Chapter 9

"Final warning, don't play games with me. Follow me obediently, or I don't mind hurting anyone." The man in white on the left slowly moved forward, his right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, gradually tensed, and the oppressive aura around him became even more intense.

"Kid, we've been looking for you for a long time, and now we're in a bad mood. It's best not to provoke us." The man in white on the right slowly raised his hand, and a misty white fog began to swirl around his fingertips, creating a somewhat mesmerizing beauty, but everyone knew that this thing would definitely not be simple.

Tang Yan tentatively took two steps forward, immediately feeling the cold eyes lock onto him, and he was startled. He no longer dared to make any rash moves. Yang Ruyan was already exhausted and had no strength to resist. She cursed Tang Yan in her heart while trying to figure out how to use him to escape.

"Have you made up your mind?" The man on the left swung the rope in his hand, smiling mockingly, his eyes lingering on Yang Ruyan's white and tender calves, revealing a hint of greed and desire.

"Alright, I surrender." Tang Yan hesitated for a moment, finally lowering his head in defeat, raising his hands helplessly.

"Good, very good, tie yourself up." The man in white nodded in satisfaction and casually threw the rope to Tang Yan.

But... a cold glint flashed in Tang Yan's eyes as he lowered his head. His hands, which had not yet fully raised, suddenly shot forward, and two lightning runes, secretly infused with spiritual energy, were hurled at the two men in white.

What is this? The men in white, though surprised, were not afraid. They easily dodged to the side with a flick of their toes.

But they never expected that what Tang Yan threw were not hidden weapons, but cards engraved with lightning runes. As they approached, they exploded with a loud bang, filling a ten-meter radius with crackling lightning. It was as if two lightning balls had descended from the sky, the violent energy instantly shredding the surrounding trees into fragments, which flew into the air.

The terrifying power even startled Tang Yan.

The lightning was overwhelmingly powerful, the ancient trees shattered and broken, and the dust rose and swirled. The raging lightning also enveloped the two men in white who had not managed to dodge in time.

Ah!! The two men in white screamed in agony, their bodies charred black, their hair standing on end. The lightning ravaged their flesh and bones, causing them immense pain.

"You... you actually have lightning rune cards?" Yang Ruyan's mouth opened slightly, as if she had seen a ghost. Tang Yan had already darted out like a cheetah, his spiritual energy flowing through his body, his fists glowing with green flames. Before the lightning had completely dissipated, he charged at the man in white in front of him at full speed.

"Die!!" Tang Yan roared, his body shooting up from the ground, his flaming fists raining down on the man in white.

The man in white, still dazed, was hit squarely by Tang Yan's fists. The green flames immediately adhered to his skin, burning and consuming it as if they had a life of their own, burrowing into his flesh.

"Ugh!! What the hell is this?" The man in white was both shocked and angry, trying to dodge, but Tang Yan pressed his advantage, not giving him a chance to recover. Spiritual energy surged into his arms, the green flames growing more intense, and he rained down punches on the man in white like a storm.

"Yang Ruyan, what are you waiting for? Kill him!!" Tang Yan shouted, attacking furiously, knowing that if the other man in white recovered, he would be dead.

"Hope for the best." Yang Ruyan was tempted for a moment but quickly turned cold, rushing into the forest and vanishing in a few quick movements.

"Damn bitch! Watch out, I'll divorce you!" Tang Yan cursed, delivering a few more punches, then yanked the man in white's bag and quickly retreated. This was a third-level martial spirit, not something two lightning balls could destroy, and certainly not something a martial artist like himself could challenge. Although the green flames were somewhat strange, they were far from enough to make up for the gap in levels.

At this moment, Tang Yan was extremely decisive, sprinting in the same direction as Yang Ruyan. After running nearly a hundred meters, he left a false trail leading to Yang Ruyan's direction and then turned to flee in the opposite direction.

Framing? He was good at it!

In the forest, the two men in white were charred black, their hair standing on end, their wounds oozing blood. The one who had been targeted by Tang Yan was in even worse shape, with many parts of his body burned by the green flames, some areas still smoking.

