't say anything more.

"Cut..."

Fairy Yanxiao rolled her eyes and said nothing more, focusing intently on watching the two fight.

Zhang Daoyuan and Song Shaojie each used different methods in the arena.

Zhang Daoyuan held a black Ghost-Control Flag in his left hand, from which gusts of yin wind howled.

In his right hand he held a small, bright yellow bell, a magical Law Artifact used by the Corpse Yin Sect to control and refine corpses.

Whoosh! Ring ring!

Black flags fluttered, and bells jingled.

Thirty feet away from Zhang Daoyuan, a five-foot-tall ghost general, clad in black armor, with a blue face and fangs, was wielding a mourning staff, transforming into afterimages as he violently attacked Song Shaojie.

Beside the ghost general, a completely black, metallic-skinned refining corpse stood with a blank expression. Its incomparably sharp iron claws, like two steel forks, tore through the air and viciously stabbed towards Song Shaojie.

Both of these guys possessed combat power at the False Core level, and their simultaneous attack created a formidable force.

However, Song Shaojie was no pushover either. His life-bound Law Artifact was called the Dragon Whisker Rope, Tier 2 Supreme-Grade Law Artifact with both metal and wood attributes.

As Song Shaojie made hand Mudra, the Dragon Whisker Rope snaked upwards, revealing various Artifact Mark. With a gentle pull, it bound Zhang Daoyuan's ghost and corpse tightly, like a dragon blocking a river.

Next, he took out another magical Law Artifact, a golden Flying Sword with extremely dense Geng Metal Qi swirling around its blade. Yang Tianyou recognized the material of this Flying Sword as Geng Metal Crystal.

Clang!

With a Jianming, a golden Sword Gang aura ten zhang long erupted from the Flying Sword, accompanied by bursts of explosive sounds, as it whistled towards the black corpse.

Clearly, Song Shaojie planned to deal with the corpse-refining first, leaving the Vengeful Ghost for later.

"Roar!!"

The corpse seemed to sense the danger and roared suddenly. Its body began to expand rapidly, and the iron-black eerie light became even deeper, with purple-black patterns writhing wildly on its surface.

However, Song Shaojie's Dragon Whisker Rope was not so easy to break free from.

This Law Artifact was forged by his father using the Dragon Whiskers of Third-Tier Lower-Grade Flood Dragon, mixed with many Spirit Materials. After being nurtured by Spiritual Power for many years, its power has increased by 30%.

Once bound by the Dragon Whisker Rope, few at the False Core stage can break free, let alone a Corpse Refining cultivator who has barely reached the False Core- Core stage.

As expected, the corpse struggled a few times but failed to break free. The Sword Gang struck down fiercely.

Clang!!

With a crisp sound, a stream of extremely cold black blood gushed out and landed on the ground, where it actually condensed into a layer of dark, solid ice.

Having landed a successful blow, Song Shaojie couldn't help but show his delight. Not one to let his advantage rest, he continued to urge his Flying Sword on, fiercely attacking the refined corpse.

Seeing this, Zhang Daoyuan showed no panic, gently shaking the bell in his hand.

Ring ring!

The clear, ringing sound of bells traveled out along with the Spiritual Power, and the Iron-Black Refined Corpse heard the sound seemed to have some kind of ability activated.

A layer of black, solid ice, about half a foot thick, was frozen on its surface.

Ding ding!

Ice shards flew and sword light flashed, but the hardness of this layer of ice was truly remarkable. No matter how many times Song Shaojie swung his flying Flying Sword, only about half of it was cut away.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Daoyuan put away the bell, formed a sword with his fingers, held it upright in front of his forehead, and his lips twitched as if he were silently reciting some scripture.

"The deep fragrance resonates with the universe, the Fragrant Incense scent pierces the heavens... Patriarch Shangqing, your disciple Zhang Daoyuan, with my meager cultivation, beseeches your presence..."

"Come!"

With his final shout, a beam of azure light descended from the Unseen, enveloping Zhang Daoyuan's body!

A moment later, a tremendous aura rose up. Although it had not reached the Golden Core, it was still considered to be at the peak of the False Core stage.

"Spirit Possession Technique!"

Song Shaojie's gaze turned serious. He abandoned his plan to chop and refine the corpse, and became fully alert to Zhang Daoyuan.

Buzz!!

The Azure Light spread and then disappeared, leaving only Zhang Daoyuan, whose clothes fluttered and whose aura had greatly increased.

Whoosh!

