"Now I know Wang Xi’s entire plan, and he is arrogant and thinks highly of himself. If that Song Yan is smart enough, he might be able to reverse the situation."

In a hidden cave, a young man in a black robe sat cross-legged, holding the uniquely styled ancient flute in his hand.

"I am curious, what exactly is in a Profound Origin Sect Inner Sect Disciple’s qiankun bag?"

"Unfortunately, Song Yan will eventually have to know the secret of this ancient flute."

Wan Songran chuckled, but his eyes held a chilling killing intent: "Since that’s the case, why not be frank?"

"Oh?"

"Giving up his easily defensible territory and actively seeking us out... Hmph, they say the Fox Clan has high intelligence, but I don’t think so. In the end, it’s just a beast."

"But this way, it saves trouble."

Estimating the time was right, the young man stood up from the ground and walked out of the cave.

On the ground below the cave, countless wolf Demon Beast and fox Demon Beast carcasses lay scattered. Wan Songran looked at the flute in his hand, grinning, his eyes shining with joy and greed.

It is said that the Wan Family’s ancestor was a great Cultivator with the ability to reach the heavens and earth, but no one knew his specific Realm.

Later, this great Cultivator was harmed by villains and passed away in Chen Prefecture’s Danyang Prefecture.

After that, the Wan Family did prosper for a period, but due to making too many enemies and the Aptitude of the Family Disciple declining with each generation, it gradually fell into decline.

Today, excluding those without any Cultivate Aptitude, the true Cultivator of the Chen Prefecture Wan Family number barely more than twenty.

The situation was precarious.

Wan Songran was the most outstanding Disciple of this generation, and the Wan Family head sent Wan Songran into the Spirit Talisman Sect, one of the Six Major Sects.

A month and a half ago, the previous head of the Wan Family, who was Wan Songran’s grandfather, summoned him back to the Family and bestowed upon him this strange flute.

"What a bunch of idiotic old fogeys."

Wan Songran muttered to himself.

"With such a good treasure, if it were used properly, how could my Wan Family have fallen to this point?"

"But this is also good. Let me, Wan Songran, lead the Wan Family to regain its former glory."

He leaped forward.

"It’s not over yet?"

He stopped on a tree branch, looking into the distance.

"Awoo—"

At this moment, in the arena not far away, a first-tier Advanced wolf Demon Beast was fiercely fighting another fox Demon Beast. The wolf king’s furious roar shook Wan Songran in the distance, making him dizzy.

"Even the Nightwind Wolf Clan, with their incomplete intelligence, have such terrifying roars."

"Currently, my strength is insufficient, and the flute’s sound can only slightly affect first-tier Late Stage Demon Beast, and only for one or two breaths. To try and contend with these two beasts with it is nothing short of a fool’s dream."

"However..."

"Buzz—"

The flame on the big fox’s brow had completely ignited. It slowly raised its head, staring at the Nightwind Wolf King with cold eyes.

Those golden vertical pupils faintly emitted a brilliant flowing light, which, reflected in the dark night, seemed like a declaration of death.

"Boom!"

A burst of explosive flames fiercely charged towards the Nightwind Wolf King. The latter was about to dodge but heard a melodious flute sound echo through the mountain forest.

That momentary loss of focus and stagnation caused the wolf king to take the full impact of the flames squarely, and also caused the big fox’s Demonic Technique to become temporarily chaotic.

The big fox thoughtfully glanced to the north.

"Hiss—"

"Awoo..."

With a pained cry, the wolf king also seemed to feel something was wrong, but its limited intelligence prevented it from thinking too much. It merely urged itself to unleash all its rage upon its archenemy before it.

The wolf king ferociously pounced on the big fox.

"Nightwind Wolves are bloodthirsty and skilled in battle, while Fire-patterned Foxes are adept at Demonic Technique. Once both are gravely injured, I will step in and reap the benefits. Two first-tier Late Stage Demon Beast cores! And all these Demon Beast carcasses..."

