Chapter 67: The Hunt Begins

is head."That's right, we've run back again," the young man smiled."I understand!" another woman's eyes lit up, "It's a Gathering Spirit Formation left behind by Shixiong Yiyè! These demons from Wanmo...The Jiuxingzong and Xuanmen's bases were located side by side, with opposing factions naturally leading to friction. Over the years, their animosity has become deeply ingrained, with a blood feud that seems impossible to reconcile.

Although the Nine Stars Sect is an eighth-rank sect, ranking higher than the Xuanmen by one rank, in the Lingxi realm, the Xuanmen holds the advantage. Therefore, over the years, the eighth-rank Nine Stars Sect has suffered numerous losses at the hands of the ninth-rank Xuanmen.

Especially this Wang Yang, as a soldier cultivator of the most extreme type, his combat power is undeniable. Throughout the entire Jiuxingzong, only Dong Shuye, who stays behind at the garrison, can fight him.

Cao Ye admitted that he wasn't his opponent.

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Behind Wang Yang stood a young girl. She had twin braids, a slender figure, and a pure and lovely appearance. She followed closely behind Wang Yang, just like his maid.

In fact, this is true. Wang Yang came from an ordinary wealthy family, and the young girl was a maidservant who grew up with him. When Wang Yang entered the Xuanmen sect, he brought his maidservant with him. Unexpectedly, both of them had extraordinary aptitude for cultivation. They are now both disciples of the Xuanmen sect. Formally, they are master and apprentice, but in reality, they are master and servant.

The two master and servant seemed to have completely ignored Cao Ye and the others, striding straight to the edge of the battlefield. Wang Yang looked around, his eyebrows raised in surprise, and said unexpectedly: “Who killed your young master”

"Wow, I heard that Jiuxingzong is really bustling tonight. Looks like something big has happened."

He also received the news and came out to investigate the situation. Otherwise, as a seventh-level cultivator of Lingxi, he would not have left the sect's residence at random.

Cao Ye stared intently at him, not missing any expression on his face, but she couldn't detect anything unusual.

Cao Ye didn't want to answer, but he had to: "A boy with a white tiger."

"I'm afraid something will go wrong with the Xuanmen meddling in this." Dong Shuyè frowned.

"The Xuanmen will definitely take action, but the death of the young master must be explained to the elders of the sect, otherwise we can't report back."

Uncle Dong sighed and said, "I'm stationed here and can't leave. You'll have to handle things outside."

"Rest assured, senior brother." Cao Ye nodded. Although he was injured by Wang Yang, they were just flesh wounds. With his physical constitution, a night of cultivation would be enough for him to recover almost completely.

"Right, and there's also the young master's body..." Uncle Dong suddenly remembered something.

"Cao Ye hardened his scalp and said, "I will go back tomorrow with the young master's body." He prayed in his heart, hoping that Wang Yang wouldn't take the young master's body away. With that fellow's temperament, he shouldn't do something so lacking in manners. "o translate!>She stayed nearby, sitting on the trunk of a large tree with a jug of wine in her hand. It was wine that Lu Ye had bought for her from a nearby pass before he left. She drank alone under...