Seeing that Lord Zhuang was clearly being held back, Yan Chenghuan had no intention of speaking. She directly formed hand seals, and wind blades instantly attacked Rong Lin.

Rong Lin remained calm, easily blocking Yan Chenghuan's attack with his flute.

With Yan Chenghuan at the sixth level of strength and Rong Lin at only the fifth, it should be a crushing defeat for Yan Chenghuan. However, Rong Lin is not worried. He has a million living beings as his army, and he believes that even if the opponent is strong, he can wear him down.

"Yan Chenghuan, you've fallen into demonic possession, haven't you? The exact cause isn't clear in the cultivation world yet, so I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

Seeing that Yan Chenghuan did not answer, Rong Lin gripped his flute tightly, and the wolf pack behind him immediately stomped their feet and assumed an attack posture.

"Yan Chenghuan, don't be courting death."

Behind him, a dense pack of wolves surrounded him, as if wolves from hundreds of kilometers around had gathered there, showing that Rong Lin was indeed exceptionally talented in the art of beast taming.

Yan Chenghuan remained silent, a deep red aura emanating from her body, and wind blades swept directly towards the wolf pack.

Under the command of the white wolf, the wolf pack formed a formation and managed to block Yan Chenghuan's attack with only minor injuries to a small portion of them.

Yan Chenghuan glanced at Rong Lin, who was standing leisurely on the mountaintop, made a hand seal with one hand and a hand gesture with the other, and then unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy towards Rong Lin.

Given the difference in their levels, Rong Lin didn't dare to be careless. He wanted to summon creatures to block them, but Yan Chenghuan's wind blade arrived so quickly that it was right in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the wind blade directly sent him flying far away.

At this moment, the power of the wind blades that fell into the wolf pack was also revealed. When the wind blades passed by, a large number of wolves fell to the ground, mixed with blood, like a colorful blanket.

Rong Lin then realized how big the level difference was. He quickly summoned a tiger, covered his mouth which was gushing blood, and ran away.

Yan Chenghuan drew his sword to give chase, but Lord Zhuang stopped him.

"Chenghuan, forget it. He must be heading to the Immortal Sect. If you chase after him, you'll run into those elders and you won't be able to defeat them."

"What should we do about Xi Yue?"

Lord Zhuang struggled to his feet, his feet covered in blood.

"She won't be in any danger, she'll just suffer a bit! This child needs to be disciplined."

For the first time, Yan Chenghuan felt speechless, so what had he typed for so long?

It was completely dark by then. Yan Chenghuan helped Lord Zhuang sit on the Acacia chair, and followed behind, walking back in the direction they had come from.

Zhang Xu was really bored waiting in the same spot, but she obediently listened to Yan Chenghuan and didn't run around. She stayed quietly within the circle he had drawn.

When Yan Chenghuan returned, he saw her squatting under a tree, her head leaning against the trunk, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes falling on her face, her fair face appearing serene and gentle in the moonlight. She looked like an elf who had descended to the mortal world, sleeping peacefully and otherworldly.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly and did not react when someone returned, Yan Chenghuan frowned, took off his cloak and covered her with it before gently carrying her back to the carriage.

Witnessing this scene, Lord Zhuang's eyes almost exploded. The heartache of his daughter being abducted had not yet dissipated when he saw this. This child looked quite normal, but how could he have the same brain as his father?

Lord Zhuang was heartbroken and clutched his chest, unable to breathe.

"Looks like we can't leave today. Let's rest here for the night!"

Lord Zhuang silently turned around and took out medicine to treat his injuries.

The injuries he sustained in that one day were more severe than the injuries he had sustained in his entire life!