Long before the Flying Sword shot out, the Cultivator in the Confucian robe had already made preparations.

His expression was solemn, and the bamboo scroll in front of him glowed with a bright yellow light.

In an instant, an earthen shield wall rose from the ground, blocking him.

But his eyes narrowed, as if he sensed something, and he swiftly dodged to the side.

Bang!

It only blocked it for an instant before the Flying Sword pierced through the earthen shield wall.

It swiftly circled back to Song Yan’s side.

In fact, when Song Yan was refining the Wind and Thunder Supreme Spirit from the withered wood, he was not only guarding against the three Loose Cultivators but also against Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Huaguo, the couple.

If they had directly avoided the battle and left, Song Yan was confident he could escape.

He hadn’t expected them to be so trustworthy, truly protecting him, and for this, Rong Xiaofeng had even lost many Spiritual Insects.

And these two Loose Cultivators didn’t even give them a chance to speak, immediately wanting to fight the couple, even sending a hothead to kill him first.

Well, Song Yan had nothing more to say; it was time to let their actions speak for themselves.

After refining the Wind and Thunder Spirit, the Sword Dao seed under the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion was already full and round.

Song Yan only felt transparent inside and out, with a faint feeling that once his Spiritual Qi accumulated sufficiently, he would naturally achieve a Breakthrough to the Qi Refining Stage 6 Realm.

The Cultivator in the Confucian robe saw that the situation was not good; the red-dressed female Cultivator’s younger brother had been bitten down by a small snake without doing anything.

Now, the red-dressed female Cultivator was also severely injured, and relying solely on himself, it would be difficult to capture all three of them.

Moreover, this young Cultivator, though only at the Qi Refining Stage 5 Realm, wielded his Sword Control Spell with precision and ruthlessness.

If the three of them joined forces, he might even capsize in the gutter.

He cursed ’useless’ under his breath, then quickly said, "Three Fellow Daoists..."

Things had reached this point, and Song Yan also had no intention of wasting words with him.

He formed a hand seal, and Sword Qi surged around him, with faint golden electric arcs flowing.

Within the originally pure white Sword Qi, several fine threads of lightning arcs intertwined; before the Flying Sword even moved, everyone could vaguely hear the low roar of the wind and the surging thunder in their ears.

"Clack."

At some point, Rong Xiaofeng had already formed a Daoist hand seal, and the dense Spiritual Insects hidden among the grass, leaves, and flowers suddenly swarmed out, like a layer of gray clinging to the Confucian Cultivator’s protective Spiritual Robe.

"Scram!"

The Cultivator in the Confucian robe roared, and a yellowish-brown Spiritual Light poured out, attempting to drive away and suppress the Spiritual Insects.

Countless rocks and sand floated and condensed, forming dozens of rock cones that attacked the three people on the cliff, seemingly to prevent them from taking advantage of the situation.

Whether it was for himself or for the red-dressed female Cultivator.

If the red-dressed female Cultivator were to die at this moment, he would be powerless to save her.

But.

Song Yan’s Flying Sword had already arrived before him with an extremely strange speed and posture.

"How can it be so fast!?"

These three Loose Cultivators only saw the lightning on the withered wood but did not know that there was also the Wind Howl Supreme Spirit within it.

After refining it into his Dao seed, Song Yan felt that the speed at which he wielded his Flying Sword had also increased significantly.

Chirp.

Even with his utmost efforts to dodge, he still had to divert his attention to fight the Spiritual Insects, and his protective Spiritual Robe immediately shattered and dissipated.

The Cultivator in the Confucian robe was truly exasperated at this moment, feeling that he had no way to use his Spells.

This was the terrifying aspect of an insect Cultivator.

When the red-dressed female Cultivator saw that the Cultivator in the Confucian robe was already at a disadvantage, she had already thought of retreating, but she was entangled by Wu Huaguo and couldn’t break free.

"Hanmei!"

Song Yan’s sword finger moved horizontally, his gaze cold: "No need to worry, both of you can go on your way together."

Wind aided the thunder, and nine white Sword Lights, imbued with the Spiritual Intent of wind and thunder, slowly circled around the Cultivator in the Confucian robe, watching him menacingly.

Cutting off all of the Cultivator in the Confucian robe’s escape routes.

The red-dressed female Cultivator watched in disbelief as the situation suddenly overturned, no longer caring about her brother’s life or death, and frantically tried to flee backward.

