The Eerie Master
The man with the bulbous nose kept urging his flying sword to slash, blocking the attacks of the Soul-Splitting Blade and saving Yan Yiwen.
He stood suspended in mid-air beside Yan Yiwen, his expression solemn.
"This person is concealing his cultivation level; he should also be a Foundation Establishment Peak Stage cultivator. Moreover, the Thunder Method he wields is incredibly powerful and inexhaustible. Even if we join forces, we would still be no match for him."
"Miss, let's go."
Through the semi-transparent white light shield, Yan Yiwen's gaze, like a sharp poisonous thorn, shot towards Song Wen.
"Retreat? You actually want me to retreat! I gave everything to avenge my people."
"A woman's chastity! Even my life! These things ceased to belong to me the moment I joined the Nine Palaces Sect."
"I have waited bitterly for nearly thirty years, and my enemy is right in front of me, yet you tell me to retreat."
Yan Yiwen's face was filled with resentment and anger.
Her face was distorted and deformed, as if she were insane.
"Miss, as long as we're alive, we can always fight again. Now that we know the enemy's exact identity, as long as we return to the sect alive and get the Supreme Elder to intervene, capturing a mere Foundation Establishment Peak Stage cultivator will be a piece of cake."
Yan Yiwen clenched her teeth, her eyes blazing, and after a long silence, she finally uttered a single word.
"Walk!"
The man with the red nose beamed with joy and shouted loudly to the other two.
"The enemy is too strong, senior brothers, retreat!"
After saying that, he summoned a shield and held it in front of him.
At the same time, a flying sword shot out.
It lunged towards the two trapped fellow disciples.
A flash of sword light appeared.
The flying sword cleaved through the layers of overlapping free-flowing electric light.
"Trying to leave? Too late! Today, this canyon will be your burial ground."
Song Wen's voice was as cold as solid ice.
Above the canyon, three dark figures suddenly appeared and crashed down.
The man with the bulbous nose looked up at the sky, and his expression changed drastically.
"Damn it, it's Corpse Puppet! Run!"
He raised his leg and kicked the white light shield.
Yan Yiwen flew out like a cannonball, dodging the three dark figures high in the sky.
At the same time, the man with the red nose turned and left, chasing after Yan Yiwen.
The other two trapped male cultivators broke through the passage cut by the bulbous nose.
Before the two could even activate their escape lights, the three Corpse Puppet had already arrived.
The Silver Corpse was facing off against one person alone.
The two Copper Corpse joined forces to stop one person.
He hadn't gone far when he saw Yan Yiwen, whom he had kicked away, return and plummet rapidly into the depths of the canyon.
High in the sky, a ghostly figure ten feet tall appeared out of nowhere.
The ghostly figure held a giant sword in its hand.
Just now, Ghost Shadow used his giant sword to cleave Yan Yiwen back.
A ghostly figure flashed and darted toward the bulbous nose.
"I told you, none of you are leaving!"
Song Wen closed in, unleashing the Soul-Splitting Blade once more, aiming straight for Yan Yiwen.
The white light shield around Yan Yiwen reminded Song Wen of the protective shield Wu Sui had back in the Withered Blood Secret Realm.
Wu Sui's protective shield was formed from a wisp of magical Law Power left behind by Wu Ren.
The same applies to the light shield surrounding Yan Yiwen.
However, Yan Yiwen's protective shield was much stronger, more than a hundred times stronger than Wu Sui's shield.
Yan Yiwen must have a powerful backer behind her, far more powerful than Wu Ren, who Middle Golden Core Stage.
Therefore, Yan Yiwen must die, otherwise the consequences will be dire.
The white aura surrounding her was formed by an external Law Power.
Although it seems indestructible, it is ultimately like water without a source. Under constant attacks, this Law Power will gradually be depleted and eventually be exhausted.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The Soul-Splitting Blade continuously slashed at the white light barrier, like a sudden storm or a raging torrent.
The offensive continued relentlessly, with each wave of power growing stronger than the last.
The sharp blade, like a cold wind passing by, continuously cuts through the white light shield.
It's unknown how many times the Soul-Splitting Blade was unleashed—perhaps hundreds, perhaps thousands.
When Song Wen felt that most of the spiritual energy in his body had been depleted.
The white light shield suddenly became dim and unclear.
The Soul-Splitting Blade slashed out once more.
After a deafening roar, the white light shield suddenly exploded, turning into countless specks of light that scattered in the air.
Yan Yiwen's figure came into view.
Although the white light shield helped Yan Yiwen block the Soul-Splitting Blade, it couldn't stop the shockwaves from the continuous impacts.
At this moment, her hair was disheveled, blood was at the corner of her mouth, and her internal organs were severely displaced, showing signs of severe internal injuries.
Yan Yiwen stared at Song Wen with hatred in her eyes.
"Extreme Yin, you cannot kill me. On the contrary, you will surely die by my hand."
A silver talisman suddenly appeared in her hand.
As spiritual energy was injected, cracks appeared on the talisman, and dazzling silver light shot out from the cracks.
Yan Yiwen's figure gradually became illusory under the silver light.
After shattering the light barrier, the Soul-Splitting Blade was sent flying backward by the impact.
Under Song Wen's control, a cold glint flashed.
The Soul-Splitting Blade pierced through Yan Yiwen's body, yet not a drop of blood spilled.
Yan Yiwen's figure gradually dissipated and disappeared without a trace.
Upon seeing this, Song Wen's face turned cold.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yiwen managed to escape.
What kind of treasure was the silver talisman she activated at the end, that could actually teleport Yan Yiwen away out of thin air?
Song Wen pondered deeply.
At the same time, he darted to a large rock at the bottom of the valley.
The three male cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage have all been captured by the Ghost King and the three-headed Corpse Puppet.
It lay on the large rock, barely clinging to life.
Song Wen used his Soul Search Technique to search the souls of the three people one by one.
After completing the soul search on the three individuals, Song Wen pieced together the fragmented memories he had obtained from them, gaining a general understanding of the whole story.
After the Yan Family was wiped out, Yan Yiwen fled to the Nine Palaces Sect, where she was noticed by one of the Nine Palaces Sect's elders and taken in as a disciple.
This Supreme Elder was named Tai He, and he was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
After taking Yan Yiwen as his disciple, he cared for Yan Yiwen deeply and taught her everything he knew.
Cultivation Method, elixirs, Law Artifact, and other treasures are all readily available and supplied.
Yan Yiwen's cultivation level improved rapidly, and she broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm in just a few years.
At first, Yan Yiwen thought she had just had a stroke of good luck and had met a good teacher.
But as time went on, she gradually noticed something was wrong.
Yan Yiwen's beauty gradually attracted many admirers.
However, all those suitors, regardless of their status, were turned away by Master Tai He, and some even disappeared without a trace.
Until one day, the son of the leader of the Nine Palaces Sect came to their door to express his love.
Yan Yiwen is deeply mired in the hatred of her Lineage's destruction. She is eager to build her own power and increase her strength so that one day she can take revenge on the Corpse Demon Sect and the 'Extreme Yin'.
The sect leader's son is undoubtedly an excellent marriage prospect. With the help of his father's influence, she can greatly expand her power within the Nine Palaces Sect.
However, this son of the sect leader was beaten to death on the spot by Tai He.