Having successfully refined the Blood Soul Pill, Zhang Shaozhong's strength increased greatly, but Ling Qingxue's speculation about the barrier between the two realms weighed heavily on everyone's minds like a boulder.

The incident at Qingcheng Mountain is probably just the tip of the iceberg.

The group cleared the debris from the cave, and with heavy hearts, they returned the way they came, carrying the remains of the fallen team members and the evidence they had collected.

Stepping out of the cave, breathing in the fresh mountain air again, and looking at the bright sunshine outside, everyone felt as if they had returned to another world.

Su Lan directed her team to handle the follow-up matters and contacted headquarters to report the situation.

She walked up to Ling Qingxue, her eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of gratitude and a barely perceptible hint of disappointment: "Fairy Ling, we owe you so much this time. Otherwise, we might..."

Ling Qingxue interrupted her calmly: "It's my duty, no need to be polite."

Su Lan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Ling Qingxue's cold and aloof attitude, she swallowed her words and just gave her a deep look before turning around to get back to work.

Zhang Shaozhong watched Su Lan's retreating figure, feeling a little uneasy, but he didn't dwell on it.

He is now more concerned about the Blood Demon Ancestor and the barrier between the two worlds.

"Fairy, elder sister, what should we do next? Should we go straight home?"

Ye Meier stretched and said lazily, "What else? Should I stay here and help the officials sweep the floor? I'm exhausted, I'm going back to sleep!"

Ling Qingxue shook her head slightly: "There's no rush. The matter of the Blood Demon Ancestor needs to be discussed at length. Since we have already agreed to the official assistance, we might as well stay a little longer and see if they can analyze more clues from these remains."

The three then rested briefly at the temporary command post, awaiting the official preliminary analysis results.

Just as Zhang Shaozhong was bored and took out his phone to check if there was a signal, a rapid engine sound came from afar!

Several off-road motorcycles with exaggerated designs and colorful patterns roared into the clearing in the woods. With a sudden stop, the tires plowed deep tracks in the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Seven or eight young men and women with strange clothes, bizarre hairstyles, and arrogant eyes jumped out of the car.

The leader was a man dressed in a black tight leather jacket with a long, narrow samurai sword at his waist. He had a pompadour hairstyle and his eyes swept contemptuously over the tents and people on site. Finally, his gaze fell on Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier, who were resting. His eyes lit up and a lewd glint flashed in them.

"Wow! I never expected to encounter such a stunning beauty in this desolate wilderness!"

The man with the pompadour spoke in broken Chinese, grinning to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Looks like our trip to China won't be boring!"

The men and women behind him burst into laughter, pointing and whispering, their attitude extremely arrogant.

Su Lan and her team immediately became alert and stepped forward to stop them: "Who are you? This is a restricted area, please leave immediately!"

The man with the pompadour glanced at Su Lan disdainfully, then pointed a thumb at himself: "I am Yagyu Kame-taro, the direct descendant of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu of Japan, no, the Ichisui Itto-ryu! I heard that a rare treasure has appeared in your Qingcheng Mountain of China, so I've come to take it! If you know what's good for you, offer up these two pretty girls to play with this young master, and perhaps I'll spare your lives!"

"One-hit-kill water pumping style?"

Zhang Shaozhong was taken aback. Why was this name so strange? He subconsciously replied, "What do you mean by 'One-Sword Style of Water Pumping'? I think it's 'One-Sword Style of Water Spurting in Bed'?"

He spoke softly, but everyone present heard him clearly.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, Su Lan and her team members couldn't help but let out a suppressed chuckle.

Even Ling Qingxue, who had been expressionless the whole time, subtly curved the corners of her mouth.

Ye Meier burst out laughing, patting Zhang Shaozhong on the shoulder: "Hahaha! Lord Zhang, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! 'One-hit wonder' in bed! Hahaha!"

Yagyu Kame-taro and the man and woman behind him instantly turned ashen-faced!

"You idiot! You Chinese pig! You're asking for it!"

Yagyu Kametarou flew into a rage and suddenly drew his katana from his waist. The blade was long and narrow, gleaming coldly. The men behind him also drew their weapons, some short swords, some shuriken.

"How dare you insult the swordsmanship of our Great Eastern Empire! I will wash away this shame with your blood!"

Yagyu Kametarō gripped his swords with both hands, assuming a starting stance, his eyes fiercely fixed on Zhang Shaozhong.

Su Lan immediately led her men to block Zhang Shaozhong's path, shouting sternly, "This is Chinese territory! Do you dare to make a move?!"

"So what if I take action? If I kill you all, who will know?"

Yagyu Kametarō grinned maliciously, unleashing a powerful aura that was roughly equivalent to the late stage of Qi Refining. The men and women behind him also possessed the strength of the early or mid-stages of Qi Refining.

In their view, apart from the woman in the lead who had some strength (Su Lan was probably at the mid-stage of Qi Refining), the other Chinese officials in front of them were just ordinary people and not worth fearing at all.

As for Zhang Shaozhong and the other two, although they have extraordinary qualities, they are so young, how powerful can they be?

They must be young masters and ladies from some noble family out for a stroll, accompanied by two beautiful female companions.

"It seems you'll never know your place if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Yagyu Kametarō's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure rushing forward like a ghost. His katana drew a sharp arc and slashed straight at Zhang Shaozhong's face!

It was extremely fast, creating a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air!

In his view, this strike was enough to cleave the arrogant Chinese brat in the air in two!

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