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"Yang Shenlong?"

The restless onlookers around them were all startled when they heard that name.

There were quite a few cultivators across the Four Seas and Nine Provinces, and ordinary folk were not particularly surprised to see a few. But top disciples of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect like Yang Shenlong and Chu Liang were truly a rare sight.

Of course, even if that title was fake, the formidable strength Lin Bei had displayed was enough to shock them. There might have been cultivators among the crowd, but they were merely figures who lorded over the nearby villages and towns—how capable could they be? The moment they saw the cultivation he revealed with a single move, none dared step forward.

Lin Bei rarely had opportunities to show off like this. He immediately puffed out his chest, raised his head, and shouted, "You dare conduct such an evil ritual on the land of the Nine Provinces, plotting against innocent men, women, and children? Running into me today is your misfortune! Surrender at once and let me—"

Before he could finish his lines, Chu Liang had already lost patience and stepped forward to yank open the curtain.

He did not need to see for himself; he needed the scholar's resentful spirit in the treasure bottle against his chest to see clearly whether this truly was his daughter.

Though the scholar's resentful spirit did not dare show himself, his soul power was no longer weak, and he could sense the scene around him. The instant he saw the girl, he immediately responded to Chu Liang. "This is our daughter! Young hero, you must save her!"

"Rest assured," Chu Liang replied.

When he looked again at the surrounding townsfolk, his gaze had grown far darker.

The old man in black had already stepped forward