The Zhou family next door, finding it noisy, had already set up an isolation array around their yard. With the array protecting them, they didn't send anyone to stand guard at night.

Therefore, they were completely unaware of the arrival of Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, and the others.

Dongdan Jinghong became even more arrogant. Nearly a thousand years of peace and invincibility had completely robbed him of his vigilance. He thought that as long as the Dongdan family crest was hung outside the courtyard, no one would dare to trespass on their territory. He spent most of the night indulging in wine and women, having an unbridled and unrestrained time.

He only symbolically assigned three or four disciples to guard the courtyard, sending the rest back to their rooms to meditate and cultivate.

Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye were prepared for a major battle, and brought thirty of the most powerful demons with them.

And that's how it ended up...

With thirty powerful demons guarding the courtyard, Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, and An Zijin entered the courtyard.

As for the three or four Core Formation stage disciples in the courtyard, An Zijin dealt with them all by herself, without them even having a chance to utter a sound.

Following the cheerful music coming from inside the room, the little bandit kicked open Dong Dan Jinghong's door and swaggered in with a roguish air, looking exactly like a female hooligan bullying the weak: "Oh my, I can hear the melodious music from three streets away. And look, it's really lively. Come on, everyone, don't just stand there, keep going!"

Dong Dan Jinghong: "???"

The female cultivators in charge of the singing and dancing: "...?"

It wasn't until Ji Fengyao actually sat down next to Dongdan Jinghong, eating his spiritual fruit as if she were no outsider, and even taking a cup to pour him some spiritual wine, that Dongdan Jinghong finally reacted and flew into a rage: "Who the hell are you! How dare you trespass on our Dongdan family's territory? Are you tired of living?!"

"Oh my, you're quite fierce." The little bandit reached out her hand to lift Dong Dan Jinghong's chin, but Shang Xiye grabbed it.

"Dirty," Shang Xiye said in a deep voice, his face full of disgust.

"That's true," the little bandit girl said, as if she had just remembered something and had been electrocuted, pulling her hand back as if she had been struck by lightning. She deeply agreed with Shang Xiye's words.

Seeing their leisurely demeanor and the complete silence outside the door, Dongdan Jinghong sensed something was amiss. Shocked and furious, she rose and demanded again, "Who are you people, daring to..."

"How dare you trespass on your Dongdan family's territory? You're tired of living, aren't you? You keep saying the same thing over and over again. Can't you come up with something new?" The little bandit picked at her ear, then lazily got up, put her hands on her hips, and shook her little feet. She said with a bandit-like air, "Your language skills are not good, your eyesight is not very good, and your memory is also lacking."

You said we met this morning, and this afternoon you sent someone to invite me to meet you.

I've arrived, and you keep asking, 'Who are you? Who are you?' How could the Dongdan family have a young master like you?

"Or are all the Dongdan family's descendants incompetent, and they barely managed to pick out someone as mentally challenged as you?"

"I just saw you this morning, and this afternoon someone came to invite you...you, you are..." Dongdan Jinghong muttered to herself, her eyes widening slowly, a look of terror rising in them. She suddenly shouted, "Someone, someone come quickly!"

The disciples of the Dongdan family, who were huddled in their rooms, were startled awake and rushed towards Dongdan Jinghong's room.

But with An Zijin guarding the gate, one woman could hold off ten thousand men.

These Dongdan family disciples, if one came, they were all knocked away; if two came, they were both knocked away.

Before they could react and try to attack together, three powerful demons crouching on the roof blocked their path like demons descending from the sky.