Zheng Ling'er in Peril!

Inside the Zheng Family's Library Pavilion.

A vast collection of cultivation methods and spells was stored there.

It was said that

among them was a Fire Element cultivation method that had reached High-grade.

Countless Rogue Cultivators with Fire spiritual roots coveted it.

Furthermore, the cultivation methods of the other four attributes included Medium-grade ones, and they were among the finest.

"I hope this favor can earn me one chance to enter the Library Pavilion."

Li Chang'an pondered.

Outsiders found it difficult to enter the Zheng Family's Library Pavilion.

Even family disciples

generally had to accumulate contributions before they could enter the Library Pavilion to select cultivation methods and spells.

"This time, I need to face two late Qi Refining stage enemies. Although the Hexagram Image says it is auspicious, I still cannot be careless."

Li Chang'an stared at the Hexagram Image for a long while.

"Since Zheng Songhe is a Zheng Family Elder, he must be at the late Qi Refining stage. He can handle one enemy."

Under normal circumstances,

Li Chang'an only needed to deal with one late Qi Refining stage enemy.

Whether he used the Puppet or sent Da Huang directly, neither would be a problem.

But he had always been cautious.

Everything had to be prepared for according to the worst-case scenario.

"I need to prepare a few more life-saving Talismans for Da Huang. If things look wrong, he should run."

Li Chang'an pondered.

He simulated all sorts of possibilities in his mind.

Time gradually passed.

Before he knew it,

the entire night had gone by.

The next day, in the Early Morning.

Li Chang'an altered his aura and left the Marketplace.

Following his usual route, he headed straight for the Black Market.

Not long after,

he halted as he heard the sounds of battle.

"Sure enough, I ran into them."

With a thought, Li Chang'an had the Profound Water Turtle use its Borrowing Law Talent.

Afterward,

he used several Talismans that concealed his aura, suppressing it to its lowest point.

"Let's see what the situation is."

Li Chang'an's figure flashed. Using the Lesser Five Elements Escape Technique, he silently merged into the earth.

Ahead,

not far away,

Mana raged as a fierce battle unfolded.

Li Chang'an saw four Human Figures, with Zheng Ling'er in her white dress standing out in particular.

"That old man protecting Zheng Ling'er should be her grandfather, Zheng Songhe."

The situation was much as Li Chang'an had imagined.

Zheng Ling'er was not strong enough. She could only use Talismans, Artifacts, and the like to affect the two enemies as much as possible.

But the effect was minimal.

Zheng Songhe was practically fighting one against two.

At that moment,

a fire dragon formed from Mana soared into the sky, rolling with blazing flames, baring its fangs and claws, its powerful aura enough to make one's heart tremble.

This was the Zheng Family's Medium-grade Fire Element spell, Fire Dragon's Roar!

"Go!"

Zheng Songhe's beard and hair flared, his Magic Robe snapping in the wind. With a sweep of his hand,

the fire dragon roared and immediately lunged at the two black-clad cultivators.

"Heh heh, Zheng Songhe, is that all you've got?"

The two black-clad cultivators neither dodged nor evaded, their faces utterly fearless.

Water Element Mana rippled around them. Both were Water spiritual root cultivators.

The Five Elements restrained one another.

Water Element happened to restrain Fire Element!

"Nether Water Arrow!"

The two used the same spell in unison.

Surging Water Element Mana transformed into countless deadly water arrows, erupting in an instant as they shot toward the fire dragon.

Rumble!

Water and fire collided, the sound shaking heaven and earth.

After only a few breaths, the fire dragon let out a mournful cry, unable to sustain itself as it dissipated on the spot.

The remaining water arrows did not slow, all shooting toward Zheng Songhe.

"Defend!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zheng Songhe sent out a ray of Spiritual Light that transformed into a Defensive magical artifact, blocking the space before him and Zheng Ling'er.

Countless water arrows slammed into the artifact, producing booming explosions.

The artifact trembled.

It seemed barely able to hold on.

