The 29th, light rain.

Such weather was somewhat rare.

In Changping, cloudy days were common, but rainy days were actually few.

The Cultivators in the city went about their usual business.

They left Yangwu Courtyard, following their duties, and headed in various directions outside the county city.

The area Song Yan was to patrol today was Cheng Family Village.

However, before leaving the county city, he still went to the Spirit Display Monument outside Lianheng Tower and reconfirmed Cheng Yu’s movements for the day.

On the edge of the Spirit Display Monument, Cheng Yu’s name was still in its original position.

There was no change.

It should be so.

Today, the Elder level should have already known about the ambush of Seed Demon Path and Yellow Springs Path Cultivators.

Cheng Family Village was the center of the battlefield, and Caoyuan Township was the farthest from Cheng Family Village.

Cheng Yu’s parents, of course, would not bother to send their child elsewhere.

His expression was indifferent as he glanced at the names of the few people around Cheng Yu.

Birds of a feather.

"If you can survive, it means your crimes are not punishable by death."

"If you die, it means you have committed many evils in your daily life, and it’s good to go down and atone sooner."

He turned and left the county city.

Cheng Family Village, everything was as usual.

Song Yan sat cross-legged on a hillside outside the village, under an old pine tree at the foot of the mountain fork.

Today, he didn’t need to do anything.

He just needed to wait.

On this day, many people were also waiting for a certain moment to arrive.

Night fell quickly in Changping.

The crescent moon was like a hook, and the dead trees on the outskirts of Corpse Bone Abyss rustled in the cold wind and light rain.

Lyu Qin, hidden in the night, slowly walked towards Cheng Family Village.

At this moment, the Six Major Sects’ Disciples were changing shifts, and it was also when the patrol was weakest.

Of course, these foolish people from the Six Major Sects couldn’t detect their identities anyway.

Otherwise, the Yellow Springs Path wouldn’t have been able to hide Jin Tianya here for more than half a year without being noticed.

Three miles away, Cheng Family Village was lit with scattered lights.

"If the Asura Path wants to snatch someone, it will probably be within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"Otherwise, if they attract the Disciples of the Six Major Sects, they will be in trouble."

Lyu Qin believed he had nothing to worry about, it was just a matter of whether he could find an opportunity to take the lion’s share.

As he thought of witnessing the Asura Path and Yellow Springs Path both suffer losses in a moment, a sinister smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Thinking of this, he used the cover of night to move a few steps closer, his eyes fixed on a certain low house.

Whoosh... The night was silent, only the heavy rain hitting the ground, each sound clear to the ear.

The rain grew heavier.

Lyu Qin realized something was wrong, not because Cheng Family Village had been silent for so long.

But because he suddenly discovered that the heavy rain was actually penetrating his protective spiritual clothing and hitting his clothes.

Creak—

The wooden door of the lighted low house was slowly pushed open.

A young female Cultivator wearing a blue and white Daoist robe slowly walked out of the house, her gaze directed towards Lyu Qin’s location.

"Not good!"

In the shadows of the night, Lyu Qin transformed into a streak of blood and tried to escape.

Ring—

A light ringing sound, and a massive burst of water vapor erupted!

Spiritual power turned into a tide, like rain keeping a guest.

In the heavy rain, Lyu Qin’s figure was forcibly dragged back.

By now, how could he not know that he had fallen into a trap set by the Six Major Sects?

But... how could he be so important as to warrant a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator to suppress him?

Speaking of which, Cong Yuzhen was also quite confused.

According to the clues provided by Song Yan and the conjectures of many Elders.

Tonight should be the time when the Yellow Springs Path Demonic Cultivators and Seed Demon Path Demonic Cultivators would meet.

They had even prepared for the possibility of Foundation Establishment Realm Demonic Cultivators being present.

That’s why she, a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator, was dispatched here to hold the line.

But after waiting until now, only one person had appeared.

"Could it be that the Yellow Springs Path Cultivators have already detected the movements of the Six Major Sects?"

Seeing that the other party had been waiting for a long time and the other group was nowhere to be seen, she finally made her move.

Spiritual power mixed with raindrops, forming countless dense chains, wrapped around Lyu Qin’s body.

