"Shut up!"
"Hold your tongue!"
Yang Hong and Old Ancestor Qingyun shouted in unison, cutting off Li Lizhi's words.
Old Ancestor Qingyun even brought his divine sense to bear, exerting pressure.
"Young friend, if you like women, I can prepare more, even more beautiful ones for you. The Qingyun Sword Sect has thirty thousand female disciples, choose any you like."
As Old Ancestor Qingyun spoke, he put on a smiling face and produced a jade slip.
"Young friend, these are portraits of the Qingyun Sword Sect's female disciples."
"There are portraits too? Let me see~"
Upon hearing of portraits, Yang Hong's face also broke into a smile, and he reached out his hand.
"Heh heh~ So, young friend is one of us."
Old Ancestor Qingyun's smile became lecherous, and the jade slip detached from his hand, flying towards Yang Hong.
"Heh heh~ Old Ancestor understands the way too."
Both of them were smiling on the surface, and Li Lizhi couldn't understand what Yang Hong was trying to do.
The next moment...
"Suffocating Tornado~"
Yang Hong's palm, which had been pointing upwards, suddenly flipped and pushed. A black gale shot out from his palm.
"Whoosh~~ Bang~ Bang bang~"
The gale, carrying the flying jade slip, shot directly towards Old Ancestor Qingyun.
Old Ancestor Qingyun didn't expect Yang Hong to act so suddenly. Although he retreated with extreme speed, he was still pushed back over a hundred zhang by the explosion's force.
"Kid, how did you find out?"
As the smoke and dust dispersed, Old Ancestor Qingyun, who was unharmed except for a slightly darkened face, questioned sternly.
He was confident that those jade slips were well concealed.
"Heh heh~ What decent person carries portraits of female disciples around?"
Yang Hong scoffed and laughed.
His hands did not stop moving, hand seals linked together, and spells were unleashed one after another in an instant!
For a time, gales mixed with fireballs and ice cones rained down upon Old Ancestor Qingyun like a torrential downpour.
"Hahaha~! So you're just a shrimp at the fifth-tier Nascent Soul stage!"
Sensing the magical power fluctuations from Yang Hong's attack, Old Ancestor Qingyun laughed.
He laughed heartily.
He merely cast a protective spell, completely blocking all of Yang Hong's attacks.
"Your Tribulation Passing stage cultivation is also quite something!"
Yang Hong's attacks continued, and he even had the leisure to ask.
"This old ancestor is 8,000 years old. Not only have I cultivated the Sword Infant of a sword cultivator, but I have also cultivated a regular Nascent Soul.
How could someone like you, a frog in a well, understand?"
"Now, this ancestor will give you a chance to submit to me. Sign the Netherworld Blood Pact and pledge allegiance to me, and I can spare your life!"
Old Ancestor Qingyun easily blocked Yang Hong's attacks while using his divine sense to observe Yang Hong.
Yang Hong's casting speed was too fast, and the variety of spells was too great. He wanted to seize Yang Hong's secrets.
He even wanted to devour Yang Hong's physique.
That's why he had the patience to chat with Yang Hong.
"8,000 years old? You've also cultivated demonic arts, no wonder you're so strong."
Yang Hong directly pointed out the matter of demonic arts, attempting to disrupt Old Ancestor Qingyun's state of mind.
"Heh heh~ It seems that little slut didn't tell you much about my secrets!
Now, you only have two paths. Either submit, or...
die!"
Hearing Yang Hong utter the word "demonic," Old Ancestor Qingyun's expression truly changed. The protective spells around him intensified, enveloping Yang Hong and the other two.
"Buzz buzz~ Buzz buzz~"
At the same time, a series of sword hums echoed through the heavens and earth.
A vast Sword Domain descended from the sky, encompassing an area of over ten li.
"Sword Domain!"
Yang Hong was greatly astonished. He hadn't expected Old Ancestor Qingyun's domain to be a Sword Domain.
This way, his sword intent would be completely suppressed and unusable.
His trump card was directly rendered half useless.
"Kid, you have good eyes! Now, give me your answer!"
Old Ancestor Qingyun looked down at Yang Hong with a look of absolute confidence.
Instead of answering Old Ancestor Qingyun, Yang Hong looked at Li Lizhi beside him and said sternly.
