Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 815 - 466: Four Carry-Win Dogs

"Now is the time!"

A shout rang out.

Facing the collapsing body, Qingluan strode forward without hesitation, her left hand holding a Soul Summoning Bell that shook incessantly. Even Lei Chuyu felt somewhat dizzy, his eyes full of shock, while his few brothers had already completely halted, seemingly captivated by their Divine Souls.

He discreetly moved closer to his junior brothers, though he could sense no malice from Qingluan, yet when she mobilized her Spiritual Energy, he, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, actually felt threatened by her!

He stared intently at the beautiful woman whose face was painted with a comical mask. He had thought that Jiang Feng's group must have some reliance to make it this far, surely possessing some skills, but never imagined this woman to be so formidable.

"Spiritual Energy condenses, Golden Core cracks, Nascent Soul takes form."

"At a glance, just the Peak of Core Formation, but in reality, the Nascent Soul has already formed, just a step away from breakthrough. With the strength she's shown, if she wills it, she could break through the realm at any moment."

"This is the prodigy of the East Sea Clan..."

He steadied his mind, trying not to reveal any inelegance, witnessing the shattered Spirit Communication Stone, still struggling madly after losing its head. The girl lightly bit her silver teeth, her right hand behind her back, holding a small, exquisite copper mirror.

"Yin Yang Mirror, release."

Light spots converged at a point on the simple surface of the mirror.

On the collapsed Spirit Communication Stone emerged the primitive and fierce face, its twisted shape unusually eerie. The previously dim and translucent figure now became more solid as the exotic glow from the copper mirror caused the residual soul to issue a wretched scream, its shape stretched to an exaggerated degree, yet still clutching frantically to the pile of shattered Spirit Communication Stone.

"Collect!"

A soft cry.

With that irresistibly forceful power, even the few disciples from the Divine Thunder Valley couldn't help but sway, their Divine Souls nearly drawn out, frightening Lei Chuyu into blocking with his own body. Accompanied by the irresistible force, the exhausted Hou Clan Leader finally relinquished resistance, disappearing into Qingluan's hands under everyone's watchful eyes.

Upon closer inspection, not only did she hold a Soul Summoning Bell and the Yin Yang Mirror, but even Jiang Feng's Soul Summoning Banner had found its way into her hands.

"Mission accomplished."

The girl smiled gently.

Like a child eager for praise, she playfully winked.

"You... did beautifully. We've relied so much on you along the way, or we'd have truly struggled against this Water Monkey."

He initially wanted to ask about the mystical Magic Treasure in Qingluan's hands, but decided not to delve into the topic, instead giving Qingluan a thumbs up.

After all, with Lei Chuyu's group still there, Qingluan naturally handed both the Soul Summoning Bell and the Soul Summoning Banner to Jiang Feng, while she tucked the Yin Yang Mirror back into her sleeve, as if nothing had happened. Even Jiang Feng was surprised as to what this was; he usually saw Qingluan taking out the small copper mirror to observe her reflection, tidy her hair, or apply light makeup.

Turns out the makeup mirror is actually a Magic Treasure.

"How are the brothers faring? If you're unharmed, let's leave this waterway. This place with sparse Spiritual Energy is not conducive to healing injuries."

"We brothers are fine, just a bit unsettled in our Divine Souls earlier. Let's head out then, after you!"

He cupped his hands in polite gesture. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The entire passageway was silent, even the eerie black Sunflower Water had flowed away through crevices, along with the illusions and strange, prosperous city scenes gone without a trace.

"No worries, let's move swiftly."

The others also stated they were fine, their faces a bit pale yet relatively stable, though their eyes betrayed some helplessness and despair. They initially thought their strength guaranteed victory over Jiang Feng's group, believing they fell into this situation due to unforeseen calculation.

Even this encounter was seen as an opportunity to repay the favor by acting as the main force, yet the result...

They seemed to have won effortlessly.

No, except for Lei Chuyu, the four brothers rather seemed like unexpected passengers in the victory.

Though they won, they couldn't be truly happy, because during the brief confrontation, they evidently felt the gap between themselves and Jiang Feng's group. Frankly, if it weren't for the coincidence that both sides practiced similar cultivation techniques, allowing Divine Thunder Valley to slightly counter Jiang Feng's Scarlet Sun Infinite Heavenly Thunder Art, they feared they might have been directly defeated.

Even Lei Chuyu didn't dare claim he could surely defeat any of the three.

"Well-hidden, humbly sheathed, it's no wonder you can journey together, top-tier experts all around, especially Mr. Jiang. Your Thunder Technique, trained for just a few years, seems more profound than those disciples in our valley who have practiced for thirty years."

Praise was heaped up again and again.

This was not flattery. Strength always determines one's status. Despite hearing countless outrageous rumors beforehand, they were just that—rumors, like hearing of a ten-year-old child pinning an adult to the ground.

Your first reaction might be that the adult must be an unfit couch potato, not imagining the child's combat prowess to be overwhelming, despite not showing it, his demeanor remained superior.

To him, among these people, the ones truly commanding his attention were Qingluan and Cen Yueyue, the cultivators about to form their Nascent Souls. Only after this fight did he finally understand why Jiang Feng could rank high in the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition, and why there were rumors of Jiang Feng battling Shuangfeng City's top disciple, Gu Miyun, for hundreds of rounds without victory or defeat.

"Thank you, Brother Lei, for the compliment."

"Such age and skill are impressive; in your hands, I'd scarcely gain an advantage. As for your, Mr. Jiang, these..."

Looking at the Soul Summoning Bell and the Soul Summoning Banner in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Uh, those belong to Yu Ying, you know. She usually loves to kill and wreak havoc, so it's no surprise she has these things. I'll use them to give this Water Monkey a proper send-off."

He kept a straight face, showing no hint of "I intended to use these residual souls as supplements," and both exchanged a knowing look, agreeing tacitly to drop the subject and continued their journey.

Only Yu Ying, miles away, finally returning from the sect to Shuangfeng City, inexplicably shivered. Yu Ying, who was playing an instrument on the rooftop to nurture a new Magic Treasure, sneezed with no warning.

Wondering as she rubbed her nose, unaware of how many black pots had been unjustly thrown onto her.

"What's going on these years? Am I truly getting older, my body failing?"