Zhou Lingkun knew that Zhou Lie had been cultivating influence in the capital for many years and had long possessed a terrifying force under his command.
However, he had witnessed Ye Kunlun's strength, and even if his full power were unleashed, it would not be enough to defeat him.
"Great Grandfather, Ye Kunlun might no longer be in the Kai Ling realm."
Zhou Lingkun felt he had to remind Zhou Lie.
Zhou Lie waved his hand and replied, "Regardless of his strength, he is but an ant in my eyes. The powerhouses of the capital are beyond your wildest imagination."
"Right, what news from the Taishan Mansion?" Zhou Lie changed the subject.
"My master has instructed me to prepare for entry into the Yellow Springs Secret Realm," Zhou Lingkun replied truthfully.
"The immortal masters of the Qintian Tower have prophesied that this Yellow Springs Secret Realm will be different from previous ones. Tell Kong Liuying to be careful."
Zhou Lie recalled the words of the immortal masters and reminded Zhou Lingkun.
"With the immortal masters of the Qintian Tower and my master, even if there are variables, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" Zhou Lingkun flattered.
"Do not be careless," Zhou Lie said solemnly.
There were things he did not tell Zhou Lingkun, not because he didn't want to, but because Zhou Lingkun was not qualified to know.
Few people knew the secrets within the Yellow Springs Secret Realm, and even if they did, they were powerless to do anything.
"You may go," Zhou Lie waved his hand.
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North of Jicheng.
In the mountains.
An old man wearing an eight trigrams robe was locked in combat with Mo Ziyan.
"Benefactress, you are fated with this Daoist. Come back with me obediently," the Daoist said, his voice carrying supreme authority.
"Stinking Daoist!"
Mo Ziyan's willow-leaf eyebrows shot up, and her attacks became even more ferocious.
After an unknown amount of time, neither of them could gain the upper hand.
"Benefactress, if you do not surrender, do not blame this Daoist for being impolite."
The Daoist stood on the treetops, his Daoist robe fluttering without wind. Looking at the uncooperative Mo Ziyan, a dark bell appeared in his hand.
Mo Ziyan knew the Daoist before her was troublesome. Seeing the small black bell in his hand, she showed caution.
"Stinking Daoist, show me what you've got!"
Jingle—
The Daoist gently shook the bell in his hand and said, "Soul, return…"
Instantly, a terrifying and mysterious power enveloped Mo Ziyan, and her sea of consciousness was struck by intense dizziness.
Mo Ziyan's delicate body swayed slightly, almost falling from the treetop.
She quickly stabilized herself, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. She stared intently at the Daoist and angrily said, "Stinking Daoist, you are seeking death!"
Mo Ziyan turned into a streak of light and charged towards the Daoist.
Jingle—
The Daoist shook the bell in his hand again.
Mo Ziyan's body froze, and then she plummeted towards the ground.
The Daoist, watching Mo Ziyan fall, finally showed a hint of a smile on his refined face.
But at that moment, a shadow flashed and caught Mo Ziyan, who was about to fall.
Then, it ascended into the air and stood opposite the Daoist.
The Daoist frowned, seeing the unexpected arrival, and said coldly, "Young friend, do not meddle in other people's affairs!"
Ye Kunlun, holding Mo Ziyan, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was only unconscious and unharmed.
He gazed at the Daoist, killing intent flashing in his eyes, "Dead Daoist, you dare lay hands on my woman, you are seeking death!!"
As soon as his words fell, the towering tree beneath Ye Kunlun's feet moved without wind, and myriad leaves transformed into sharp sword qi, attacking the Daoist.
The Daoist did not expect Ye Kunlun to have reached the realm where all things could become swords. He dared not be careless.
He flicked his horsetail whisk, which transformed into countless shimmering threads, meeting Ye Kunlun's attack!
The terrifying forces collided instantly.
Ye Kunlun remained motionless, but the Daoist was sent flying several meters by the residual force before stabilizing himself, staring at Ye Kunlun with a horrified expression.
"This Daoist is Xu Zhenzi from Qintian Tower. From which sect does Daoist friend hail, and what is your name?"
The Daoist announced his identity, clearly taking Ye Kunlun seriously.
Who knew Ye Kunlun would curse, "None of your damn business!!"
Xu Zhenzi's face darkened.
He was from Qintian Tower. In China, any cultivator would know of Qintian Tower's existence.
Qintian Tower was the strongest existence of cultivators in the mortal world.
When Ye Kunlun heard his lineage declared, he was still so arrogant. He wondered if he was a fearless newborn calf or simply ignorant!
"Presumptuous!"
Xu Zhenzi rebuked, "Does Daoist friend not place Qintian Tower in his eyes?"
Ye Kunlun looked at Xu Zhenzi, who was berating him, his gaze indifferent.
He had long guessed Xu Zhenzi's identity, as his Daoist robe was embroidered with the Qintian Tower's insignia.
He just hadn't expected to meet someone from Qintian Tower so soon after parting ways with Zhou Cen.
"Hand over the woman in your arms, and this Daoist can overlook your previous offense."
Xu Zhenzi only wanted to obtain Mo Ziyan from Ye Kunlun.
As for Ye Kunlun, once his origin was clarified, Qintian Tower had plenty of ways to deal with him.
"Are you done barking?"
Ye Kunlun spoke, and holding Mo Ziyan, he instantly appeared before Xu Zhenzi. "Since you're done barking, shut your mouth!"
Xu Zhenzi felt a sense of crisis.
Ye Kunlun's speed was too fast. His previous speed was likely something only the Master of Qintian Tower could achieve.
Just as he was about to retreat, he saw a bamboo leaf appear in Ye Kunlun's hand.
The next second, the bamboo leaf flew towards him!
Xu Zhenzi dared not delay and met it with his horsetail whisk.
But Ye Kunlun's bamboo leaf seemed to be transformed from the Great Dao, directly cutting through space, severing the horsetail whisk, and shooting towards his mouth!
"How dare you, you brat!"
Xu Zhenzi roared, his terrifying sound wave like a lion's roar, attempting to block Ye Kunlun's bamboo leaf.
Ch—
Everything was futile.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The seemingly insignificant bamboo leaf directly slashed into Xu Zhenzi's mouth, severing his tongue!!
Ah!!
Xu Zhenzi cried out in pain, spitting out a mouth full of shredded flesh.
He could never have imagined that after just arriving in Qingcheng, he would be severely injured and have his tongue cut off!
Although for a powerful expert like him, severed limbs could regenerate, he had lived in Qintian Tower since childhood and was a supreme immortal master.
Ye Kunlun cutting off his tongue was a profound humiliation.
Boom—
Xu Zhenzi's aura became extremely violent, and an eight trigrams phantom appeared beneath his feet.
With the appearance of the eight trigrams phantom, the surrounding scenery seemed to change subtly in an instant.
"Qi Men Dun Jia."
Ye Kunlun, holding Mo Ziyan, looked at the somewhat enraged Xu Zhenzi with a cold and indifferent expression, showing no worry.
Jingle—
The bell in Xu Zhenzi's hand began to ring again.
As the bell chimed, Mo Ziyan in Ye Kunlun's arms seemed to be stimulated, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Ye Kunlun frowned upon seeing this.
It seemed the bell in Xu Zhenzi's hand had a special effect on the spirit and soul.
"Kunlun brother…"
Mo Ziyan, in a semi-conscious state, suddenly spoke, murmuring Ye Kunlun's name.