Their fanged masks had fallen off, revealing faces twisted in pain and resentment. They panted heavily, focusing their strength to heal their wounds while glaring fiercely in the direction Tang Yan had disappeared: "Brat, you're asking for it. Do you really think we won't kill you?"

Tang Yan sprinted through the forest, running for several miles until he felt he had shaken off the men in white. He stopped to catch his breath, tearing open the bag he had seized. Fortunately, it contained two similar cards. Recalling the power of the lightning cards from earlier, he was both startled and excited. When he returned to the Tang family, he would have to find a way to get a few more. This thing was perfect for ambushing people.

Carefully putting away the lightning runes, Tang Yan took out another bag from his chest, the one he had taken from Yang Ruyan. After rummaging through it, he found a wooden plaque—Phantom Spirit True!

"Phantom Spirit True? A martial technique of the Yang family?" According to the memory of the Second Young Master Tang, this was the Yang family's clan martial technique, and only members of the Yang family were eligible to practice it. In the early stages, it made the body as light as the wind, increasing movement speed. In the middle stages, it allowed the user to form spiritual energy wings and soar through the sky. In the later stages, when speed reached its peak, it could create numerous illusions that were both real and illusory.

It was said that the head of the Yang family could already form illusions similar to his true form, even capable of fighting in his place!

Strange and terrifying, it was a top-tier spiritual-level martial technique!

Tang Yan was secretly delighted, finally finding a suitable martial technique. As the sky grew darker, he found a relatively safe place to rest, ignoring his growling stomach and immediately studying the wooden plaque. However, there was nothing on the plaque except the four large characters "Phantom Spirit True."

"What's going on?"

According to the memory of the Second Young Master Tang, some martial techniques required special methods to study.

"Damn it, how do I practice?!" Tang Yan racked his brain, but could not find a solution in the Second Young Master's memory, only images of white, bare buttocks or thighs.

Tang Yan leaned against a tree, feeling like a lion trying to eat a hedgehog and not knowing where to start. His stomach protested even more, but he had nothing to eat and did not dare to hunt beasts. Even if he caught one by luck, he did not dare to openly set up a fire to cook it.

He silently comforted his protesting stomach, calmed his racing heart, and lay back on the tree canopy, staring blankly at the stars, recalling the events of the past half day.

This was his first night on the Qitian Continent, a bit messy but full of excitement.

Far more exciting than tomb raiding in his previous life.

Endless life forms thrived and survived in this strange world, vast lands stretched out, and there was unrestrained killing, a survival of the fittest. Here, as long as you had power and strength, you could enjoy life as you pleased and stand above all.

Here... it was indeed a... wondrous world...

Tang Yan was extremely tired and gradually fell asleep.

Actually, Tang Yan was already in the inner circle of the Illusion Forest. Unless you were a powerful martial artist, no one dared to sleep so carelessly on a tree, or they might be eaten by a beast looking for food at night.

Tang Yan, unaware of the situation and extremely tired, was not very careful. However, his luck was still good, and the forest was unusually quiet that night, with only faint roars and bird calls, and no beasts moving in the area.

The next morning, Tang Yan woke up, stretched comfortably, and leaped down from the tree, continuing deeper into the forest, hoping to find some students or teachers from the academy to guide him.

The ancient trees in the depths of the forest towered, their roots intertwined, and their branches hung down to the ground, some even thicker than the ancient trees. The deeper he went, the larger and denser the trees became.

But as he walked, Tang Yan finally realized something was wrong.

Where were the beasts? All he had heard were faint roars and bird calls, but he had not seen a single beast.

Was he just lucky? Or...

Slowly, Tang Yan's face turned serious. In the Illusion Forest, where beasts roamed, this situation could only mean one thing: he had entered the territory of a powerful beast!

To have its own territory, and such a vast one, this beast must be incredibly powerful!

Tang Yan thought about retreating, but as he looked around at the dense forest, he suddenly realized... damn, he was lost!

Crack... crack... crack...

A strange sound came from the