Five days have passed in the blink of an eye. Counting today, it has been six days since I started flying, and I have covered about half the distance.

It was evening, the sky was overcast, and snowflakes were falling. Fortunately, the gourd had a protective cover, so the snowflakes didn't fall on the people.

Below them was a dense forest, and looking ahead, a faint red light could be seen.

"Hmm?" Since she hadn't found a suitable town to rest in, Lin Ling planned to fly a little further, but the moment she saw the red light, a sense of crisis flashed through her heart.

"Wait here, I'll go take a look first," Lin Ling stopped the gourd, letting it float in mid-air, and sped away, leaving a group of bewildered disciples behind.

No one knew what was going on, except for Sui Xin, who sensed something was amiss.

These days, whenever he has free time, he practices the Shadow Patrol Technique. Although the detection range is only three thousand meters, he can still sense strong spiritual energy fluctuations ahead.

"Buzz," suddenly, a loud sound came.

The surrounding space seemed to be isolated by something.

He stood up immediately, feeling much like when he was trapped inside the barrier insect, where all was silent and lifeless.

"Everyone be careful, it seems we're trapped," Li Tianyu said, having also noticed the abnormality and offering a warning.

"Hahaha, not bad at all. As expected of a genius disciple of the Xuanyu Sect, you've got something," an evil voice echoed in my ear.

A red barrier slowly rose up around them, like a giant tetrahedron, enclosing everyone inside.

Because it was isolated by the forest, the gourd slowly and uncontrollably fell downwards.

The gourd had been floating at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. It was only during its descent that Sui Xin gradually became aware of the ground.

Dozens of cultivators dressed in black stood below, each holding a long sword, ready to attack them as they landed.

“There are probably fifty people down there, and they don’t seem to be here with good intentions,” Sui Xin said, pulling Xi Yun to his side.

"Junior Brother Ye, what are their cultivation levels?" Li Tianyu asked. As for why Suixin could sense them, he didn't ask, nor did he have time to ask further.

“They are all at the True Essence Realm, with the highest being at the peak of the True Essence Realm,” Sui Xin said after a careful examination.

As he said, the opponent was very strong; fifty True Essence Realm cultivators were quite a number. With such a generous offer, who were they?

The chubby boy and his friends also became serious. Xi Yun hid behind and tugged at Sui Xin's sleeve, looking somewhat flustered.

"Don't try to fight head-on. If you can't win, just run. Just hold on until Ninth Uncle comes back," Li Tianyu said.

Lin Miao's cultivation level is not low, and she must have some magical treasures given to her by the sect, so she should be fine.

In a few breaths, the gourd fell to the ground.

"Brothers, kill all the men, capture the women and enjoy them! Kill!" a seventh-level cultivator leading the group ordered, leading his men forward.

With the enemy already upon them, Sui Xin and his companions had no choice but to engage in battle.

First up was Li Tianyu, a long sword appearing in his hand as he charged forward to fight.

With a single swing of his sword, he cleaved three or four black-robed men of slightly lower cultivation levels in half at the waist, displaying extraordinary power.

Fang Tong was no less impressive. He gathered immense spiritual energy in his fists, striking down black-robed men with each punch. His fist techniques were powerful and unstoppable.

"Haha, you dare to covet my Xuanyu Sect?" Fang Tong laughed, looking quite pleased with himself.

The other senior brothers and sisters were in similar situations; they were all at the peak of the True Essence Realm, so dealing with them was relatively easy. However, there were too many enemies, and they couldn't spare the time.

The men in black robes knew that the disciples had higher cultivation levels, so most of them gathered around them, leaving only a dozen or so people to deal with the disciples with lower cultivation levels.

The chubby boy and his friends didn't have it so easy. Compared to the man in black robes, their cultivation at the second level of True Essence was really not high.

However, even when facing enemies of the sixth or seventh tier, they can barely hold their own, which is perhaps due to the difference in their talent.

The disciples were instantly separated, and they were basically fighting on their own. Only Suixin and Xiyun were still without opponents.

"Brother, I'm scared," Xi Yun said, tugging at Sui Xin's sleeve and hiding behind him, her body trembling slightly.

She still remembered all the martial arts techniques she had learned before, but her mindset was different now. Seeing the fierce-looking man in black robes in front of her, she couldn't help but recall her childhood experiences, and fear quietly surfaced.

"Don't be afraid, just stand behind me," Sui Xin comforted her, pulling Xi Yun to hide behind the gourd.

Touching her cold hands, Sui Xin's gaze gradually hardened.

"Haha, I actually found such a beauty," a dark shadow flew over, staring intently at Xi Yun, subconsciously ignoring Sui Xin's presence.

That's normal, actually. He's a fourth-level True Essence Realm cultivator, while the person in front of him is just a True Spirit Realm disciple, so naturally he wouldn't care.

He turned his head at will, and his Eye of Destiny opened instantly. Golden light floated at the corner of his eyes, lightning patterns condensed in his eyeballs, stirring up bursts of energy, and his white hair fluttered in the wind.

"Suppress the God!" With a loud shout, Sui Xin attacked before the man in black robes could react.

A ball of golden lightning flew from his palm and struck the man in black robes, tearing the ground apart with its immense power.

"Hmm?" The man in black robes slightly raised his hand, as if he didn't take Sui Xin seriously at all. What waves could such a True Spirit disciple possibly make?

"Ah!" Unexpectedly, the thunder struck his hand hard, tearing his palm and drawing blood. The fat man held his left hand, his face full of pain.

"You lowly cultivator, how dare you hurt me! I'll make you suffer a terrible death!" the black-robed man said, his face contorted with rage as he looked at Sui Xin.

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