Fang Ruotang stretched her neck out two miles and took the lead, rushing to the front. Everyone else, except for Tao Su who held their ground, couldn't help but follow Fang Ruotang to watch the excitement.
"Such a big inn, it can't be burgled, can it? It's not even dark yet! The sun has just set, who would be so bold?"
As Cheng Xiaocheng muttered to herself, she moved closer to Fang Ruotang.
"Do you think it's been burgled?"
"...A cultivator wouldn't be afraid of a petty thief, would he?"
Fang Ruotang paused, finding it unbelievable.
After all, once you cultivate spiritual energy, who wouldn't use it to protect their body immediately? Under such circumstances, it would be quite difficult for someone to steal your things!
Open robbery would be easier; judging by the sky, that might be the case.
"That makes sense. Let's go take a look. Judging from the voice, it's a little girl! It wouldn't be good if she were all alone and got bullied."
Cheng Xiaocheng pulled Fang Ruotang along. The two shared the same hobby and enjoyed joining in the fun. Fang Ruotang even channeled her spiritual energy into the soles of her feet, instantly transporting them to the neighboring courtyard.
Behind their yard was a small courtyard with a large tree, its branches laden with pink petals. Though small, the courtyard felt cozy.
The gate was not open, and Fang Ruotang could only look out at the large trees in the courtyard, while the shouting continued from inside.
Fang Ruotang simply pulled Cheng Xiaocheng and rushed into the courtyard. However, a figure was faster than them, and when it passed by them, Fang Ruotang clearly felt a pressure, as if some heavy object was pressing down on her.
Cheng Xiaocheng's smile, which had been one of amusement, suddenly froze on her face. The pressure on her internal organs caused her to vomit a mouthful of blood.
Fang Ruotang's smile froze abruptly. She hurriedly hugged Cheng Xiaocheng, one arm around her waist and the other wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Xiao Cheng, what's wrong?"
"I... I'm going to vomit!"
Cheng Xiaocheng's meager spiritual energy was churning within her body. She had the illusion that she was about to die. She didn't understand why Fang Ruotang had suddenly changed her expression. She opened her mouth to ask her, but then vomited a mouthful of blood.
The Yan Yun Ancestor and the others, who had been arriving at a leisurely pace, sensed something was wrong and rushed into the courtyard. Du Zhong immediately understood the reason upon seeing the situation and promptly took out a spirit pill and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Sect Master, don't worry, it's nothing serious. It's just that her cultivation level is too low, and she can't withstand the pressure from a powerful cultivator."
Fang Ruotang handed Cheng Xiaocheng to Wei Ruoyao and angrily tried to rush into the house.
She wanted to see which inconsiderate person was releasing the pressure of a powerful cultivator so casually.
Although the cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world, it doesn't have to be this brazen. Otherwise, low-level cultivators wouldn't dare to go out on the street, or they'd be killed the moment they saw someone.
"Immortal, spare me! Immortal, spare me! I didn't know she was your person." A man's pleading voice rang out from inside.
Fang Ruotang stomped her foot and rushed in, only to see the cultivator who had just been swept past her in a gust of wind now holding someone in his arms.
She looked closely and exclaimed, "Wow! It's a little white flower!"
The man on the ground, thinking he had more than one helper, turned around with a look of utter despair. But when he saw Fang Ruotang, his eyes widened in surprise as he asked for help.
"Fairy, help! This immortal is ruthless. You made this girl cry before, so he definitely won't let you off the hook."
Fang Ruotang tilted her head, looking completely bewildered.
She stared speechlessly at the obviously seriously injured man on the ground, who was just a mortal. Where did he get the courage to attack a group of cultivators like her?
"An'an, did they bully you?"
The man's face was cold, and his gaze toward Fang Ruotang was as if he were looking at a dead person, but when he asked the girl in his arms who was crying silently with her face down, his voice could be heard to have a hint of tenderness.
"It was out of my will to disperse your cultivation. From now on, I will stay by your side, and we can start over."
The man lifted Bai An'an's tear-streaked face with one hand.
"Alright, stop crying. Your master is here. No one will bully you anymore." After the man finished speaking, his aura of a high-level cultivator swept over the person opposite him.
The mortal lying on the ground was powerless to resist. His eyes rolled back, and it was unclear whether he had fainted or died.
Fang Ruotang chuckled speechlessly.
It was intentional, wasn't it?
Judging from the way this person is speaking, he must be Bai An'an's master, Jiuyuan Jun.
Such a powerful swordsman could kill a mere mortal without even lifting an eyelid or giving him a glance.
But we have to wait until she comes, until she's identified before we kill her. What, are we trying to pin this on her?
"No, you're putting on an act here!"
As a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending stage, this malevolent spiritual energy was heading straight for her. No matter how special her physique or how extraordinary her background was, she was under considerable pressure at this moment.
After all, she wasn't that dazzling at that time.
When Fang Ruotang took out the Xuanwu Divine Shield, Ancestor Yan Yun and Ancestor Murong also stepped forward. Their cultivation levels were clearly higher than those of Lord Jiuyuan.
But after a fierce struggle, Lord Jiuyuan actually held on without retreating and protected the person in his arms.
Fang Ruotang didn't want to actually fight with someone like that. There was really nothing to fight about; it was just a minor collision on the road, and it would be fine once things were cleared up.
"No, stop crying and not saying anything. Do you really want to see us fight to the death? Can't you explain things to your brain-dead master first? You bumped into me while you were walking, and I didn't say anything to you. You just cried in front of me. Does that mean I'm bullying you?"
"...No, you are not allowed to insult my master."
Even as the little white flower sobbed, she didn't forget to protect her master.
Fang Ruotang was so angry she laughed again.
Is it so hard to find a normal person these days?
Since spiritual power cannot be used to fight in the central city, neither side is really going to have a big fight; they are just using their realm pressure to intimidate each other.
But unfortunately, it was of little use.
Although Jiuyuan Jun is only at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, his status as the leader of the sword path did not fall into his lap for nothing.
This is clearly another genius capable of taking on challenges beyond their level.
"Lord Jiuyuan, you may leave! My affairs are none of your concern. From the day you crippled my cultivation, you have ceased to be my master in my heart."
Bai An'an suddenly went crazy. She was being protected in Jiu Yuanjun's arms and was doing well, but she suddenly pushed Jiu Yuanjun away and faced the pressure released by Yan Yun Ancestor and Murong Ancestor.
What happened to this mortal lying on the ground?
Bai An'an, who had lost all her cultivation, was in the same situation. Without protection, she immediately vomited blood, then her eyes rolled back and she fell backward.
Lord Jiuyuan cried out in alarm, "An'an!"
After embracing Bai An'an, he glared furiously at Ancestor Yan Yun and Ancestor Murong, looking completely out of control, and said viciously, "I want you to pay with your lives for An'an."
Fang Ruotang: ...
Her native language today is silence.
Even after arriving in the Cloud Deep Continent, I still can't get rid of this group of crazy people.
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