Tonight, the Qingyang Sword Sect is sending a batch of spiritual herbs to the Refining Sect.
Xiao Yang is in dire need of those herbs.
Talk about a perfect timing!
Xiao Yang chuckled.
What’s the delay? Of course, it’s time to go grab them!
With that, Xiao Yang and Nangong Hui quietly descended the mountain.
He donned a mask.
From the woods outside Qingyun Mountain emerged a dozen rugged men.
These folks were no pushovers.
They were all elites cultivated by the Dark Night Organization, each boasting a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivation.
Xiao Yang and Nangong Hui led these men straight to the spot where Qin Fei would be passing.
After nightfall, aside from the chirping of insects and rustling leaves, there were only the occasional distant roars of beasts.
A bright moon hung high in the sky.
The dim moonlight illuminated the world around them.
“Why aren’t they here yet?”
Xiao Yang glanced at the sky, knowing they were ready.
The intel capabilities of the Dark Night Organization were among the best in the Northern Region.
“They should be here soon,” Nangong Hui replied confidently.
She had complete faith in the organization’s capabilities. Otherwise, the Nangong clan would have been wiped out by the Qin and Li families from the Demon Sect long ago.
Half an hour passed in silence.
Xiao Yang continued to wait.
“They’re coming!”
Nangong Hui suddenly pointed at the sky.
Xiao Yang turned to follow her gaze.
Indeed, he spotted two figures riding flying swords zooming toward them.
Sword light tore through the air, accompanied by vigorous sword qi.
“Heavenly Realm?”
Xiao Yang recognized their cultivation levels.
It seemed that the Qingyang Sword Sect had been thriving in the year since the big competition.
These two were merely Inner Disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect, yet they had managed to reach the Heavenly Martial Realm.
Back when he was the Holy Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect, only he and Lei Renjie had attained such heights.
It appeared that after establishing a footing in the Yuanwu Immortal Domain, the disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect had immensely improved.
As Xiao Yang pondered, the two figures already hovered above them.
Nangong Hui whipped out a whip and flicked it into the air.
The whip slithered like a spirit snake and quickly ensnared the leg of one disciple in mid-air.
She yanked hard.
The Qingyang disciple let out a startled shout as he plummeted down.
The other one gasped, stunned by the turn of events.
Before he could react, a black-clad figure smashed him down.
“Do you know who we are?!”
The two disgraced Qingyang disciples yelled upon hitting the ground.
“I don’t care who you are; hand over everything valuable on you, or we’ll show no mercy!”
Nangong Hui’s voice was as frosty as ice.
She too had donned a mask.
“How outrageous…”
The two disciples gasped in astonishment and rage.
How dare these ruffians rob them?
“I am a disciple of the Qingyang Sword Sect, the best sect in the Northern Territory…”
Before he could finish, a punch landed squarely on his face, sending blood flying and breaking his nose.
“I don’t care who you are.”
The attacker grumbled.
The two Qingyang disciples, shocked and furious, immediately tried to summon their swords.
However, before they could act, Nangong Hui snatched their flying swords away with ease.
The Demon Sect’s Demon Capture technique was no less effective than the Fuyiao Sword Sect’s methods.
Without their flying swords, the two were like toothless tigers.
Dozens of black-clad men swarmed in and began to pummel the two disciples mercilessly.
Screams echoed throughout the mountains.
Soon enough, the two were knocked to the ground.
When they were searched, no valuables turned up.
Suddenly, the battered Qingyang disciples burst out laughing.
“Are you laughing with death knocking at your door?”
Nangong Hui asked coldly.
Xiao Yang’s heart jolted at this sight.
“Oh no, it’s a trap!”
Xiao Yang gasped.
“Haha…”
The forest erupted with cocky laughter.
“That voice…”
Xiao Yang’s gaze sharpened beneath his mask.
At that moment, shadows rushed out from the mountains, surrounding Xiao Yang and the others.
Suddenly, a figure stepped forward, approaching them head-on.
“Qin Fei?”
Xiao Yang was about to lose it upon seeing that guy.
“Ever heard of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?”
Qin Fei said smugly.
Just then, another figure dashed over.
Clad in red, with flowing hair and piercing eyes, it was none other than Mo Hongyue.
As soon as Xiao Yang saw Mo Hongyue, he grinned; she was on his side!
The other black-clad men were from the Demon Sect.
At this moment, Qin Fei was surrounded by swirling Demon Qi, exuding a fearsome presence.
“Holy Son, you…?”
The two Qingyang disciples were dumbfounded.
Their Holy Son was secretly practicing demonic techniques?
How was that even possible?
“How did you know…”
Xiao Yang regarded Qin Fei coldly.
“Learned my lesson after getting robbed before. If I weren’t cautious now, I’d be a fool,” Qin Fei sneered.
“You’re a real fool, aren’t you?”
Xiao Yang shook his head with a sigh.
If Qin Fei was stronger, the odds would be against him. But in this case, it was Qin Fei facing a tough time.
“How dare you! Kill them all, leave no survivors!”
