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In the realm of Yin Mountain, Yang Long, accompanied by two elders and a group of disciples from the Yang Family, made their way down the altar outside Yin Mountain. The path was rugged and fraught with marshy mists, making it a journey that typically took over ten days to complete. For a millennium, the Yinshan Yang Family had remained uninvaded; even the grand structures built within their sect rivaled those of royal palaces, yet the outside world remained oblivious to their existence, as activities within the sect were shrouded in secrecy.
To facilitate their travels, the Yinshan Yang Family had established three altars around the vicinity of Yin Mountain. These altars contained Void Runes that allowed for instant transportation to towns hundreds of miles away from Yin Mountain. The altar that Yang Long and the elders approached was the main entrance altar.
The ancient altar was constructed from special underground spirit stones. Inside, it was engraved by the Nine Elders of the Yinshan Yang Family, who had studied Void Techniques for generations. The Void Runes intertwined in such a way that even the most learned Daoist Sect seniors could not decipher them. At the very center lay a meteorite containing cosmic power, significantly enhancing the potency of the Void Runes.
Upon reaching the altar, the two elders held engraved spirit stones and began chanting incantations. The stones glowed brightly as they directed their fingers toward the altar. The Void Runes on the altar began to rotate, filling in their incomplete sections. One elder said, “Young Master, it’s ready; we can teleport directly to Jiangnan.”
Yang Long nodded and was about to step onto the altar when suddenly, a series of screams erupted behind him. Over twenty elite disciples of the Yang Family fell to the ground, their weapons clattering loudly against the earth.
Yang Long and the two elders turned around to see a trembling disciple from the Yang Family drop his weapon on the ground, his voice quivering as he pleaded, “Spare me, heroine!”
A sword silently emerged from this disciple's heart. He collapsed without a sound as a woman’s figure appeared.
“Rain Master Luo, you’re still alive?” Yang Long's expression changed dramatically.
Rain Master Luo looked at Yang Long and said, “You’ve taken a clansman’s body; it seems killing you wouldn’t be an injustice.”
“Rain Master Luo, what do you intend to do? Old Man advises you not to act recklessly; my Yinshan Yang Family doesn’t need much time to annihilate you!” one elder threatened.
Rain Master Luo drew her sword, dragging its tip across the ground with a piercing sound. One elder urged, “Young Master, go first! We’ll hold her off!”
The two elders acted simultaneously; the altar trembled as sand and stones within a hundred feet shook violently. A powerful protective Dao Qi enveloped them as they formed hand seals to unleash their Void Killing Techniques—two swift and ethereal beams of lethal light shot toward Rain Master Luo.
Rain Master Luo raised her hand and drew her sword, slipping between the two elders. Their protective Dao Qi held firm, yet each felt a sharp sting at their throats as crimson lines appeared. They experienced a burning pain in their necks and struggled to breathe before darkness engulfed them and they lost consciousness.
Yang Long was struck with terror as he witnessed two elders from the Nascent Soul Realm being slain in an instant. He exclaimed, "You've already killed me once; we have no grievances between us. Guo Daozhen and Yang Hao are still alive. Why must you pursue total annihilation?"
The Rain Master Consort remained silent, her sword piercing Yang Long several times. He screamed in agony as blood gushed from his wounds. His acupoints were shattered, rendering him unable to gather any Dao Qi.
"What do you want from me?" Yang Long roared.
Rain Master Luo's expression was cold as she dragged Yang Long onto the altar, where radiant light swirled around them. They vanished amidst the Void Runes.
Before the altar, the void trembled as Li Chang'an and the High Priest emerged from it. Yang Long looked at the deceased disciples of the Yang Family, including the two elders, and frowned, "Who dares to kill at my Yang Family's doorstep?"
The High Priest's eyes shimmered with chaotic light; his eyeballs ruptured, blood streaming down his face. He covered his eyes and said, "The new eyes are too ordinary; I can't see much. All I know is that the assailant is a woman with formidable power. Long and the two elders were no match for her."
"A woman? Could it be Miao Shengnan seeking revenge for her disciple?" Li Chang'an pondered.
The High Priest replied, "Her figure doesn't match. It's all a blur in the chaotic illusion, but I see that Young Master's time is running out. Hurry and inform the family head to summon Ancestor Zong to perform the Divination Technique; otherwise, Young Master is in grave danger."
In the wilderness outside Jiangnan City, Rain Master Luo appeared from the void, dragging Yang Long along. A few children playing nearby watched in shock as a woman carried a tall man like it was nothing and walked toward the mountains.
