Chapter 67

"Master, this old servant will send you to a desolate and uninhabited place! They have already broken through to the front of the Yuhua Hall, but fortunately, the twelve immortal puppets left by the old master have blocked them, buying you some time."

He hurriedly closed the lid of the cauldron. The Yuhua Realm Spirit quickly threw some other miscellaneous items left by Qian Ji to Yin Xuege, then stomped his foot hard. A beam of light shot out from under Yin Xuege's feet, enveloping his body and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

In the next moment, Yin Xuege's eyes brightened; he had already arrived above a dense ancient forest.

His life-bound bat wings spread out, and Yin Xuege hovered in mid-air, looking around. Dozens of miles ahead was the core main peak of the Yuhua Small Realm. At the peak, faint thunder rumbled continuously, and a large amount of purple auspicious light spewed out, revealing the Yuhua Hall hidden in the purple clouds.

Flapping his wings vigorously, Yin Xuege flew to a position level with the main peak. With his current eyesight, he could clearly see a square mile-wide plaza in front of the Yuhua Hall. The Yin clan members were forming a great array to break the restrictions, furiously attacking a patch of green immortal light. Countless starlight and cloud-like streams poured out from the banners held by the twelve elders, including Yin Tianjue, causing the green immortal light to tremble violently.

Jiang Ruren and Jiang Tuochen led over a hundred Jiang clan members to form a massive sword array. The dense sword light was like a river flowing backward, or like shooting stars, creating countless streaks of light as they clashed with twelve three-zhang-tall bronze puppets.

These twelve bronze puppets were incredibly hard, with countless immortal runes engraved on their surfaces, which now glowed with blinding light. They stood in a line in front of the Yuhua Hall, and with a single swing of their massive arms, a ball of lightning as large as a water vat would crash down.

Each ball of lightning that struck caused Jiang Ruren, Jiang Tuochen, and the other Jiang clan members to tremble violently. If not for the great array to break the restrictions and the sword array dispersing the explosive force of the lightning, Jiang Ruren and the others would have been reduced to ashes long ago!

Among these Jiang clan members, the strongest, Jiang Ruren, was only at the peak of the Golden Core stage. In this era of declining law, a peak Golden Core cultivator was a top-tier powerhouse. However, before the decline, Golden Core cultivators were not even considered significant, and in many immortal clans, Golden Core disciples were merely used to guard the gates, manage medicinal fields, raise mounts, and clean the grounds of the sect!

These twelve bronze puppets, left behind by the great immortal master Qian Ji, were incredibly powerful. If not for the fact that the energy in the top-grade spirit stones within them had been largely depleted over the centuries, making them extremely weak, Jiang Ruren and his group would have been blown away by a single lightning strike long ago.

Even so, the attacks of these bronze puppets still put the Jiang clan members in a precarious position. After just a short while, Yin Xuege saw that several Jiang clan members, including Jiang Tianying, whom he had fought before, were already spitting blood, their faces paler than those of the Yin clan members who never saw the sun.

Watching the Jiang clan members in distress, Yin Xuege subconsciously touched the Qilin Arm on his left hand. This spirit artifact contained too many things that could not be known by outsiders, especially the four floating light star boats and twelve immortal weapon blanks, which could not be revealed to the Jiang clan members.

As if sensing Yin Xuege's concern, the Qilin Arm gently trembled and quickly transformed into a flame that suddenly contracted.

Yin Xuege rolled up his sleeve in surprise. The Qilin Arm, which had covered his entire left arm, had disappeared, leaving only a thumb-sized, faint flame pattern near his elbow. A faint heat continuously emanated from this flame pattern, allowing Yin Xuege to barely sense its presence.

However, the jade cicada pendant hanging from his chest soon emitted a silver light, which flowed down his body to the flame pattern. The silver light circled the flame pattern once, and the faint flame pattern vanished without a trace.

If not for the mental connection Yin Xuege still maintained with the Qilin Arm, he would have suspected that the silver light from the jade cicada had made the Qilin Arm disappear! Although he could no longer see the flame pattern with his eyes, Yin Xuege could still clearly perceive that the Qilin Arm was hidden in his arm.

"Truly a fine treasure!" He touched the skin where the flame pattern had been and grabbed the jade cicada hanging from his chest, sighing sincerely. He looked around for a while, then jumped into the dense forest below, picking two six-leaf golden lingzhi herbs from the towering ancient pines. He then launched a blood thunderbolt fiercely toward a nearby forest.

A loud 'bang' echoed, and a blood light shot into the sky. Yin Xuege let out a piercing scream, being thrown hundreds of meters high by the terrifying explosion. His clothes were shredded, and most of his hair was burned off by the high temperature of the blood thunderbolt. Covered in black smoke, he flapped his life-bound bat wings and clumsily flew toward the main peak of the Yuhua Small Realm.

As he flew, Yin Xuege screamed at the top of his lungs, "Grand Elder, Grand Elder, it's really, a nightmare!"

Yin Xuege was not faking it; he was genuinely dazed and disoriented by the blood thunderbolt, with his internal organs severely shaken. He spat out large amounts of blood, barely managing to fly to the edge of the plaza on the main peak, then fell to the ground.

Many Yin clan members on the plaza saw Yin Xuege, who was covered in black smoke, and many of them cried out in shock.

Jiang Ruren, who was guiding the sword array in battle against the twelve bronze puppets, saw Yin Xuege's狼狈 escape and immediately let out a long whistle, striking his forehead with a powerful palm. A fine crack appeared on his forehead, and a blinding white light shot out, forming a three-inch-long, crystal-clear golden small sword.

The small sword let out a light hum, and with a flick, it grew to three feet long, shooting forward with a golden rain of light, circling the twelve bronze puppets in a flash.

A continuous 'clang' sound echoed as the heads of the twelve powerful bronze puppets fell simultaneously, their heads cleanly severed by the golden sword, with smooth, mirror-like cuts, indicating that the sword had destroyed the puppets without expending any effort.

With a 'buzz,' the golden sword, after severing the heads of the twelve puppets, quickly shrunk back to three inches and shot back into Jiang Ruren's forehead. Jiang Ruren took a deep breath, then spat out a large mouthful of blood, followed by a gush of thick blood from his seven orifices.

Although he had only released one sword, Jiang Ruren had clearly paid a huge price, his entire spirit and energy severely depleted.

Jiang Tuochen quickly took out a large number of pills and stuffed them into Jiang Ruren's mouth. Jiang Ruren mumbled, clearly disapproving of Jiang Tuochen's extravagance.

After a while, Jiang Ruren, who had barely recovered some strength, came to Yin Xuege's side, looking at him with concern.

"Xuege, what happened to you just now?"

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