Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system

A few moments earlier, Cai Zhi was flying as fast as she could, occasionally glancing back to check if Wang Ming was following her. To her relief, she did not see any sign of Wang Ming pursuing her.

"Damn, that bastard is probably concealing his cultivation," Cai Zhi muttered darkly. She was certain the cultivation Wang Ming had shown was fake; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill her comrades so easily.

"I need to regroup with the others quickly," she murmured, cold sweat dripping from her forehead as she pushed her beast to full speed.

After flying for a few minutes, she finally saw a large group of cultivators ready to confront the pale-looking City Lord and his followers. Ignoring them, she flew toward the larger group and overheard the chatter.

"Haha, look at them! They're cowering like losers," a bandit said, sneering at the group opposite them.

"Ugh, why are we still waiting? Let's attack quickly! I can't wait for my sword to taste blood," another bandit said impatiently.

"We're waiting for the young master to arrive," said a higher-ranking bandit.

Another group of bandits stood talking amongst themselves, while a handsome young man wore a frown on his face.

"Hey, do you know where Brother Fan has gone? I can't wait to attack and claim their corpses," said the handsome man, who emitted a sinister aura.

"Forgive me, Sect Master Pan Lie, but Young Master Du Fan has gone with Sub-Leader Cai Zhi to capture the City Lord's wife and daughter," said one of the bandits, looking at the young man in fear.

"Jie, jie, jie... No matter, today my Corpse Sect will rise again," Pan Lie laughed as he radiated the aura of a Golden Core Realm cultivator, casting a greedy gaze at the cultivators and mortals in the city.

Pan Lie was the leader of the Evil Sect, which used human corpses to create puppets. Due to this evil practice, they were annihilated by the righteous sects a few decades ago. After the sect fell, he and some of his followers went into hiding, cultivating in seclusion until he broke through to the Golden Core Realm.

He had since teamed up with the mountain clans, and in return for their help, they would allow him to take the corpses of the cultivators. In exchange, he would help the mountain clans capture the city.

"Jie, jie, jie... looks like they've returned," Pan Lie said, and everyone who heard him looked up at the sky, seeing a figure flying toward them.

"Hmm?" Pan Lie frowned when he saw the pale, sweat-covered face of Cai Zhi, and his curiosity grew.

"Jie, jie, jie... Sub-Leader, where is Brother Fan? Is he still playing with the mother and daughter?" Pan Lie asked, though in his mind, he cursed the young master for delaying them due to his obsession with beautiful women.

"No, everyone's dead! Killed by a disciple from the Yin-Yang Sect. I was the only one who managed to escape alive, and that bastard has some artifact that can suppress the cultivation of beasts!" she shouted, and the crowd instantly broke into an uproar.

"What? The young master is dead?" exclaimed a bandit from the crowd.

"Damn it! How dare he kill the young master! He was supposed to be the next leader!" shouted another member of the mountain clan, furious.

"We need to retreat! Let's inform the leader," said Cai Zhi as more voices started protesting.

'Interesting... A disciple from a powerful sect. If I can obtain his corpse, I could create a powerful puppet,' thought Pan Lie, as a greedy gleam filled his eyes. He had created puppets from weak cultivators before, and now, with the chance to make a stronger one, he could not let it slip away.

"No way! He'll be ashamed to face the leader. Let's take this bastard's head first! If all of us go together, he won't stand a chance. He can't possibly face thousands of us alone!" shouted a cultivator, and the others backed him up, protesting.

"Now listen—" Cai Zhi began, but before she could interrupt, Pan Lie spoke up.

"Sub-Leader, I think they're right. Du Fan was like a brother to me. I'll personally go with you to avenge him. There are at least a thousand Core Formation Realm cultivators— even a Golden Core Realm cultivator would have trouble facing that many," Pan Lie said. In truth, he cared little for Du Fan and was planning to use the others as a shield to escape if the enemy proved too strong.

"You..." Cai Zhi was a bit angry, seeing through his schemes, and hesitated for a moment.

"Sub-Leader, no matter how many times you try to stop us, we won't go back to the leader without taking the head of the bastard who killed our young master! Am I right?" shouted a member of the mountain clan.

"Yeah!"

"Let's kill him!"

The crowd roared in agreement as they flew in the direction Cai Zhi had come from, ignoring the City Lord and the others, completely consumed by their murderous intent.

"Jie, jie, jie... We should go too," Pan Lie said with a hint of excitement on his face as he followed the thousands of cultivators.

Cai Zhi still had an uneasy feeling in her heart, sensing something bad would happen if they went there, but she suppressed her uneasiness and followed behind them.

City Lord's Mansion

"Are you both okay?" Wang Ming asked as he walked toward Mu Yiran and Mu Ning Xue.
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"I'm just a bit tired," Mu Ning Xue replied.

"Take this pill," Wang Ming said, tossing her a pill, which she quickly took, recovering her lost spiritual energy.

"Wang Ming, what is that? How can it suppress the beasts?" Mu Yiran asked curiously. Mu Ning Xue also looked at the net with a frown, thinking, *What kind of net is this? I've never heard of anything like it before.*

"Ah, ladies, it seems we have company. I'm afraid we'll have to talk later," Wang Ming said, glancing up at the sky.

"H-Heavens, w-we're dead," Mu Ning Xue stammered, her legs turning to jelly. She would have fallen if Wang Ming hadn't caught her.

The sky was swarming with thousands of cultivators radiating intense bloodlust. If it hadn't been directed at Wang Ming, the others would have fainted. Yet Wang Ming maintained a calm, nonchalant expression as he observed the scene.