"Sheng... Nian..."

"You bastard!!!"

Could it be an insider from the Six Major Sects?!

Now that he thought about it, every move of that bastard was full of flaws.

How could he have fallen for this trick!?

Cong Yuzhen formed a Daoist hand seal, and all the spiritual rain chains began to slowly contract.

Since the opponent was only one person and only at Level 9 Qi Refining Realm, there was naturally no need to worry.

It would be best if he could be captured alive.

But just as the spiritual rain chains were about to bind him, an unexpected change occurred.

Lyu Qin suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist, transforming into a streak of blood again, and fled towards the northeast.

Cong Yuzhen’s eyebrows furrowed.

As a trapping Formation, the Guest-Retaining Rain would indeed have a few weak points during the contraction of the spiritual rain chains.

The direction this person fled was one of them.

"This Demonic Cultivator is skilled in Formations?"

Cong Yuzhen was stunned, then let out a light sigh.

She didn’t know what she was regretting.

She gradually withdrew all her spiritual power.

Lyu Qin fled at high speed and noticed that the spiritual power behind him was gradually being withdrawn by the female Cultivator.

He was overjoyed.

Could it be that he had escaped from a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator?!

The Disciples of the Six Sects were indeed all useless good-for-nothings with no combat power.

Even Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators also... Whoosh.

A sky-blue Sword Qi streaked across the sky.

The blood mist fleeing in the night sky was like a fragile bird.

It was instantly pierced and dispersed by the sword light without any hindrance.

The Divine Thought in his mind came to an abrupt halt... Under the same crescent moon.

Caoyuan Township.

Several Cultivators from the Six Sects gathered in a courtyard.

The owner of the courtyard was just a Mortal.

Naturally, they had driven him out.

The Cultivator sitting in the center was Cheng Yu.

Even with increased vigilance, what they did was still the simplest task.

Patrolling like today was already the most troublesome for them.

Cheng Yu snorted coldly: "People like him always think that by killing a few Demonic Cultivators, they become a Dragon and Phoenix among men."

The increased vigilance in Changping made many Young Masters from immortal sects with strong backgrounds extremely hostile towards the name Song Yan.

They cursed.

"Yes, who doesn’t know that Changping is full of Demonic Cultivators now? But he just had to show off..."

The few people around him echoed.

"Now it’s good, he makes all the Disciples of the Six Sects play patrol games with him."

Cheng Yu was quite satisfied with the flattery from the other Disciples.

In fact, with his parents around, he still didn’t need to put much effort into Changping’s duties.

He just purely wanted to target Song Yan.

Thinking of the trip to Bei Ya Mountain, thinking of Sheng Yun, and even Cong Yuzhen’s reprimand.

Cheng Yu’s eyes were gloomy.

They were just two lowly people from the mountains and countryside... "Hmph..."

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

That cheap woman Sheng Yun could never leave Sheyang Sect.

When he formed his Dao Foundation in the future, he would definitely find an opportunity to torment and humiliate her in front of her relatives.

The evil desires in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

"Heh..."

Thinking of this, Cheng Yu’s tongue subconsciously licked his lips lightly.

Something fell from the eaves of the courtyard.

"Hmm?"

In his vision, a shadow seemed to be gradually enlarging.

At the same time, the eyes of the few Cultivators around him seemed a little dazed.

He turned his head.

At some point, a figure had appeared beside him.

A heroic face filled his entire vision.

"Wh—"

However, Sheng Nian did not give Cheng Yu any time to think.

Almost at the same moment, he suddenly raised his hand, and the horizontal saber was instantly sent out.

There was no sense of hindrance.

The black blade instantly pierced through Cheng Yu’s slightly raised throat from the front left side.

The originally dull blade, as if painted with pigment, instantly turned bright red.

Pfft.

In Cheng Yu’s dazed, painful, and incredulous gaze, Sheng Nian gently rotated the hilt of the horizontal saber.

The blade, wrapped in flesh and blood, was slowly twisted.

"Ugh..."

That chilling sound, in the now silent courtyard, was exceptionally clear... "Take a deep breath."

Sheng Nian gently patted Cheng Yu’s back, like a human mother coaxing an infant to nap.

"Dizziness is normal."