"Do you trust me?"
"I do, completely."
Although Li Lizhi didn't know what Yang Hong wanted her to trust, she still nodded firmly.
"Very good. I will send you to a place. Do not resist."
"Okay!"
Li Lizhi still nodded resolutely, and then she vanished from her spot!
"Good~ Good~ That's excellent!
You have so many secrets, kid, and even a spatial treasure of the 'Grotto-heaven' type!"
Old Ancestor Qingyun's eyes shone brightly as he stared at the back of Yang Hong's right hand. The scale-like pattern, which looked like a tattoo, was actually a rare Grotto-heaven type treasure that hadn't appeared for ten thousand years.
On the Taiyuan Continent, any storage equipment capable of storing living beings was collectively referred to as Grotto-heaven treasures.
"Kid, once you die, everything you possess will be mine.
Although I'll know fewer secrets, having a Grotto-heaven treasure means you won't have died in vain."
"Sword Rain Like Silk!"
The greed on Old Ancestor Qingyun's face receded. With a flip of his hand, an eighth-tier flying sword appeared in his hand.
A seemingly ordinary thrust unleashed countless sword qi that dispersed like fine mist.
"Hiss hiss~ Hiss hiss~"
The seemingly harmless mist, as it grazed Yang Hong's body, left faint grey marks. In just a few breaths, Yang Hong's magic robe was shredded into pieces.
"Power of Space~
Your sword qi can actually cleave through space."
Yang Hong's face contorted into a bitter grimace.
"Oh? You have some insight, kid! No cultivator below the eighth-tier has ever discerned the trick behind this move.
I'm starting to feel reluctant to kill you."
Old Ancestor Qingyun said he was reluctant, but the fine sword qi became denser and denser.
Soon, the fine mist turned into heavy rain.
"Tribulation Passing realm cultivators are indeed not simple!
Time to fight for my life!"
Yang Hong sighed, no longer daring to hold back or be careless.
He unleashed his ultimate moves without hesitation.
"Radiant Lightning, protect my true spirit! Nine Heavens Lightning~ Fall!"
A seventh-tier secret technique, summoning a torrent of lightning from the heavens, creating a safe zone only three zhang wide around him.
Then, Yang Hong, treading on the Big Dipper, continuously formed hand seals, initiating a casting sequence of sixty breaths.
A fire phoenix with a wingspan of three zhang flew from his hand, charging directly towards Old Ancestor Qingyun.
"Fire Phoenix Manifestation!"
"Kid, your physique is truly special. You wield fire and lightning magic with unparalleled skill.
However, have you forgotten the difference in cultivation?"
"You are Nascent Soul, I am Tribulation Passing!
Sword Hum Like Thunder!"
Despite Yang Hong's spells, Old Ancestor Qingyun, though surprised, did not attach great importance to them.
"Rumble~"
The Sword Domain roared like thunder. The fire phoenix was rapidly disintegrating.
"Heh heh~"
Yang Hong chuckled softly and took out a ninth-grade spiritual plant, the Golden Thunder Bamboo.
Infusion!
His magic power was instantly restored by more than half.
"Fire Phoenix Manifestation!"
A fire phoenix, six zhang wide, suddenly appeared and charged towards Old Ancestor Qingyun once more.
"Haha~ Kid, is that all you've got?
Then you're dead!
Sword Storm!"
Seeing a larger fire phoenix charging towards him, Old Ancestor Qingyun laughed. In his eyes, he had already forced out Yang Hong's trump card.
He decided to stop playing the cat-and-mouse game.
The entire Sword Domain began to rotate slowly, and a terrifying tornado of sword qi instantly engulfed Yang Hong, as well as the approaching fire phoenix.
"Fire Phoenix Manifestation!"
Yang Hong's habit was to stick with what worked.
The third fire phoenix was unleashed before the Nine Heavens Lightning was shattered by the sword qi. It circled around Yang Hong, protecting him.
"Fire Phoenix Manifestation..."
A total of 10 casts, the smallest fire phoenix was only five zhang, while the largest was eight zhang.
Under the crushing force of the Sword Domain, at least three fire phoenixes continuously guarded Yang Hong.
Yang Hong remained in a defensive posture.
And...
His 12 infusion uses were exhausted!