Chapter 32: Why do you think Shi Yinghan became the number one on the Tongtian Ranking?

Jiang Yishen quickly ran to Ning Yue’s side; the anger in his handsome eyes was unconcealed.

He withdrew his gaze from Chu Zhi; his hands continuously emitted green starlight, surrounding Ning Yue’s injured hand.

The pain gradually lessened; Ning Yue’s pale face finally relaxed slightly.

Shi Yinghan looked at Chu Zhi expressionlessly. “Since you dared to injure my junior sister, you should be able to bear the consequences.”

Chu Zhi’s face turned pale, then she became defiant again.

“There are more than ten Golden Core late-stage cultivators behind me; even if you’re number one on the Heavenly List, you probably haven’t broken through to Golden Core late stage yet; can you defeat them?”

Those behind her looked like elderly cultivators; they were at least forty or fifty years old.

They were probably independent cultivators or disciples from small sects who came to the Green Valley Secret Realm to search for treasures.

She laughed at Shi Yinghan. “You’re young but arrogant; let’s see what you can do.”

“Little thing, you’re so delicate; it’s not good to get injured, hahahahaha.”

They were definitely not from the Hell Sect Chu Zhi probably paid them to gather here.

After all, the Hell Sect knew Shi Yinghan’s appearance and name very well.

Shi Yinghan didn’t bother with them.

Almost no one had ever seen this expression on his usually gentle and handsome face.

His brows were furrowed, emitting an undeniable anger; he looked at them as if they were ants.

He probably would be more polite to ants.

“I can.”

The cave suddenly became windy; the hems of their clothes billowed, and the wind grew stronger.

The calm puddles rippled repeatedly.

An eerie whistling sound echoed through the cave, making one’s skin crawl.

The expressions of the dozen or so Golden Core late-stage cultivators finally changed; they looked around in fear.

“…Wait, is this really the strength of a Golden Core mid-stage cultivator?”

“It shouldn’t be; a Golden Core mid-stage cultivator shouldn’t be able to fight back against us?!”

Chu Zhi said angrily, “What are you afraid of! You’re all Golden Core late-stage experts; are you afraid of one Golden Core mid-stage cultivator?!”

Yu Xiao said with a smirk, “Little girl, you must have just entered the sect this year; your understanding of Shi Yinghan is so shallow? You think he’s only at the Golden Core mid-stage; what made everyone in the Hell Sect tremble?”

Chu Zhi was stunned.

Song Yishi, half-lowering her eyes, walked to Shi Yinghan’s side and gently stamped her foot on the ground.

Indicating that they were still stepping on the back of the ten-thousand-year-old giant python!

Shi Yinghan glanced at her and continued to stare at Chu Zhi and her group.

“I know you can escape; forget about that; let’s teach them a lesson first.” Shi Yinghan said.

Everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief, then became energetic.

Letting their junior sister get hurt in front of them was like throwing their face on the ground for others to step on?! Not to mention brazenly taking the Green Lotus!

And the little junior sister’s face turned pale from the pain; she’s such a small child!

They were all famous young geniuses in the cultivation world; they all wanted to make a scene; it was just that their senior brother was too strict and they didn’t dare to act recklessly.

But since Senior Brother wasn’t holding back this time, who cared anymore!

Let’s fight!

Yang Fei used his tongue to press against his cheek. “I’ll go first!”

He flipped gracefully and landed steadily on his sword in mid-air.

A large number of tiny insects flew from somewhere in the cave, forming a dark shadow.

They rushed towards the opposite side

But there was a fire-elemental cultivator on the other side; a fireball eliminated most of the insects.

Yang Fei clicked his tongue, a little annoyed. “I can’t summon any useful spirit beasts here.”

“…But,” he looked puzzled, recalling the fireball earlier. “Is the power of a Golden Core late-stage cultivator this weak?”

Junior Sister’s fireball was much more powerful…

Thinking this, he glanced at Ning Yue.

Ning Yue’s hand injury was completely healed; her skin was as white and smooth as before.

Catching Yang Fei’s gaze, she smiled at him with a clear and innocent smile.

This smile was somehow chilling.

Yang Fei withdrew his gaze

He hadn’t forgotten that their Fusang Sect’s junior sister wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

In less than half a month, she had gone from a complete novice to a Golden Core early-stage cultivator.

Her cultivation speed was unparalleled; it was lightning-fast.

He turned back, flying his sword to Song Yishi’s side.

Song Yishi lightly tapped the ground with her toes; her body floated up and landed steadily on Yang Fei’s sword.

Yang Fei was excited; he flew towards the opposite side.

Song Yishi held a stack of immobilization talismans; she held one between two fingers, thinking about whom to target first.

A Golden Core cultivator on the opposite side sneered.

“Mere immobilization talismans, childish tricks; I’ll burn them all before they get close!”

“Tsk.” Song Yishi frowned slightly, impatiently putting down her hand.

Without thinking, she threw the entire stack of talismans; the talismans flew all over the place.

The Golden Core cultivator used the same technique, condensing small fireballs, burning all the oncoming talismans to ashes.

He laughed triumphantly, looking up to the sky. “How about that? I never boast; are you going to use this childish technique against us Golden Core late-stage cultivators?”

Song Yishi remained expressionless as always.

Yang Fei, standing on his sword, crossed his arms and sneered. “That’s a big mistake. How about you say a few more words? Let’s see if your tongue is still nimble.”

The Golden Core cultivator didn’t care; he was about to speak.

“Mumble mumble mumble…”

He widened his eyes in terror.

He wanted to touch his mouth with his hands, to see what was going on

But he suddenly found his body stiff and unable to move?!

What’s going on? The immobilization talismans didn’t get close; they were burned to ashes before they approached!

He pointed at Yang Fei and Song Yishi in mid-air in anger and shock

“Mumble mumble mumble?!”

Song Yishi’s voice was calm; she translated. “…What did you do?”

Yang Fei raised an eyebrow. “Immobilization talismans that couldn’t get close.”

Then, he summoned small insects again to fly towards the arrogant Golden Core cultivators.

The Golden Core cultivators were helpless; they could only let the insects approach and were forced to close their eyes.

But the tiny insects continued to crawl into their ears and nostrils.

“Mumble mumble mumble…”

Song Yishi: “…We were wrong; please forgive us.”

Yang Fei: “…Senior Sister, no need to translate.”

Yu Xiao propped up her chin, thoughtfully. “You’ve handled everything; what are we going to do?”

Song Yishi looked up. “…My cultivation level isn’t high; I can’t control it for long; Golden Core late-stage cultivators will probably break free in less than half a moment; those weaklings will be slower.”

The weaklings: “…Mumble mumble mumble!!!”

Song Yishi continued to translate. “Who did you call a weakling!!!”