The Oriole Lurks Behind

Zuoqiu Liang's expression finally changed at those words. He watched Yunxi approach at a measured pace, his guard up, while the evil cultivator raised his brows and looked at her.

"Where did you come from?"

Yunxi's beautiful eyes shifted as she said,

"Boss Wen was erased. I followed the Sect of Endurance cultivators who traded with him all the way here. I didn't expect to run into you. It seems our missions overlap."

When the evil cultivator heard Yunxi mention Boss Wen and knew that he had already fallen, he relaxed his guard. Still, he asked coldly,

"Are you sure the Sect of Endurance cultivators came back here?"

"Of course. Otherwise, I would not have tracked them here. We should each complete our own task."

Yunxi looked as though they had best stay out of each other's business, and that was clearly what the evil cultivator wanted as well. He immediately waved a hand.

"You aren't needed here—"

Before he could finish, he fell into a daze for an instant. Though it lasted only half a breath, that was enough for Yunxi to act. She teleported before the evil cultivator. A Mysterious Ice Needle had already pierced his brow, while her hand, wreathed in the Exotic Flame Ziyan, stabbed swiftly and ruthlessly into his Dantian and forcibly tore out his Nascent Soul.

The next instant, Ziyan reduced the evil cultivator's body to ash.

Yunxi raised a hand and cast a sealing talisman onto the Nascent Soul, then stuffed it into a jade bottle and added another seal. Only then did she toss the bottle into her Storage Bracelet. Looking at the still-wary Zuoqiu Liang and the three female cultivators staring wide-eyed, she smiled and twirled the round fan in her hand.

"This Venerable helped you. How will you thank me?"