Zheng Songhe struggled to maintain it, his face paling somewhat.

"Tsk tsk, a Zheng Family Elder, yet only this much."

The two black-clad cultivators gave strange laughs.

Zheng Songhe said nothing, still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Neither of them was weaker than him, and their attributes restrained his even more.

Facing even one of them would have been difficult.

Let alone two.

Moreover,

he also had to divide his attention to protect his granddaughter, Zheng Ling'er.

"Ling'er, I'll find a way to hold these two back. When the time comes, don't hesitate. If you get the chance, leave!"

Zheng Songhe spoke to Zheng Ling'er through voice transmission, his tone heavy.

At his words, Zheng Ling'er's heart trembled. She said urgently,

"Grandfather, I can help you."

"There's nothing you can help with. Just listen to me!"

Zheng Songhe's attitude was resolute.

Zheng Ling'er grew even more anxious, wanting to do something.

But she quickly realized

that in this situation, there was nothing she could do!

If she stayed, she would only drag her grandfather down.

"If only I had Sister Qingqing's cultivation..."

Tears welled in her eyes as a deep sense of helplessness spread through her heart.

At this moment,

the attacks of the two black-clad cultivators grew increasingly fierce.

Spell after spell bombarded Zheng Songhe's Defensive magical artifact, while surging Water Element Mana churned outward.

"Old man, stop forcing yourself!"

"No matter how much you struggle, it's futile. Why bother?"

Their words were full of mockery.

Then,

Zheng Songhe suddenly swallowed a Spirit Burst Pill, and his aura abruptly surged.

Terrifying Fire Element Mana spread out, as though it would scorch the entire heavens and earth red.

He pointed forward.

Streams of blazing flames intertwined, instantly forming a Cage that trapped the two within.

Medium-grade Spell, Flame Cage!

"Ling'er, go now!"

Knowing the Cage could not trap them for long, Zheng Songhe immediately transmitted his voice to Zheng Ling'er.

"Grandfather..."

Zheng Ling'er's eyes brimmed with tears, her heart filled with boundless reluctance.

Yet she did not hesitate.

She immediately used every means of escape she possessed, transforming into a Flowing Light as she turned and fled toward the Marketplace.

"Hmph, trying to run?"

The two black-clad cultivators snorted coldly.

They joined forces.

Together, they cast their spells.

After merely a few breaths, they broke through the Flame Cage.

"I'll chase the girl. You stay here and don't let this old man get away."

"Fine!"

The two divided their tasks.

One of them flashed forward, his speed soaring as he chased in the direction Zheng Ling'er had fled.

Zheng Songhe tried to stop him.

But the other let out a sinister chuckle and blocked his path.

"Old man, you can barely save yourself, and you still want to save someone else?"

"Bastard!"

Anxious-eyed, Zheng Songhe glanced toward the direction Zheng Ling'er had escaped.

Although his Mana was stronger now, no matter what methods he used, he could not break through this man's obstruction.

Moreover,

the Spirit Burst Pill's effect would not last much longer.

At this moment,

Zheng Ling'er was fleeing at top speed.

As a Zheng Family disciple, she naturally carried quite a few treasures meant for escape.

Unfortunately,

the gap in strength between the two sides was simply too great.

In only a moment,

the black-clad cultivator had already caught up.

"Heh heh, little girl, why are you running? You're merely changing the place where you die."

At those words, Zheng Ling'er's body trembled.

Watching the black-clad cultivator draw closer and closer,

a measure of despair rose in her heart.

Just then, an unexpected change erupted.

Whoosh!

A Flying Needle as thin as a hair appeared from nowhere and instantly shot toward the back of the black-clad cultivator's head.

A warning flared in the black-clad cultivator's Heart Sense, and every hair on his body stood on end.

But it was already too late to dodge.

Pssh!

The strange Flying Needle pierced straight into his brain.

Terrifying Mana abruptly erupted within his skull.

His body stiffened, then slowly collapsed to the ground.

His aura vanished completely.

He was dead!