Rain Master Luo crushed a jade stone in her hand and threw Yang Long into a dilapidated temple. Trembling with humiliation, he said, "Rain Master Luo, if you have the ability, just kill me with one sword strike. Once I'm dead, Ancestor Zong will naturally know who did this, and you will pay for it!"
Rain Master Luo sat before the entrance of the broken temple, facing the red clouds in the west. She waited until the moon rose to see Song Qianqiu approaching from afar.
Upon seeing Rain Master Luo, Song Qianqiu hurriedly bowed and said, "Senior Sister Yu, I apologize for being late."
Rain Master Luo stood up and said, "I have brought the person to you. His acupoints are sealed by me, so he cannot escape. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
Song Qianqiu replied, "Thank you, Senior Sister Yu, for your assistance. If there is ever a need in the future, Qianqiu will not hesitate to repay you."
"No need for that. We owe each other nothing now. The Perfect Golden Core has already fused with his Soul. Even Yang Hao may not be able to use this Golden Core again. If you do not have the Yang Family Book, obtaining the Golden Core will be of no use," Rain Master Luo said.
"Do not worry about that, Senior Sister. Qianqiu has his own methods," Song Qianqiu responded.
"One more thing I must remind you of: Yang Family Ancestor Yang Kaishan possesses Divination Technique. If you kill Yang Long, it will surely be detected by Yang Kaishan. The Yang Family will spare no effort in pursuing you," Rain Master Luo warned.
"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister," Song Qianqiu said softly, watching as Rain Master Luo's figure disappeared into the night.
Inside the dilapidated temple, Yang Long heard the conversation between Song Qianqiu and Rain Master Luo and growled, "Are you the Song Qianqiu from the Azure Cloud Sect that has been destroyed?"
"Indeed, Yang Long. I didn't expect our first meeting would be under such circumstances; it truly brings me joy," Song Qianqiu replied.
Yang Long snorted and said, "Just a stray dog from a destroyed sect. You heard what Rain Master Luo said; if you kill me, it will surely be noticed by the Ancestor. If he comes out of seclusion, you won't even have a chance to escape. If you're sensible, let me go quickly, and I will reward you."
Upon hearing Yang Long's words, Song Qianqiu suddenly burst into laughter. Yang Long glared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Song Qianqiu replied, "Among the Yang Family, only Yang Long is a once-in-a-lifetime talent with unparalleled aptitude and a flawless Golden Core. The only shortcoming is that he has never truly experienced the world; he's as clean as a blank sheet of paper."
"What do you mean by that?" Yang Long asked.
"Do you think I should mean something?" Song Qianqiu retorted. "No matter how good your talent is, a flower in a greenhouse dares not face the sunlight. Those who can endure storms, who are invincible among their peers, protected by the Elder, often find themselves entangled and suffocated by unknown weeds when they step into this wicked world. You may not agree, but you really know nothing about human nature. Just like your remark about being sensible and letting me go quickly."
"What’s wrong with that?" Yang Long asked.
Song Qianqiu replied, "Such words, even if given to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, would earn you a couple of slaps. At worst, they would rather die; who recognizes your authority? Moreover, killing you is as easy as pie for me. The downfall of the Azure Cloud Sect was orchestrated entirely by me, and the Old Sect Leader of the Azure Cloud Sect died at my hands. What do you think you are?"
As Song Qianqiu spoke, he began to untie the burden on his back, revealing stones that emanated spiritual energy. He placed the spirit stones around the broken temple and took out a vermilion brush to draw talismans on the surrounding walls.
"There are some people who, even when facing death, insist on maintaining their gentlemanly demeanor, pretending to be graceful. Honestly, I doubt that someone like you would have survived if it weren't for your good fortune and timing. Right now, you'd probably be nothing but bones."
Yang Long swallowed hard. Clenching his fists, he said, "What do you want? I can give you whatever benefits you seek, just let me go."
Song Qianqiu paused his writing and flicked the brush back toward Yang Long's face. As it hit him, Song Qianqiu turned around, his pupils narrowing to a dot, his gaze terrifying enough to make Yang Long take a step back. He stumbled over the severed arm of a statue in the dilapidated temple. Song Qianqiu removed his upper clothing, revealing a gaunt figure covered in spots that resembled rotting flesh. His abdomen was wrapped in bandages soaked with black blood.
"What do you really want? I warn you..."
"Shh!" Song Qianqiu made a silencing gesture. He smiled, revealing sharp teeth, his eyes glinting with malice like a snake fixated on its prey.
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