"You killed one of my disciples and still dare to show your face in front of me? You have a lot of nerve. If I don't teach you a lesson, it would seem like I look down on you."

Ancestor Yan Yun lightly raised his sword, not regarding Fang Ruotang as a respectable opponent. His nonchalant expression suggested that he probably regarded her as an ant.

"Where did you savages come from? Don't you know anything about the major events that have recently happened in the Eastern Territory?" Fang Ruotang was not in a hurry.

They dare to be so arrogant because they understand the urgency that Ancestor Yan Yun is currently facing.

The little mirror was right about one thing: his time was up.

When one's lifespan is reached, one either needs to attempt to reach the Mahayana stage or die of old age.

No matter which path you choose, it's a dead end.

Attempting to reach the Mahayana stage may seem like a glimmer of hope, but it only means dying a more miserable death. However, at least one has the courage to do so, and it is still dignified.

For cultivators like them, dying of old age would be somewhat undignified and too shabby, so in the end, Ancestor Yan Yun would go all out.

The path of immortal cultivation is inherently about defying the heavens and seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

If Ancestor Yan Yun did not have such a firm mind, he would not have reached this point.

"Oh, tell me, what is it?"

Ancestor Yan Yun twirled his sword, then sheathed the blazing sword that was wrapped in red clouds, and looked at Fang Ruotang meaningfully.

His languid expression was like a cat teasing a mouse, watching her struggle futilely before her death.

Fang Ruotang felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Ancestor Yan Yun, so she rolled her eyes at him, not knowing what was so funny that made him laugh.

"The little guy has quite a temper."

"You're the little one!"

Fang Ruotang gritted her teeth. She was thousands of years older than Yan Yun, so it wasn't wrong for him to call her "little guy," but the mistake was in his tone.

Ancestor Yan Yun did not regard Fang Ruotang as an equal to him. Not to mention Fang Ruotang, he didn't even take Du Zhong, who was standing next to her, seriously.

They even found the wary Du Zhong somewhat laughable, like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating his own strength.

"Heh! You're not that strong! Merely at the Tribulation Transcending stage, while the Supreme Elder of my Heavenly One Sect is a Mahayana stage cultivator, uh!"

Before Fang Ruotang could finish speaking, the other party stretched out five claws, grabbed Fang Ruotang's neck, and lifted her up.

Fang Ruotang was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether it was Ancestor Yan Yun who came to her or whether she was pulled to her by Ancestor Yan Yun.

He acted too quickly; she didn't even see it clearly.

"release."

Fang Ruotang struggled to pry open Yan Yun's large hands, and kicked him hard with her legs, leaving dark footprints on his clean white robes.

"court death!"

Old Ancestor Murong acted as if he were the one who had been kicked, and wanted to teach Fang Ruotang a lesson.

Fang Ruotang's expression changed drastically. She grabbed Yan Yun's hand and shouted, "Jinghong, come and help me quickly!"

The Jinghong Sword, originally hidden within her body, seemed to come alive, piercing directly through the chest of the Yan Yun Ancestor with a fierce aura, breaking through his protective spiritual power.

When Ancestor Yan Yun grabbed Fang Ruotang's neck, he didn't use much force, leaving her some room to maneuver, after all, he wanted to know the truth of what she said.

But I never expected to be secretly hurt by such a tiny ant.

"You're asking for it!"

Enraged, Ancestor Yan Yun gripped his red-hot sword once more, and the Jinghong Sword immediately stepped forward to meet it. The swords clashed, producing a series of clanging sounds.

"My God! You actually managed to launch a sneak attack." Du Zhong was practically a fanboy, rushing forward in admiration and pulling Fang Ruotang back.

"Trying to run away!" Murong exclaimed.

He instantly teleported in front of Fang Ruotang and Du Zhong.

At this moment, Du Zhong was no longer a kind and gentle physician. He abandoned his usual benevolence, and the terrifying pressure of the Tribulation Transcending stage emanating from him rushed towards Ancestor Murong in an instant.

"You go first."

Fang Ruotang was speechless. "Stop messing around. You're doomed as soon as I leave."

She has countless life-saving treasures. Not only can she hide in secret realms, but she also has a backlash talisman on her body. Anyone who tries to kill her will inflict damage on her, which will eventually backfire on them. Moreover, she also received the protective divine power of Ye Wuxia and the other six people.

They didn't like her using this move to kill the enemy, simply because they knew that even if she didn't die from taking the hit head-on, she couldn't possibly be completely unaffected by such a powerful strike.

She herself didn't like it either, because she had experienced it before, like a strong, hardworking man slapping her with all his might, the kind of slap that could shake her internal organs out of her body.

It won't kill you, but it hurts terribly.

"Want to leave? None of you will escape!" Ancestor Yan Yun said in a ferocious manner.

The Jinghong Sword barely held out for three moves before being defeated, and Fang Ruotang immediately threw the Emperor's Banner out again.

She wouldn't summon the ghost soldiers from the Emperor's Banner to their deaths, but she could let the Emperor's Banner engage in a prolonged battle, stalling for as long as possible.

[My lord, return to the secret realm. The lord and the others have already gone to invite Ancestor Qi Yu and Ancestor Qin.]

【good! 】

Fang Ruotang immediately pulled Du Zhong and hid in the secret realm.

At the same time, the Emperor's Banner and the Soaring Sword seemed to have been summoned and disappeared along with her.

In the secret realm.

The Jinghong Sword let out a mournful cry, and Fang Ruotang looked at the chipped blade with a pained expression.

She touched it again and again and said, "When we get back, I'll have Sect Leader Li reforge the sword for you, adding more and better materials. Next time you fight Ancestor Yan Yun, I'll definitely beat his sword to a pulp."

The Jinghong Sword hummed twice, as if in response to Fang Ruotang.

Fang Ruotang put away the Jinghong Sword, then took the Wanhun Banner in her hand and sensed it. She found that the Yin spirits in the banner were not affected, so she put away the Wanhun Banner as well.

But at that moment, Du Zhong suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, his face drained of color instantly, and his body went limp as he staggered backward.

Fang Ruotang raised her hand and used her spiritual power to support him, slowly placing him on the ground.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

Du Zhong smiled bitterly, "He is at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, while I am only at the Initial Stage. He is several minor realms higher than me. If I fight him, wouldn't that be like lighting a lamp in a latrine—courting death?"

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Fang Ruotang immediately began treating Du Zhong's injuries. Normally, she was prone to nagging, but this time she didn't say a word or ask him why he was blocking her way.

Although she was used to the kindness and generosity of those around her, she also remembered every act of kindness from her family and friends.

Du Zhong was originally a medical cultivator, and he knew better than anyone how serious his injuries were from the spiritual attack. However, the moment Fang Ruotang's spiritual power hit him, he sensed something was wrong and stared at her with wide eyes.

"you……"

Fang Ruotang raised an eyebrow, waiting for Du Zhong to continue.

Du Zhong opened his mouth a few times, and asked in surprise, "So you are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao?"