An expression of astonishnt imdiately flashed across the old face of the Sword-Wielding Elder. His inner power began circulating rapidly, and he struggled desperately, showing signs of movent.
However, the Purple Blood Soft Sword was already following closely behind.
Whoosh!
The sharp blade pierced straight through the Sword-Wielding Elder's throat, causing blood to spray and instantly stain the ground red.
Bam!
The Sword-Wielding Elder fell backward, eyes open, with a lingering trace of fear in his older eyes.
That's how battles are; either you die or you survive. Had it been Qin Yang whose skills fell short today, he would have been the one lying lifeless. Thus, when Qin Yang killed the Sword-Wielding Elder and Punishnt Elder, his expression didn't waver in the slightest.
The spiritual power in the Purple Blood Soft Sword was exhausted, and with a gesture from Qin Yang's right hand, it returned to him.
"What a pity, that old venomous woman got away."
A cold glimr flashed in Qin Yang's eyes. The continuous expenditure of essence blood left his complexion sowhat pale.
Not far away, Zhao Hui, Wang Hu, and Shen Dashan were lying on the ground. Their skin began to fester, the pain was imnse, and their faces were contorted.
"The corrosive nature of that old woman's poison is quite strong indeed."
Qin Yang frowned slightly, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He swallowed a small Primordial Spirit Pill to replenish so of the spiritual power he had just expended.
"Spring Rain Nourishing Body."
Qin Yang ford a complex Spell with his hands, and the faint green spiritual power surged around him, then turned into a stream of light green water, enveloping Zhao Hui and the others.
Under the nourishnt of the light green stream, the festering wounds began to heal rapidly, regrowing fresh, tender skin.
A few minutes later, the festering wounds on the three of them were completely healed, returning to their original state.
"Thank you, boss."
Zhao Hui and the other two expressed their gratitude.
Such divine skills left White Crane montarily stunned. Mr. Qin was indeed extraordinary. Following him, the future might be brighter. At least, he had been stuck at the Peak of the Late Stage Yellow Tier for three years, and it was Mr. Qin who helped him break through. Unconsciously, White Crane's mindset began to shift.
"Swallow and refine the elixirs I gave you."
Qin Yang instructed. The three had just been through a great battle, so swallowing and refining now would yield better effects.
"Yes."
Zhao Hui and the others replied.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Under a large tree, Xing He writhed, his face contorted, his throat emitting whimpering roars. He too had been affected by the poisonous fog, not as severely as Zhao Hui and the others, but the pain was unbearable.
"Spring Rain Spell!"
Qin Yang glanced at Xing He, walked over, and perford a Spring Rain Spell, instantly alleviating Xing He's pain.
"I ask you, where's the girl you kidnapped?"
Qin Yang stared coldly at Xing He.
"I, I..."
Xing He gritted his teeth.
"You can choose not to speak, but you'll end up like them."
Qin Yang lifted Xing He, showing him the corpse of the Punishnt Elder, who had been cleaved in two by the Purple Blood Soft Sword.
"Master..."
Xing He's face changed dramatically. The Punishnt Elder was soone whom he saw as a very powerful existence, yet even he was killed by the young man before him.
"She's been knocked out and is in another car five miles from here."
Recalling how his master, the Punishnt Elder, completely disregarded his life just monts ago, Xing He gritted his teeth and revealed everything.
"Take
there."
Qin Yang said coldly, casting a Wind Manipulation Technique and moving with Xing He in the direction he pointed.
Beside a hillside road, Qin Yang finally spotted the black car, and fortunately, the little tough girl was inside, though she had fainted.
Seeing Ling Xiaoyu safe and sound, Qin Yang finally let out a sigh of relief.
Qin Yang carried her out of the car and perford a Clearing God Technique. Ling Xiaoyu fluttered her eyelashes slightly and regained consciousness.
"Qin Yang?"
Ling Xiaoyu opened her eyes.
"Mm, it's alright now." Qin Yang smiled.
"Aren't you going to put
down?"
Seeing Qin Yang still holding her, Ling Xiaoyu's cheeks turned a quick shade of red, and she spoke.
Qin Yang chuckled and set her down.
"All because of you, this ti I was scared to death."
Ling Xiaoyu still felt a lingering fear as she spoke.
"I was careless this ti."
Qin Yang replied. The Celestial Sword Pavilion ca with a strong presence and a hint of oddity; they seed quite interested in the talismans he possessed.
"How do you plan to compensate ?"
Ling Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes glimred as she spoke.
"What kind of compensation do you want?" Qin Yang was taken aback and asked.
"I want a dicinal feast..."
"Alright, no problem." Qin Yang nodded with a smile.
"Xiaoyu, are you okay?"
At this mont, Ruan Xinxue drove over, worry etched on her face as she carefully examined Ling Xiaoyu from head to toe after stopping the car.
Just monts earlier, while Qin Yang and the others were fighting, she had kept her distance to not be a burden and only rushed over after the battle concluded.
"Sister Xinxue, I'm fine."
Ling Xiaoyu laughed easily.
"Let's go back," Qin Yang said to the two won.
Qin Yang grabbed hold of Xing He to join back with White Crane and the others.
By now, Zhao Hui and the others had already refined the dicinal power of the small Primordial Spirit Pills, with their auras sowhat enhanced; they were nearing the Peak of the Entry Level Ancient Martial Artist tier, almost advancing to the Early Stage Yellow Tier.
Qin Yang escorted the two won back to Ruan Xinxue's apartnt, while White Crane, Zhao Hui, and the others took Xing He back to the Celestial Lake Villa District.
That night, at the apartnt's dining table, Qin Yang specially prepared two pots of dicinal dishes, one large and one small. Qin Yang devoured the large pot himself, while the two won shared the small pot, both pots filled with tender and delectable Qingjiang fish.
The aroma of the tender fish filled the villa, making one's mouth water.
Having been through an intense battle today and expended so essence blood, Qin Yang was already hungry, his stomach growling, and he devoured the al heartily.
After wine and a hearty al, Ling Xiaoyu and Ruan Xinxue sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Qin Yang, who were those people that took ?"
Ling Xiaoyu sipped her soda and asked.
"They're from an Ancient Martial Sect."
Qin Yang replied. Since the two won were frightened due to him, he saw no need to hide anything from them.
"You've provoked an Ancient Martial Sect?!"
The soda in Ling Xiaoyu's mouth nearly sprayed out.
"Qin Yang, those Ancient Martial Sects are not easy to deal with."
Ruan Xinxue, too, showed a trace of concern in her bright eyes. Clearly, Ancient Martial Sects were seen as powerful entities in the eyes of the two won.
"Don't worry, I won't let you be hard anymore. I will soon have this sect under my control."
Qin Yang spoke, his eyes shining with brilliance.
Ruan Xinxue and Ling Xiaoyu exchanged a glance, surprise registering on their beautiful faces.
"You plan to take over that Ancient Martial Sect?"
Ling Xiaoyu said in astonishnt. Although their Ling Family wielded significant influence in Nanyun Province, they were also affiliated with an Ancient Martial Sect, making her very aware of the strength such sects possessed.
"Ancient Martial Sects may be strong, but I'm no pushover either,"
Qin Yang remarked with a smile.
The two won knew that once Qin Yang made a decision, it was hard to change his mind. Moreover, looking at today's situation, the enmity between Qin Yang and that Ancient Martial Sect had grown significant. Even if Qin Yang decided not to act, the sect might not easily let things go.
"By the way, let
give you sothing for protection."
Qin Yang certainly didn't want the two won to suffer any harm because of him again. With that, Qin Yang took out so talismans from his garnts.
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