"Wang Xi, oh Wang Xi, should I thank you...?"

Just as Wan Songran was lost in thought, a pair of nimble eyes also watched this battlefield.

Releasing his spiritual sense, Song Yan tentatively swept in the direction from which the flute sound came, and sure enough, he discovered him.

"Wan Songran...?"

At only Qi Refining Stage 6, he could command a pack of Nightwind Wolf Demon Beast, including first-tier Advanced Demon Beast. Was that flute really so miraculous?

"No, the two great Demon Beast seemed to only be affected for a split second..."

The two Demon Beast lunged at each other again, and the flute sound rang out once more.

The big fox was about to dodge the wolf king’s sharp claws, which carried wind blades, but was confused by the flute sound, hesitating for a moment.

Pfft.

This blow almost tore off the big fox’s right ear, and its eye was gushing blood.

"Woo—"

Song Yan looked down and asked, "Xiao He, this flute sound seems to be able to control Demon Beast. Are you... affected?"

"It seems... I’m just a little sleepy. Other than that, there’s no impact."

Xiao He poked her head out and said softly, "This flute sound should only be effective on the Demon Beast he wants to control. If I stay alert, I’ll definitely be fine!"

Song Yan nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"Hiss—"

While the fox Demon Beast was unprepared, the wolf king used its hind leg to latch onto the big fox’s neck, then raised its front paw and slammed it fiercely into its left eye.

At this moment, the battle remained deadlocked. Several parts of the Nightwind Wolf King’s body had been charred, and the joint of its left hind leg had been bitten clean off by the big fox. The big fox was no better off; its right ear was gone, blood flowed ceaselessly from its right eye, and its body was covered in wounds from scratches, gasping for breath.

"Allow me to play one last tune for you."

Wan Songran smirked contemptuously, as if arrogantly viewing these two Demon Beast as mere playthings in his hand.

As the flute sound rang out, the wolf king and the big fox each pounced on the other, engaging in their final, desperate struggle.

"Daoist Song, having witnessed the miraculous effects of my Taotie Tail Immortal Flute, why not reveal yourself?"

Since Song Yan had actively sought him out based on the sound transmission talisman, there was no need to hide anymore. He even deliberately leaked a trace of spiritual power fluctuations to let the other party perceive him.

He walked out slowly but did not speak, merely staring at the two first-tier Late Stage great Demon Beast, who were gradually losing their life force in the ongoing battle.

"Since you’ve come, I’ll take it as your agreement."

Conversations between smart people don’t need to be too explicit. That sound transmission talisman was clearly an invitation to join forces against an enemy.

"Who wants to kill us?"

"Profound Origin Sect, Wang Xi."

Wang Xi?

Song Yan frowned. In his previous actions, perhaps due to being engrossed in Cultivate the techniques in the Essentials of Swordsmanship, he had not noticed anything strange about Wang Xi.

"Why?"

"Hiss..."

Wan Songran sneered: "In the Cultivation World, the strong prey on the weak, and people kill for treasure. Do you still need a reason?"

"..."

"It’s just that I, Wan Songran, Cultivate for longevity, for freedom and ease..."

A glint flashed in his eyes: "I just don’t want to be an ant or livestock in someone else’s eyes!"

"Tell me, how do you plan to do this?"

Wan Songran raised an eyebrow: "Plan? There is no plan."

"Wait for him to come to us, then unleash all of your and my strength, and take him down. It’s that simple."

This Wan Songran seems very confident in his own strength?

Song Yan felt a little perplexed.

Even with this strange flute, how could two penniless external Sect Disciple fight against an elite like the Inner Sect Disciple of the strongest Sect in Chu Kingdom?

"The Secret Realm will only exist for half an hour. By then, the Secret Realm exit will only be open for a brief moment."

"Wang Xi’s spiritual power is already approaching this area." Wan Songran’s expression was grim. Several green-eyed eagles circled and perched among the treetops. "The jade pendant on his waist can sense the direction of the Secret Realm exit."

"Only by killing him will we have a way out."