Seeing Yan Yuyan Again

Feng Qi felt utterly wronged and unable to defend himself.

What merit do I possess to be able to compete with all the women in the Spring Night Pavilion?

Is he really courting death?

He immediately realized what was happening.

He seemed to have been led astray by Mu Yunxin's unreasonable nagging.

I'm here to catch the culprit, not to flirt with him.

His face turned cold, and his voice carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Miss Mu, we witnessed the murderer escape into the Spring Night Pavilion. No matter how you try to justify yourself, you can't protect the murderer. If you don't know what's good for you, we'll have no choice but to force our way into the Spring Night Pavilion."

"However, there are many fairies in the Spring Night Pavilion. If we accidentally injure a few of them, Miss Mu, please don't blame us."

Faced with Feng Qi's threat, Mu Yunxin's expression gradually turned cold.

"Young Master Feng, although my Spring Night Pavilion is all women, we are not people who can be bullied."

The atmosphere in the Spring Night Pavilion gradually became heavy, and a sense of impending doom spread through the air.

"Since Miss Mu insists on protecting the murderer, then I have no choice but to force my way in," Feng Qi said coldly.

"Does Young Master Feng intend to fight me in the market? With our strength, we'd probably be fighting before a winner was decided, and half the market would be destroyed."

Mu Yunxin and Feng Qi were of similar cultivation levels, both at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage.

Mu Yunxin was worried that the aftereffects of their battle would affect Spring Night Pavilion, causing too many casualties among its fellow disciples.

Feng Qi was also concerned that the damage to the market would be too great.

"Then I'll wait for you on the Xiao Shan ten miles to the east."

After speaking, Feng Qi turned to Song Wen and the other two and said to Leng Tianlu.

"I request that the three elders keep a close watch on the Spring Night Pavilion Xu Yi to enter or leave. I'm going to meet Miss Mu."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew towards the east side of the market.

Following closely behind, Mu Yunxin also flew eastward.

Soon, strong fluctuations of spiritual energy emanated from the eastern sky.

"Elder Wu, who do you think is stronger between the two of them?" Liu Jiang asked.

Song Wen shook his head, "It's hard to say. Feng Chang works in the Law Enforcement Hall, specializing in the art of killing. In terms of combat strength, he should be hard to match among those of the same rank."

"Mu Yunxin is no ordinary person to be in charge of the Spring Night Pavilion. Moreover, the charm techniques of the Blissful Union Sect are unparalleled in the Cultivation World. One could easily fall victim to them if one is not careful."

Upon hearing Song Wen's analysis, Liu Jiang nodded.

Leng Tianlu was somewhat displeased.

He looked at Song Wen with disdain, his tone full of mockery.

"Hmph! You frog in a well, how dare you comment on Feng Chang? Feng Chang is a renowned Technique Method genius in our Law Enforcement Hall, with Fire Element Technique Method mastered to perfection. During the Righteous-Demonic War, he, who was only at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage at the time, single-handedly killed Foundation Establishment Peak Stage Devil Cultivator."

Upon hearing this, both Song Wen and Liu Jiang were horrified.

To kill Foundation Establishment Peak Stage Devil Cultivator with the Foundation Establishment Late Stage is indeed a remarkable achievement.

Leng Tianlu was very satisfied with Song Wen's reaction. He raised his head with a hint of pride and looked up at the eastern sky.

It was as if he was the one who had slain the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage Devil Cultivator.

Song Wen and Liu Jiang both looked eastward.

The towering flames dyed half of the eastern sky red.

Countless fiery rains fell from the sky, igniting vast swathes of dense forest below and setting them ablaze.

The final result was exactly as Leng Tianlu had predicted.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Feng Qi was unharmed and returned to the Spring Night Pavilion on his sword.

With blood at the corner of her Mu Yunxin looked quite disheveled as she followed Feng Qi back to the Spring Night Pavilion.

"Miss Mu, the battle is over. I don't want to go on a killing spree at the Spring Night Pavilion. Hand over the person."

Feng Qi said arrogantly.

Mu Yunxin's injuries were quite severe, and she could barely stand by leaning against the door frame of the Spring Night Pavilion.

She gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain from her injuries, without saying a word.

Two women ran out of the Spring Night Pavilion and helped Mu Yunxin up.

One of the women was Ji Ruxue.

The other woman had a small bell hanging from her waist.

Song Wen and Liu Jiang exchanged a glance.

This bell is almost identical to the bell carried by the people who attacked the Spirit-Nurturing Workshop.

"Senior Sister Mu, are you alright?"

The woman, who wore a small bell, asked with concern.

"Xiao Gu, I'm fine. He wouldn't dare to kill me."

Xiao Gu raised her head, her eyes filled with anger, and stared at Feng Qi with resentment.

"My name is Xi Xiaogu, and her name is Ji Ruxue. We are the two murderers who attacked your Spirit-Nurturing Workshop. If you have the guts, come at us."

Feng Qi said, "Since you two admit that you killed the dozens of the Beast Taming Sect members at the Spirit-Nurturing Workshop, then come with us."

Xi Xiaogu said coldly.

"You're not qualified to arrest us."

Feng Qi raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh? So you two Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivators are stronger than Miss Mu, a Foundation Establishment Peak Stage?"

Ji Ruxue suddenly interjected.

"We are no match for you, but someone can easily defeat you."

Before she could finish speaking, a fiery red figure flew rapidly from the horizon.

The person who arrived was extremely fast, exceeding the limits of Foundation Establishment cultivator, and arrived in front of the Spring Night Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

Her flowing skirt and bright red dress billowed in the wind, exuding a dashing and heroic air.

His eyes were bright and piercing, as if they held the glint of swords.

Upon seeing the person's appearance, Song Wen's eyes widened in surprise.

The person who arrived was none other than Yan Yuyan, Golden Core cultivator from the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, whom he had met once before.

Her severed arm has been reattached.

Moreover, Song Wen was able to clearly perceive it.

Yan Yuyan's cultivation level had noticeably improved since their first meeting.

She simply stood there quietly, yet she exuded a strong sense of oppression, as if a mountain peak stood before one, inspiring awe and fear.

Yan Yuyan's expression was indifferent, her cold gaze sweeping over Song Wen and the other three before finally settling on Leng Tianlu.

"It was you who injured my disciple!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Before Leng Tianlu's terrified eyes, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared, slashing towards Leng Tianlu with lightning speed.

Leng Tianlu couldn't even react before the sword light slashed through his chest.

A flash of blood.

A horrific, gruesome wound ran from Leng Tianlu's right shoulder all the way down to his lower left abdomen.

Leng Tianlu was like a kite with a broken string, thrown far away.

Fresh blood was scattered through the air.

After being thrown hundreds of meters, Leng Tianlu crashed heavily into a courtyard.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The sudden turn of events left Song Wen and his two companions speechless with fear, daring not to make the slightest move.

Although this place is the territory of the Beast Taming Sect, what if Yan Yuyan disregards the consequences and suddenly kills someone?

Song Wen and the other two could only die with their grievances unfulfilled.

After injuring Leng Tianlu, Yan Yuyan turned her gaze to Feng Qi.

"It was you who injured Junior Nephew Mu!"

Feng Qi's face turned deathly pale, and a strong sense of fear welled up in his heart.

The horrific state of Leng Tianlu was still vivid in my mind.

"Senior, you are wise. Miss Mu and I were merely sparring; I did not use any force."