"Boom!"

Red flames ignited on the cliff. After killing people, Yun Hanyou moved extremely fast, without any hesitation, she lit a strange talisman, and with a single fire reduced all corpses to ashes. Then she scooped up the Storage Bag from the ground and dashed towards the mountaintop at incredible speed.

At the mountaintop, there stood a narrow and unusual stone cavern, erect in solitude, resembling a door.

Through this stone cavern, one could see a stone staircase extending downwards, and on the stone staircase, a Qi Refining Eighth Layer Water Ape, covered in injuries, weakly and helplessly looked at the approaching Yun Hanyou.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Upon seeing Yun Hanyou with a murderous look, the Water Ape seemingly accepted its fate, letting out a mournful cry, then dropped to its knees and bowed down before Yun Hanyou.

"Bang!"

However, Yun Hanyou remained unmoved, directly producing a golden giant cudgel and struck it on the Water Ape’s head, knocking it unconscious. Then she took out a blue rope and securely bound the Water Ape, placing three Dharma Artifacts at the stone cavern entrance as a barrier, before confidently proceeding into the stone cavern.

Following the stone cavern stairs all the way down, the view suddenly opened up.

There inside the cliff was an astonishingly blue water pool.

Upon seeing this water pool, Yun Hanyou’s lips curled into a slight smile.

She then activated a Dharma Seal, red light seemed to flicker in her eyes, continuously scanning the pool.

After a while, she appeared to have discovered something, and the smile on her lips intensified. Then she stirred her Mana to guard her side. Taking a deep breath, she leaped boldly, diving directly into the pool.

After a long time, the water pool parted, and Yun Hanyou emerged with a delighted face.

In her hand, a black Jade Scroll gleamed brightly, flashing with peculiar colors.

But just at that moment, the smile on Yun Hanyou’s lips suddenly froze.

She looked up, only to find that within the stone cavern, at some indiscernible time, appeared a tall, young man.

The young man had an exceptionally tall stature, merging with the daylight, his face handsome as jade. The expansive Daoist Robe he wore emitted an ethereal aura.

At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, smilingly gazing at Yun Hanyou.

"You are... Senior Brother Gu Yuan from the same boat?"

"Senior Brother Gu, when did you arrive here?"

Upon seeing Gu Yuan, Yun Hanyou’s expression did not change in the slightest. She widened her eyes naturally, looking at him with innocent eyes.

Yun Hanyou herself was exceedingly beautiful, her facial features exquisitely carved like jade, her skin as white as snow, her figure extremely wonderful, and even the wide sleeves of her robe could highlight a lovely curve.

At this moment, she widened her eyes filled with Spiritual Qi, staring closely at Gu Yuan, extremely tempting.

"Whew!"

But Gu Yuan merely smiled gently, as the Flame Flood Dragon Seal and Little Giant God Seal simultaneously activated. A red Flood Dragon in the air opened its mouth and expelled a torrid flame fiercely, landing an inch in front of Gu Yuan.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

The strange little worms, imperceptible to both the naked eye and Spiritual Sense, instantly turned to ashes and fell onto the ground.

"They are Soul-Stealing Insects!"

"Senior Brother Gu, someone ambushed us!"

Yun Hanyou immediately revealed a flustered and vigilant expression, loudly warning Gu Yuan.

"Clang!"

But Gu Yuan merely pointed a finger, and dozens of peach blossoms suddenly flew out, slicing at the ground beneath him.

"Puff hiss!"

Strands of invisible fragrance, akin to vines, unknowingly wrapped around Gu Yuan’s feet.

But under the sharp cutting of the Peach Blossom Sword Qi, the fragrance instantly severed, ground into pieces by the Sword Qi.

"That’s not good, it’s Corpse Rot Fragrance!"

Yun Hanyou’s face turned even more alarmed, vigilantly looking in all directions, while continuously warning Gu Yuan aloud.

"Dang!"

But Gu Yuan pointed a finger, suspending the Seal of Mount Yin above his head, emitting mountains’ shadows.

The shadows of mountains appeared just as an unusual cold wind emerged but were firmly blocked by the Seal of Mount Yin.

...

"Senior Brother Gu, what Tribulation Cultivator path do you follow? One Yang Dao or Primordial Demon Dao?"

Seeing this scene, the panic and disguise on Yun Hanyou’s face completely faded away. She frowned, staring intently at Gu Yuan with vigilant eyes.

She had just used her voice as a command, with her mouth as a medium, deploying her most hidden and powerful Tribulation Cultivator techniques.

Yet unexpectedly, all of them were effortlessly dispelled by the seemingly righteous-looking Senior Brother Gu in front of her.

His methods, effortlessly executed, countered her own like a "Tribulation Cultivator novice," unbelievably clumsy.

"I walk the true path of righteousness! Why would I need secretive techniques?!"

"But you, Junior Sister Yun, this is a Daoist School conquest, a significant undertaking. Why aren’t you occupying the Spirit Peak and instead loitering here?"

Gu Yuan’s sleeves fluttered lightly, chuckling softly, but his gaze fell on the black Jade Scroll hidden in Yun Hanyou’s sleeves.

This black Jade Scroll was precisely the fortune indicated by the Stone Liquid.

Who knows how, for such a long time, a Jade Scroll had been hidden within the water pool without being discovered?

"Senior Brother Gu, why conceal your intentions? To pass my three Dharma Artifacts without being detected, and then to easily dismantle my methods. How could you not be a Tribulation Cultivator?!"

"If not a Tribulation Cultivator, why else would you come to this water pool?"

Yun Hanyou gritted her teeth and said.

She never expected that among the Cyan Peak Daoist School Qi Refining disciples, there would be a colleague like herself.

Tribulation Cultivators are a profession, a spirit.

The mere whim to rob and murder is not Tribulation Cultivation.

A true Tribulation Cultivator must passionately study various techniques, carefully choose targets, and focus solely on the path of raiding.

Without a dozen sinister methods, without robbing over ten targets, they cannot be called a Tribulation Cultivator.

Ordinary cultivators, in their spare time, undertake tasks, cultivate Spirit Fields, exchanging them for resources.

But Tribulation Cultivators, in their spare time, are consumed with thoughts of plotting and killing.

And the young man before her was remarkably proficient with her secretive methods, even more than herself.

Some countermeasures were more advanced than hers.

How could they be learned without relentless research day and night?

As she thought of this, she was both nervous and panicked, yet deep down, somewhat excited.

Comrades in arms!

Repeatedly practicing alchemy in the Daoist School, she had grown weary of it!

Pah! If you can snatch it, why bother making it yourself?

Last time at Cloud Cliff Shell Field, she missed the conquest because she was in seclusion crafting Celestial Ghost Incense, which infuriated her.

This time on the Wave Mountain expedition, she eagerly recorded her name on the roster.

For this, she meticulously prepared for a long time, selecting those from Noble and Humble families, whose strength was weaker than hers, yet self-important and had long perpetrated wrongs, as her targets.

The Wave Mountain expedition, everything was within her plan.

Those covered by Celestial Ghost Incense were all dealt with by her, not only did she make a fortune but also indulged her craving for raiding, and successfully found the Jade Scroll of Three Dharma Daoist.

But she never expected, at the very last moment, to encounter a colleague.

What to do now?

The experience of a Tribulation Cultivator told her that the person before her was unfathomable, battles should be avoided.

Yet, encountering a colleague, eagerly wanting to exchange "skills," that kind of feeling, was rising like ants in her heart, making her itch unbearably.