With his strength greatly increased, Zhang Daoyuan casually flicked his wrist, sending out a Tier 2 Supreme-Grade Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword streaked across the sky. Although it lacked Sword Intent, under the support of Zhang Daoyuan's immense Spiritual Power, it instantly unleashed a cyan Sword Gang far more brilliant than Song Shaojie's Golden Light Sword.

Chant!!

The Flying Sword hummed, and azure Sword Gang energy soared into the sky. As it flashed, the sky was reflected as blue as water, like a flying dragon in the sky, but in reality, it was the shadow of the Flying Sword.

"Snort!"

Song Shaojie snorted coldly, feeling the powerful pressure emanating from the Flying Sword, yet he remained fearless.

It must be said that he still possesses some of the demeanor of an elite disciple of the Luochuan Sect.

Clang!!

The golden Sword Gang shot upwards and collided with the cyan Sword Gang.

Boom!!

The two clashed, unleashing a torrent of Gang Wind Sword Qi that shattered the clouds in the sky and ravaged the earth, rocks, and vegetation below.

Boom! Boom!

The two dragon-like sword lights began to collide wildly, exchanging more than twenty blows in a short period of time.

However, as time went on, cold sweat began to drip down Song Shaojie's forehead, his aura gradually weakened, and his Spiritual Power was rapidly depleted.

In contrast, Zhang Daoyuan remained as imposing as ever, his tall and robust body standing like a towering mountain, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Clang!!

Another sword strike, but this time, the situation changed drastically.

"Not good!"

Song Shaojie exclaimed in surprise, his eyes reflecting the Golden Light Sword that had been knocked away.

The Law Artifact was knocked away, leaving the area wide open. Zhang Daoyuan let out a cold snort, then rode his cyan Flying Sword and slashed straight down.

Song Shaojie still refused to admit defeat. He raised his hands and unleashed a dazzling array of Method Formula.

Streams of Spirit Mark roared out, instantly forming a golden barrier in front of him.

Tier 2 Supreme-Grade Law Technique, Brilliant Golden Light Shield!

Bite!!

The Flying Sword slashed down, the metal clanging crisply, but the golden light shield only dimmed by eighty percent, ultimately blocking the sword strike.

However, Zhang Daoyuan smiled slightly in the distance. With a gentle sway of the Ghost-Control Flag in his left hand, and with the support of an invisible force, the blue-faced, fanged ghost general broke free from the Dragon Whisker Rope and leaped into the air, pouncing towards Song Shaojie.

You win!

Seeing this, Song Shaojie knew that if he continued fighting, he would be powerless to turn the tide and might even be seriously injured on the spot, so he decisively admitted defeat.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost general stopped in mid-air, let out a ghostly howl, and was then put away by Zhang Daoyuan. The refined corpse was also put away by him in the same way.

"You flatter me!"

Zhang Daoyuan cupped his hands and laughed, his voice loud and clear, giving people a sense of heroic grandeur. It was hard to imagine that such a guy would spend his days with ghosts and corpses.

"It's because my skills are inferior; Brother Dao's strength is outstanding, and you won fairly and squarely!" Song Shaojie waved his hand lightly, put away the two Law Artifacts, and forced a smile.

"You're done! Hurry up and fight Brother Yang!" Fairy Yanxiao flew over excitedly, urging him on.

"..."

Zhang Daoyuan remained silent, and Song Shaojie also kept quiet.

You woman, do you really think we don't pay attention to our surroundings when we're fighting?

Yang Tianyou beat you so badly you couldn't fight back, and now you want us to go up and get beaten up too? What are you up to?

"Daoist Friends's strength is unfathomable, so I won't embarrass myself by going up there. I'll leave this Kun Origin Qi to Brother Yang!" After a long silence, Zhang Daoyuan finally spoke.

"Aren't you really going to spar with him? Don't you want to see Brother Yang's strength?" Fairy Yanxiao asked, unwilling to give up.

"..."

Zhang Daoyuan ignored her, went to the place where supplies were piled up, took out the Kun Origin Qi, and handed it to Yang Tianyou.

"Daoist Friends, this Fourth-Tier Mid-Grade Kun Origin Qi is yours. The rest of the supplies will be divided equally among the three of us!"

"That's exactly right!"

Yang Tianyou, who hadn't said a word the whole time, smiled faintly and nodded, agreeing to the allocation plan.

After putting away his Kun Origin Qi, he looked up and saw that the resources in Warehouse No. 1 had already been allocated.

Now, only Xuan Gu from the core area has not yet appeared. Yang Tianyou did not wait any longer, said goodbye to the others, and left.