[As the Demon Spirit Ape appeared and began slaughtering the cultivators.]
Ye Yu immediately hid behind a large boulder, concealing his presence.
He quietly observed as his teammates were killed one by one by the Demon Spirit Ape.
When silence returned to the battlefield, Song Xuanhan’s sudden voice broke through, yet it didn’t surprise Ye Yu. freewēbnoveℓ.com
After all, Song Xuanhan was a Nascent Soul cultivator, capable of sensing everything within a range of dozens of miles. Naturally, he would have detected Ye Yu’s presence.
But Ye Yu hadn’t planned to stay hidden forever.
He calmly stepped out from behind the boulder.
Just then, he noticed the Demon Spirit Ape standing not far away, its mouth slightly agape.
From the mutilated corpses scattered around, a dense blood mist began to rise, swirling into the Demon Spirit Ape’s mouth.
As the blood mist thickened, the golden fur on the Demon Spirit Ape’s head shone brighter, and the spiritual energy surrounding it surged dramatically.
Seeing this, a playful smile appeared on Ye Yu’s face.
"A spiritual beast that can absorb blood essence? That’s quite rare. So, this is why Song Xuanhan gathered so many cultivators? Interesting."
At the same time, Song Xuanhan was observing Ye Yu.
When he noticed that Ye Yu showed no signs of fear, he felt a twinge of surprise.
He remembered Ye Yu—a late addition to the group, merely at the Qi Refining stage.
Although Ye Yu’s cultivation was weak, his blood essence was barely passable to sustain the Demon Spirit Ape.
But a typical Qi Refining stage cultivator would be terrified by such a scene.
"Is he scared stiff?" Song Xuanhan furrowed his brows slightly and commanded, "Kill him!"
The Demon Spirit Ape, still absorbing blood essence, growled in displeasure, as if to say, What’s the rush over such a low-level Qi Refining cultivator?
Song Xuanhan’s eyelid twitched violently. Something about Ye Yu felt increasingly odd.
As he was about to urge the Demon Spirit Ape again, he abruptly noticed Ye Yu’s cultivation level skyrocketing at an alarming rate.
From late Qi Refining to early Foundation Establishment, then mid Foundation Establishment...
Finally, Ye Yu’s cultivation stabilized at mid-Golden Core.
This outcome didn’t particularly please him.
"Over a hundred teammates died, and I barely advanced two major realms. The efficiency isn’t great," Ye Yu muttered inwardly.
"Still, it’s reasonable. Most of these cultivators were too low-leveled. The power gained depends on their strength, after all."
He sighed. "Next time, I’ll need higher-quality teammates."
Song Xuanhan’s expression turned grim. Within just two breaths, Ye Yu had advanced from late Qi Refining to mid-Golden Core.
"This kid must have been hiding his true cultivation level. Perhaps mid-Golden Core isn’t even his real strength. Otherwise, why would he remain so calm in front of me, a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
After careful thought, Song Xuanhan asked coldly, "Are you from Taiping City?"
Taiping City was the royal city of the Demon Lord Bai Xichu’s faction, the orthodox force of the Demon Clan, located tens of thousands of miles away from Fenghun Pass.
Ye Yu had heard of Taiping City in passing but had never been there.
Why would Song Xuanhan suddenly think he was from Taiping City?
Ye Yu chose not to dwell on the question and remained silent.
But his silence only heightened Song Xuanhan’s sense of danger.
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