The sword cultivators immediately halted their steps and advanced no further.
He Yueren fixed his gaze on Tang Ningxin and said, "Elder Ningxin, playing the zither in the empty mountains while your clan members flee. It’s all illusions within illusions, realities veiled by uncertainty. Even I, He, cannot discern whether it’s an ambush or mere trepidation.
How about this... we’ll have a match. If you lose and are at the brink of death with no one to save you, it means the Primordial Ancestor is not here.
In that case, have your clan stop panicking. Come with me to Biluo Mountain. After a thorough investigation, I guarantee on my Dao heart that any innocent disciples unaware of the situation will remain unharmed!
Of course, if they colluded with the Celestial Demon, then neither the Human Race nor I will tolerate them!"
His words were upright and forthright, bright and candid.
Tang Ningxin sneered, "Hypocritical."
He Yueren said, "I, He, have a clear conscience."
With that, he slowly placed five fingers on the hilt of the Entwined Vine Wooden Sword, his voice low.
"Elder Ningxin..."
"Come fight!!"
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...
At this moment, Song Yan, who was actually Tang Cheng, was naturally on a wild escape.
Running alongside him was a clansman named Tang Shen, his childhood friend and brother who was practically tied to him.
Both had benefited from the "True Spirit Fragment," now in the Early Stage of Purple Mansion; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been assigned the task of patrolling outside.
After all, in this level 2 Cultivation Profound Land, without even the Purple Mansion Realm, one would be easily manipulated.
As they ran, they communicated with each other through mindful exchanges.
Tang Shen said solemnly, "Cheng, something feels terribly wrong."
Song Yan naturally knew that, for ordinary clansmen, even if they knew the clan leader used the Dragon Bone Blood Banner to collect Divine Souls and create slaughter, they would have no idea about the "Yin Yang Profound Dragon."
Even he had many doubts about the Formless Ancestor.
He nodded and said, "Shen’Er, let’s stop talking and keep running."
Tang Shen sighed, "I was hoping to find a talented companion from another sect. Now our clan no longer limits partners to our own, and I was in the middle of searching, and then this happened."
Song Yan said, "You’re still thinking about women at a time like this?"
Tang Shen replied, "Cheng, if I die and you survive, burn a paper beauty for me. I like them a bit plump, so pay attention when you burn it. Cultivation all the time, every day, it’s just... so boring."
Song Yan said, "Your Dao heart isn’t firm enough!"
Tang Shen said, "So what if it’s firm or not? How many heroes, geniuses, and prodigies are there in this world? Compared to them, cultivators like us are practically mortals.
Don’t even mention others; about that Elder Song... I remember he was just an ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator. Do you think we ordinary folks can compare to him?"
Hearing this, Song Yan felt a twinge of sentiment. Indeed... if he hadn’t possessed Heaven-Reaching Wisdom, if he hadn’t spent millennia in cultivation, how could he have achieved what he has today?


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