Yu Yiming swaggered into the valley.
He saw Chen Linyuan sitting cross-legged beneath a pear tree, his eyes closed. Not far away, Qin Ying was held in place by Chen Linyuan, unable to move.
At the sight of the nine Demon Ruins Cultivators, Qin Ying cried out as though she had caught hold of a lifesaving straw.
"Seniors! Chen Linyuan has already been afflicted with Feather Sound Poison. He should have lost all his cultivation by now!"
Yu Yiming glanced casually at her and swept his broad sleeve. A stream of icy Demonic Qi instantly surged out, shredding the Sword Qi binding Qin Ying.
Qin Ying let out a sudden breath of relief and staggered, falling to her knees.
"Thank you for saving me, Senior-"
"Mm." Yu Yiming nodded. "You did very well."
"You can die now."
"Bang-
!
The sound of flesh bursting rang through the silent valley. Qin Ying had no chance to react; only a flicker of shock appeared on her face before she shattered into a skyful of blood mist.
Before a Nascent Soul cultivator, a cultivator at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage vanished from this world before even forming a thought of resistance.
Before the churning blood could splash to the ground, an invisible force drew it into Yu Yiming's palm.
It condensed into a translucent, scarlet jade thumb ring.
He turned it over with interest for a while, then suddenly frowned. "Tsk. Not pretty."
He clenched his fingers, and the blood-jade thumb ring crumbled to ash, scattering in the wind.
The other eight Nascent Soul cultivators did not spare Qin Ying a glance. A Foundation Establishment life was no more than a blade of grass.
"Sect Master Chen, it has been several hundred years. I wonder if you still remember me?"
Yu Yiming stepped