Wait a minute, where is my master?

Hearing Third Elder's questioning, Yao Qinxiao paused slightly, speaking abruptly.

"Miss, your appearance is indeed flawless, but in my heart, it's Yaner who's the most beautiful. I don't know how you left your Spiritual Sense on that handkerchief, but the Yaner in my heart is the one from the Qingmu Secret Realm.

And you, are not her."

Having said that, he continued to walk toward the direction of the woods.

Yan Meishan felt like she was going to go mad with rage at this moment.

It was not easy for her to play it straight for once, carefully preparing for so long, only for him to hit her with the line, "You are not her?"

"The one in the Secret Realm is me, how come I'm not her! Why do fledglings have to be so troublesome; that Saint Heir from the Kunlun Immortal Palace wasn't this difficult to deal with.

It seems using a Bewitching Technique directly is more trouble-free!"

Third Elder cursed inwardly, and with a raise of her hand, she reached out to grab at the back of Yao Qinxiao's heart.

In fact, she didn't even consider,

the thinking of someone who'd dare escape their sect with just a handkerchief and rush to someone a thousand miles away had to be very different from that of a normal person.

A lunatic from the Demon Sect clashed with a pure-hearted Confucian Practitioner.

If this were in a certain Jiang, it could probably span a few hundred chapters.

Mr. Yao sensed a burst of wind attacking him from behind, and staggered to move his body, trying to dodge to the side.

But Yan Meishan, who had given up on her disguise and was now using her full power, was not someone that he could dodge.

The Spiritual Power shield around Yao Qinxiao's body shattered with a grab, and a burst of pink glow went straight into his back heart. Then, he just stood there on the spot, stupefied like a wooden figure.

"Heh, one refuses the toast only to drink a forfeit."

Third Elder turned to face the man, scoffing with disdain.

Then, she turned her head to look at the Water Monkey beside her, whispering softly.

"Tsk, this one's pretty strong, and he's also hairy. Might as well take him as a bonus."

Wu Youren, holding an iron rod, trembled throughout his body.

He thought he had figured it out.

This Divinity Transformation Realm great master seemed to like the Confucian Practitioner, disguising herself to come here, but the Confucian Practitioner appeared to be spoken for already.

But when she suddenly looked at him and said what she did, it genuinely gave Uncle Water Monkey quite the scare.

"Elder, I am the Island Master under the Shui Clan's command,"

Lord Wu clenched the weapon in his hands, taking a half step back as he spoke.

By revealing his identity proactively, he hoped that the Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator would have some reservations.

Regrettably, Third Elder herself was a lunatic.

"Island Master under the Shui Clan? I seem to recall that when I passed by Eight-clawed Island two hundred years ago, I grabbed a small creature who said the same thing.

That little one was quite interesting, but, unfortunately, just a bit too frail."

As she spoke, Yan Meishan's face suddenly revealed a lascivious smile tinged with reminiscence. Her seductive eyes glanced at Wu Youren, then she gently traced the bloodied corner of Yao Qinxiao's mouth with her finger, dabbing slightly.

Afterwards, she placed her finger in her mouth and began to suck on it.

The series of actions made Uncle Water Monkey's spine chill; used to only drinking and practicing martial arts, he had never seen anything like this.

"Little monkey, you look sturdy. I wonder, compared to that little one from back then, if you could last a few more days."

Third Elder let out a coquettish laugh, slowly approaching with her slender waist twisting.

"You Qi from Eight-clawed Island, you're the one who kidnapped him back then!? And you dare to appear on the seas again."

Trying to buy some time, Wu Youren attempted to speak, having recognized who this Divinity Transformation Cultivator was.

When the Island Master of Eight-clawed Island had been abducted by Third Elder from the Demon Sect, by the time he was found again, he had turned into dried squid, his appearance pitifully tragic. Because of this, the Shui Clan in the Four Seas waters had even spontaneously formed several demon-exorcising teams.

The Great Elder went so far as to declare that if he found her, he would surely throw her into the Nine Provinces Sea Eye.

In the end, since the upper echelons of the Demon Sect were indeed elusive, the Great Elder had no choice but to vent his anger by killing some ordinary sect members.

Today, unexpectedly, she had managed to sneak in again without a trace.

"Oh, you know that little guy?"

Yan Meishan asked flirtatiously, suddenly quickening her pace, her figure blurring into afterimages as she closed in on Wu Youren.

Uncle Water Monkey was at that moment calculating in his mind, wondering if he could stall the opponent by calling in all his subordinates on the island and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

If nothing else, it would buy Yu Yaoer some time to escape.

"Yaoer, I don't know if you received my message, why won't you reply..."

Seeing that the other party attacked without a word, Lord Wu was shocked and whirled his staff into a circle to block in front of his chest.

However, the attack from the Third Elder seemed ferocious but was merely a feint.

She stopped in front of Water Monkey, watching the staff's shadows whipped up by the strong wind and chuckled lightly, coquettishly saying, "Heh! Quite strong you are, but why the panic?"

Wu Youren continued to swing his staff without daring to rest, spreading his Spiritual Sense all around himself, fully focused on defense.

Yan Meishan, seeing her opponent not replying, pursed her lips and quietly said how boring.

Then she flicked her jade arm upward, and with a forceful pull backward.

Five silver needles, thin as cow hair, emerged from behind Wu Youren and whooshed towards his limbs and Dantian.

"Roar!"

Uncle Water Monkey sensed the abnormality behind him with his Spiritual Sense. In the face of such a formidable enemy, turning to defend against the silver needles could lead to another trap waiting for him.

And relying solely on protective Spiritual Power would definitely not be enough to block this move.

So, Lord Wu roared angrily, his muscles bulging and Spiritual Power surging.

His figure shot up, instantly growing by a full thirty feet.

Innate Divine Ability—Fatian Xiangdi!

The silver needles that were originally aimed at his back now went through the gap between his legs instead.

At the same time, the iron staff in his hand grew along with his figure.

Uncle Water Monkey stomped heavily on the ground with both feet, his enormous body suddenly leaping up, and the staff in his hand shifted from defense to attack.

The iron staff transformed into myriad shadowy figures, heavily raining down around the Third Elder of the Demon Sect.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the mountain peak, dust was kicked up everywhere, enveloping Yan Meishan's graceful figure.

Yao Qinxiao, who was hit by the pink luminescence and stood like a wooden puppet, was directly blown away by the blast and crashed into a nearby thicket.

Ancients say, "Where there is smoke, there is no injury."

A charming laugh came from within the dust.

The unscathed Third Elder leaped out, landing atop the canopy of a tree nearby. Looking down at the now grounded giant Wu Youren, she spoke with a hint of delight, "Not bad, quite a lively little fellow you are, but you've sent my favorite plaything flying away.

I'll have to punish you for that."

As she spoke, the Third Elder made a false grip with her hand, and a long whip made from vines of the Transformation Mother Tree appeared in her hand.

"Roar!!!"

However, the only response to her was an angry roar that echoed across the entire Youren Island.

Wu Youren swung the staff in his hand, ready to charge again.

But as Yan Meishan casually flung the vine whip, a force targeted at the Spiritual Sense whipped into the center of Water Monkey Uncle's forehead.

Wu Youren, who had been radiating an imposing aura and using Fatian Xiangdi, suddenly felt his fighting spirit completely disappear.

His whole body reverted to normal size, and the iron staff dropped to the ground.

Just as the Third Elder sneered, ready to advance and collect this "fuzzy toy,"

Rustling noises came from the nearby thicket.

A girl with short, ash-gray hair, carrying the beloved Confucian Practitioner of the Third Elder, walked out.