But she was entangled by several tough flower branches.

She channeled her Spiritual Qi to form water blades to cut the flower branches, but more and more wood spirits appeared, becoming denser and denser, and the red-dressed female Cultivator was already flustered, her Spiritual Qi consumption becoming increasingly severe.

As one’s power waned and the other’s grew, Wu Huaguo was already certain of victory in the battle.

"Perhaps this is what the clan elders spoke of... when paths cross, the brave prevail?"

"Fellow Daoist!"

At this moment, the Cultivator in the Confucian robe pleaded for mercy while simultaneously channeling his Spiritual Qi to condense into rocks, attempting to resist.

But suddenly, a jolt of alarm went through him, and blood bloomed on his shoulder blade, where a small sapling had actually grown out.

Under the chaotic Spiritual Qi, the flower and wood Spiritual Qi previously planted by Wu Huaguo exploded like a bomb at this moment.

At this moment, his surrounding Spiritual Qi was in disarray, precisely when old strength had faded and new strength had not yet been born.

The spiritual light of the rocks suddenly disintegrated.

A total of six Sword Shadows successively pierced through the body of the Cultivator in the Confucian robe.

The remaining three Sword Lights soared upwards, merging with the Unmoored Boat in the dark clouds above the cliff.

At this moment, the Cultivator in the Confucian robe was covered in blood, his clothes torn, and he cried out, "I am a Disciple of the Zhao family from Eastern Chu..."

Rong Xiaofeng didn’t even look at Song Yan’s gaze, his eyes full of indifference.

"Then it’s even more reason not to let you live."

Song Yan still had the Cave Abyss Sect’s name behind him; the couple didn’t have that kind of confidence.

The sky full of wind and thunder Sword Qi suddenly converged at this moment, and dark clouds rolled over the cliff, with thunder rumbling.

The Flying Sword fell, and in everyone’s eyes, it seemed as if a straight golden thread appeared between heaven and earth for an instant before disappearing.

Boom—

The residual Sword Qi transformed into a gale, sweeping across the mountain peak.

It blew away all the lingering sand and dust, leaving it spotless.

The Unmoored Boat returned to Song Yan’s front.

Rong Xiaofeng pondered for a moment, then walked forward alone, looking with lingering fear at the mottled corpse on the ground, which still bore traces of Sword Qi.

He channeled his Spiritual Qi to dispel the sharpness, then proceeded to search the corpse.

Song Yan and Wu Huaguo walked together to the red-dressed female Cultivator.

"Let me go, let me go... I know I was wrong..."

"I can do anything! I beg you, please let me go..."

In truth, the red-dressed female Cultivator knew very well that she was going to die.

But people are like this; in the face of true life and death, they always beg, cry, shed tears, and feel remorse... Song Yan suddenly remembered what the Sect Master had said that day.

"There is no such thing as an innocent Cultivator or an evil Cultivator in this world..."

Cultivators only speak of strength.

It has always been so.

Just like the red-dressed female Cultivator in front of him.

She wasn’t wrong; she just lost.

Song Yan’s expression was devoid of emotion; he casually reached out and gently brushed her forehead.

The red-dressed female Cultivator’s eyes widened, filled with helplessness and terror.

A Sword Qi pierced through her skull.

Xiao He was now dragging the young man who had tried to kill Song Yan earlier, pulling him alongside the red-dressed Cultivator’s corpse with some effort.

The small snake’s tail already had two qiankun bags hanging from it.

Wu Huaguo looked down at the unconscious young man from above and sighed softly.

"At least someone is helping you with your affairs."

The roots and petals of the flower tree surged, burying the red-dressed female Cultivator and the young Cultivator in the earth.

Rong Xiaofeng had also finished dealing with the Cultivator in the Confucian robe’s corpse, and the three of them gathered.

Song Yan clasped his hands: "I thank both of you for your great assistance this time."

Wu Huaguo shook her head: "It was only right."

"I have already found the Supreme Spirit, but both of you have not yet gained anything."

Unexpectedly, Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Huaguo, the couple, smiled and pointed to the qiankun bag belonging to the Cultivator in the Confucian robe in their hands.

"This is already enough."

Xiao He, with a’snap,’ threw the two qiankun bags from her tail onto the open ground in front of the couple, then burrowed back into Song Yan’s sleeve.

"Fellow Daoist Song, there’s no need for this; once we leave this space, we’ll each take what we need and divide it."

"Alright."