At Qin Fei’s command, the Demon Sect’s men charged in, engaging in battle with Nangong Hui’s crew.
“Holy Son, you colluded with the Demon Sect… you…”
One of the Qingyang disciples attempted to protest.
Qin Fei, irritated, raised a hand.
In an instant, a sword light pierced the disciple’s brow, snuffing out his life.
“…”
The other Qingyang disciple stood paralyzed with terror.
Qin Fei casually waved his hand, and another disciple’s head flew off.
Without a hint of hesitation, he killed them.
Qin Fei couldn’t let anyone know his true identity.
Thus, everyone here had to die.
“Your time is up!”
Qin Fei charged straight at Xiao Yang.
The sword light was as swift as lightning.
Nangong Hui leaped in front of Xiao Yang.
With a palm strike aimed at Qin Fei,
“Boom!”
A giant demonic hand manifested in the air.
“What?!”
Qin Fei was genuinely shocked.
How could this be?
There was actually a Demon Realm expert among them?
What the hell?
He saw sword light flash, splitting the approaching demonic hand in half.
Nangong Hui flicked her delicate finger, effortlessly deflecting Qin Fei’s sword.
“Clash!”
A light sound rang out as Qin Fei’s flying sword was sent spiraling away.
“Sky Shattering Finger? You’re from the Nangong clan?” Qin Fei exclaimed.
“Bam!”
The two collided, and both were sent flying back.
The shockwave erupted, sending rocks and trees flying, throwing the mountain range into chaos.
Mo Hongyue clashed with Xiao Yang.
As they fought, they gradually moved away.
Nangong Hui’s crew engaged with Qin Fei’s group in a fierce battle.
“What’s happening?”
Xiao Yang asked Mo Hongyue as they exchanged blows.
“Master?”
Mo Hongyue was both surprised and delighted.
“It’s just as you see, that guy Qin Fei is playing the mantis stalking the cicada game,” she explained.
“Seems like he’s become sharper this time!”
Xiao Yang never thought Qin Fei would be so cunning.
Mo Hongyue revealed a weakness.
“Bam!”
Xiao Yang slammed his palm on her shoulder.
Mo Hongyue was sent flying into the woods.
Xiao Yang leaped up, lunging towards Qin Fei, who was occupied fighting Nangong Hui.
“What?!”
Qin Fei was truly startled.
He never thought Mo Hongyue would be defeated so quickly.
While in midair, Xiao Yang reached for Qin Fei.
Qin Fei summoned his flying sword, pointing it at Xiao Yang.
In an instant, the flying sword transformed into a piercing beam aimed right at Xiao Yang.
Xiao Yang allowed the sword to pierce him.
The flying sword was knocked away.
Nangong Hui soared into the air, seizing Qin Fei’s sword.
At the same time, Xiao Yang had a firm grip on Qin Fei’s head.
“This…”
Qin Fei’s face drained of color.
With a bit of pressure, Xiao Yang could crush his head and end him.
“No… don’t kill me!”
Qin Fei was terrified to the core.
He never imagined his opponent could be this powerful.
In reality, Xiao Yang had grown significantly stronger over the past six months.
Ever since the Holy Daughter of the Sect had aggressively pursued him, his training had surged forward like never before.
Even he found it unbelievable.
While locking down Qin Fei’s cultivation, Xiao Yang commanded, “Everyone lay down your weapons, or I’ll kill him!”
The Demon Sect members Qin Fei brought were bewildered by this scene.
They could only drop their weapons.
Xiao Yang exchanged glances with Nangong Hui.
Immediately, she struck down everyone that Qin Fei had brought along.
Qin Fei watched in horror.
“Don’t… don’t kill me…”
From being arrogant to completely cowed, the change was stark.
Xiao Yang tossed Qin Fei onto the ground like a dead dog before starting to search him.
“Who are you really?”
Qin Fei glared at the masked Xiao Yang, teeth clenched.
Xiao Yang remained silent, thoroughly searching Qin Fei’s belongings.
He pulled out a storage pouch and ring.
Xiao Yang opened the ring, revealing it stuffed with spiritual herbs—over a hundred in all.
“Haha…”
Xiao Yang laughed heartily, stowing away the pouch.
“I am Qin Fei, the Holy Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect! Let me go, and I’ll grant you great fortune!”
Inside, Qin Fei was fuming, while outwardly he was pleading for mercy.
“Pfft!”
Xiao Yang sneered, giving Qin Fei the finger.
Did this guy really think he could fool him?
“This…”
Qin Fei’s fear grew.
“So what if you’re playing the mantis and cicada game?”
Xiao Yang looked down at the prostrated Qin Fei with disdain.
“You’re…”
A familiar voice rang out.
Qin Fei’s eyes bulged in shock as he stared at Xiao Yang.
“Everyone step back.”
Xiao Yang instructed Nangong Hui.
She commanded everyone to retreat.
Once they were away, Xiao Yang slowly removed his mask.
“Is that really you?”
Seeing Xiao Yang’s face, Qin Fei was completely flabbergasted.
“Surprised or not?”
Xiao Yang smiled lightly at him.