After helping Feng Lun's mercenary group enter Wuyou City, Xiao Yan left without lingering. For him, this was merely the first stop in his journey into the Western Wilderness Region. He was heading to a more Xiao Yan area, where he could finally meet true powerhouses.
After Xiao Yan left, the mercenary group followed suit. Fang Ruyan followed the group with a disappointed look on her face, feeling uncertain.
Judging from Jin Ge's actions, he clearly intended to control her, probably to use her to threaten the Fang Clan. If Xiao Yan hadn't intervened today, the consequences would have been terrifying!
It's a pity that Xiao Yan is now gone, and there's no one left to help her.
Meanwhile, in another carriage, Feng Lun was still unconscious, but his complexion had improved significantly, suggesting that he was not far from waking up.
Beside Feng Lun, A Lie was finally relieved about Feng Lun's injuries, but his mind was still preoccupied with Xiao Yan.
He wasn't stupid. From Xiao Yan's previous actions, A Lie could roughly guess that the person who had repelled those magical beasts in the Gobi Desert a few days ago was probably Xiao Yan. Thinking of this, A Lie couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.
They thought their convoy was incredibly lucky to have repeatedly evaded the monsters' attacks, but unexpectedly, their "luck" was ultimately all thanks to Xiao Yan. If it weren't for the latter, even if their mercenary group had made it here, the number of survivors would probably be less than a handful.
Suddenly, A Lie seemed to remember something. He remembered that before Xiao Yan left, he had given him a scroll, which he had never opened. Now, with no one around and Feng Lun still asleep, he could take a look.
However, when A Lie discovered that Xiao Yan had given him a mid- Intermediate Spirit Class wood-type cultivation technique, the shock and excitement in his heart surged up like a volcanic eruption.
A single scroll of Spirit Class cultivation technique was enough to change the trajectory of his future life, and Xiao Yan was the one who changed him.
A Lie clutched the emerald green scroll tightly in his hands, the image of Xiao Yan appearing in his mind, which he firmly memorized...
Western Lin Region
On a mountain peak not too far from Shahepu, an old man with a kind face, wearing a hemp robe, sat cross-legged.
The old man formed cultivation hand seals, and as his aura fluctuated, streams of energy from heaven and earth seemed to receive a command, converging towards him.
With this slow cultivation, the old man's internal energy also rose at an extremely slow pace.
At a certain moment, the old man with his eyes tightly closed trembled slightly, stopped cultivating, his eyelids twitched, and his tightly closed eyes opened, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes beneath.
This person was none other than Withered Leaf Sect Ye Luotian.
Sensing something amiss, Yi Lutian frowned slightly and looked westward. He vaguely sensed that a person, or rather a wisp of soul, was rapidly approaching him.
Who is it?
Ye Luotian was filled with doubt. Judging from the other party's behavior, it was very likely that they were coming for him. But what could a mere wisp of a soul do?
Seek help from yourself?
A strange thought arose in Ye Luotian's mind. Looking across the Western Region, if someone with a remnant soul were to actively seek him out, they would probably only be begging him for help. After all, Ye Luotian's reputation was quite amiable.
However, as the person gradually approached, Ye Luotian's slightly furrowed brows couldn't help but tighten, as he sensed a familiar aura from that remnant soul.
Could it be that I know him?
Ye Luotian frowned and shook his head slightly. Theoretically, this shouldn't be the case. Most of the people he knew were powerful individuals, all of them Dou Di experts. How could they have ended up in such a sorry state?
However, that was indeed the case. As the remnant soul drew ever closer, Ye Luotian suddenly realized that this remnant soul was actually that person from the Ghost Hall!
What happened to this guy? How did he end up like this?
Upon realizing this, Ye Luotian was greatly shocked. He had some understanding of this guy's strength.
With the strength of Mid Seven-Star Dou Di, there are practically no one in the Western Region who can rival him. It's truly unimaginable that he would end up in this state.
In no time at all, the person appeared before Ye Luotian.
Seeing the figure before him, now only a remnant soul, its body almost transparent and barely discernible, Ye Luotian's shock intensified.
Wasn't this guy supposed to be capturing Xiao Yan? How did he end up like this? Could it be Xiao Yan?
Ye Luotian was shocked and thought to himself, while at the same time, he pretended to be concerned and asked the person in front of him.
How did you become like this?
"It's Xiao Yan, that madman... His power far surpasses mine; I underestimated him..."
"Buzz!"
Upon hearing the words of the person before him, Yi Lutian's heart was like a calm lake thrown with a boulder, instantly stirring up a stormy sea.
He said Xiao Yan did all of this? How could that be?!
Five-Star Dou Di was able to beat a Seven-Star Dou Di to this extent?!
However, as Ye Luotian recalled everything that happened in the Xilin Mountain Range that day, his turbulent heart gradually calmed down.
Yes, even the members of the Four Great Clans, who are all Five-Star Dou Di, are no match for Xiao Yan. His strength has long surpassed that of his opponents of the same level. If anyone dares to treat him as a Five-Star Dou Di, they are simply courting death.
"Quick! Give me the Soul Origin from your Storage Ring. My physical body is destroyed, and my Soul Origin is severely damaged. I need the Soul Origin in your possession to repair it. Hurry!"
Without thinking twice, the figure hurriedly gave Ye Luotian orders.
Upon hearing this, Ye Luotian remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the almost transparent figure before him, a hint of mockery appearing in his gloomy old eyes.
As the saying goes, "beat a dog Ye Luotian would show no mercy in this regard.
He still vividly remembered how arrogant and domineering this guy had been in front of him back then. But now that the guy had fallen to such a state, Ye Luotian naturally had no intention of saving him.
"Damn it, what are you waiting for! Hand over your Soul Origin to me now, or if I report this to the higher-ups, your Withered Leaf Sect can forget about dominating the Western Region!"
The figure roared in fury. Upon hearing this, Ye Luotian's expression changed slightly. He flipped his hand, and a milky-white ball of light, about the size of a basketball, appeared in his palm. He stretched out his hand and presented the ball of light to the figure. This was a ball of Soul Origin.
"Hmph, that's more like it!"
The figure sneered, stretching out its illusory hand to catch the milky-white ball of light.
However, in the next moment, the Soul Origin in Ye Luotian's palm was suddenly taken into his Storage Ring. Almost simultaneously, a terrifying suction force surged outward from the center of Ye Luotian's palm, and in an instant, the illusory body of the figure was sucked into his palm.
"A dying man, yet you dare to presume to command me? Do you truly believe I fear you?"
"Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, then I'll borrow your strength to break through in one fell swoop!"
Ye Luotian let out a cold shout, his hand suddenly clenching tightly. The illusory soul he held in his palm was absorbed into his body and began to be refined frantically.