Chapter 44: Young Master of the Blood Clan, Late Nascent Soul Stage 

“Watch where you’re going, Li Yang,” Meng Zhang said, his voice trembling.

Except for Li Yang, the sword cultivator, the other four were being carried, their feet dangling in the air.

Plus, the girl’s speed was so fast that it was eight streets ahead of the blood clan guard behind them. Who wouldn’t be scared following her?

Meng Zhang asked, “Where are we going now?”

Fang Yizhou came to his senses and answered first, with a slight tone of command, “To the blood clan formation. Li Yang, I have a way.”

Li Yang rolled her eyes, “Master, you’re quite good at giving orders.”

But complaining was complaining. If Fang Yizhou hadn’t said that, she wouldn’t have known where to wander with a few useless Dan cultivators for a while.

Li Yang kept her eyes fixed on the front and accelerated.

They flew straight to the outside of the blood clan formation.

Luo Qingyang looked up at the sky and couldn’t help but twitch his mouth, “What… is that?”

By this time, Lou Qi had been maintaining the defensive formation for a long time and was exhausted. He slightly raised his eyes when he heard the question and caught sight of the five people in the sky, flapping towards them like a peacock with its tail spread, in a strange posture, with people holding onto people.

He noticed the slender figure in the middle, covered in blood, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Seeing that the blood clan guard was nowhere to be seen, Li Yang quickly landed, right next to the formation, put everyone down, and quickly stretched her arms, complaining, “Even a donkey pulling a mill isn’t as tired as pulling you guys.”

Fang Yizhou glared at her, but seeing the girl’s bloody and miserable appearance, he didn’t say anything. He walked towards the front of the formation, reached out and touched it in a practiced manner.

Meng Zhang hurriedly divided the two Ice Clear Pills between Fang Yizhou and An Yi, giggling foolishly, “Thanks to Li Yang and the others, I was able to refine the pills.”

Fang Yizhou nodded, took out a pitch-black, blood-stained token from somewhere, and tentatively placed it on the formation.

The blood clan formation was still there, but it seemed to be unable to see the people in front of it.

Fang Yizhou, holding the token, passed through smoothly.

He then extended his hand, handed the token to An Yi, and explained to the others, “The blood clan formation is ineffective against blood clan members. I picked up this token in the secret realm. It originally belonged to the blood clan, and the blood on it is also from blood clan members.”

It was because of the token’s aura that the formation treated them as their own.

Several people repeatedly passed through the formation relying on the token.

Li Yang didn’t need the token, she went straight through and praised, “I didn’t know you were so capable.”

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head awkwardly, “You… are pretty capable too.”

Everyone entered Lou Qi’s defensive formation together.

Li Yang and Meng Zhang did the same thing, they threw their Xuan swords aside and sat down on the ground.

The girl hissed, a hideous sword wound on her back suddenly split open, and blood flowed out.

The little black fat man was so scared that he rolled on the ground, nervously poking Li Yang, “Are you okay?”

Everyone only then noticed how serious the girl’s injury was.

The sword wound was deep and visible, the flesh was torn, and the appearance was extremely miserable.

She had given the last YuanLing Pill to the little panda, Li Yang had only taken two low-grade blood-replenishing pills, and she was still laughing carelessly, “I’m fine, I can still live.”

Not only did she live, but after several near-death experiences, she had some insights.

The Vajra Sutra had successfully reached the second level.

Suddenly, a beam of silver light appeared in front of her.

Fang Yizhou picked up the blood-stained Xuan sword and handed it to her, his voice as gentle as possible, “You’ve worked hard.”

She was stunned for a moment, she reached out to take the Xuan sword.

The moment she touched it, a faint green light spread from the man’s fingertips, flowing along the blade and merging into Li Yang’s limbs.

Fang Yizhou had learned a technique called “The Art of Rebirth” in the legacy, and he used it on Li Yang.

As a Dan cultivator with the Divine Phoenix body, she naturally had extraordinary recovery and healing abilities. Coupled with the Rebirth Technique, Li Yang could feel her wounds slowly healing, like withered trees coming back to life, regaining their vitality.

Meng Zhang, with his hands on his chin, leaned over, looking extremely serious, “Li Yang, my senior brother rarely takes the initiative to save people. You’ve struck it rich.”

The man’s hand holding the sword shook slightly. While treating Li Yang, he expressionlessly kicked Meng Zhang, coldly ordering, “Go refine pills.”

“Oh…”

He rubbed his butt, finally remembering his business. He put down his alchemy furnace. With so many people protecting him, he naturally wasn’t afraid anymore. He refined pills right there.

He had just thrown out the spirit herbs when a blood-stained pink cloth suddenly appeared in front of him.

The cloth spirit, Feng Yao, came from the battlefield. She had also inevitably suffered some injuries. Seeing them, tears streamed down her face, “Senior brother, I was so worried about you.”

Seeing the touching reunion in front of her, Li Yang sat cross-legged, holding a sword in one hand, and with the other hand, she quietly took out… a few jujubes and ruthlessly started munching on them.

The sound of the jujubes being bitten was “crunching, crunching.”

Fang Yizhou frowned tightly, “Can’t you be quiet for a while?”

“But I’m hungry,” Li Yang replied honestly.

He suppressed his anger, turned his head away, but his healing movements didn’t stop, continuously sending spiritual energy into the girl’s body.

Feng Yao was completely stunned.

After a few seconds, she tremblingly called out, “Senior brother, I’m injured too.”

Fang Yizhou, “Wait a minute.”

She had always been treated as a treasure by the sect’s senior brothers. When had she ever waited for anyone?

Feng Yao pursed her lips, unhappy.

Outside, the blood clan trio regrouped and chased after them.

The blood clan young master also noticed the change in the situation.

Those insignificant Dan cultivators had actually escaped.

His eyes darkened, and a pressure beyond his realm descended upon everyone.

The closest, Zhuang Churan and Qibuli, fell simultaneously.

Everyone’s faces changed.

They had always been able to guess that the blood clan young master, with his late Golden Core stage cultivation, couldn’t possibly have remained unscathed in the battlefield against so many sword cultivators. He must have been hiding some kind of trick.

But when they truly felt the opponent’s true level, almost everyone fell into despair.

The young man had been suppressing his cultivation, just playing with them. He wasn’t a late Golden Core stage cultivator, but a genuine Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Coupled with the blood clan’s unique ability enhancement method, the blood cultivators on the battlefield continuously provided him with energy. His current cultivation had probably reached the late Nascent Soul stage, at least two stages higher than everyone present.

The sixth elder of the blood clan appeared behind the young man, bowing and apologizing, “Young master, your subordinate is incompetent, allowing these people to escape.”

“It’s alright.”

He smiled ferociously, and with a wave of his hand, thick blood mist rose from the ground, transforming into countless crows, circling around him.

The blood clan young master’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

“They’re just a bunch of little mice. A few more, a few less, it doesn’t matter.”

A crack appeared on the defensive formation.

Lou Qi couldn’t help but spit out blood and fell to his knee.