Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

The elusive flying sword was not only extremely hard to defend against but also particularly despicable, always aiming for critical areas, narrowly grazing past his waist several times.

The golden petals fluttering all over the sky seemed soft and harmless, but you only realized how terrifying they were after being hit by one. Not only were they sharp, but they were also unnaturally agile.

For someone who also dabbled in florals, Flower Monk's magical artifact was nothing compared to others' cultivation techniques.

Flower Monk was also lamenting endlessly in his heart, wondering where such a character from the Righteous Path could have come from; he hadn't heard of any direct disciple from a major sect being so underhanded.

Though he didn't need to guard against that elusive flying sword, those nimble and ever-changing petals ceaselessly targeted his nether regions!

Even if he could evade countless times, one mistake would be his downfall.

Damn it, there must be a place for her among the heavenly talents of the Righteous Path; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for her to be so troublesome.

Both were already fighting with frustration, and who would've thought Ji Wufang was thinking of sneaking away? Liu Yaoyao immediately shouted in anger.

Damn it!

Ji Wufang cursed under his breath with a dark face after having his intentions exposed. Holding the Dragon Blood Stone, he prepared to flee. It was bad enough that there was a monster among this group of people, but that woman also seemed troublesome. This visit to Qingzhou Prefecture was clearly a terrible draw.

Seeing him turning to leave without looking back, Liu Yaoyao immediately retreated swiftly.

"The thing is with him. If you don't chase now, it's gone."

She pointed at Ji Wufang's retreating figure and shouted loudly.

Damn it, we're all in the Evil Path together. If you run away with the thing, I'm not going to cover for you.

If that's the case, then no one should have it.

"Split up and retreat!"

With neither Liu Yaoyao nor Flower Monk having the Dragon Blood Stone, withdrawing was the easiest choice.

After saying this, both she and Flower Monk exited the battle circle simultaneously and quickly flew off in opposite directions.

It was only then that Huangfu Liang and Ou Mingdong came to their senses. Their faces turned pale as they quickly checked themselves and, finding no injuries, breathed a sigh of relief. Their faces then turned embarrassed.

They all knew the Evil Path cultivation techniques were strange and varied, yet they still weren't prepared—how utterly shameful.

You Li withdrew from the battle array. Seeing Ji Wufang trying to escape, he immediately sent his flying sword shooting out and broke through the air to pursue.

Ji Wufang managed to run less than a mile before You Li caught up. The small flying sword quietly stabbed in from the side.

This time he didn't have a shell to protect him; the flying sword pierced through his side in an instant.

A shrill scream erupted from Ji Wufang's mouth. He looked down miserably at his side, gritting his teeth as he pulled out the flying sword, causing blood to gush out.

"Drop the thing, and I may let you leave for the sake of Celestial Secret Tower."

You Li coldly commanded.

Reluctantly, Ji Wufang glanced at the stone in his arms, his heart wavering.

The flying sword hovered again, with You Li's voice growing colder as he said.

"Next time, it won't be your side, but your head."

Life or the stone?

Ji Wufang naturally chose life.

The rapidly fleeing figure turned back, hurling the Dragon Blood Stone towards You Li, who caught it with joy and watched as Ji Wufang fled in panic.

Upon returning, You Li's face was beaming with delight, completely relaxed, and he saw Huangfu Liang and Ou Mingdong smiling awkwardly.

Both were deeply ashamed; ever since the stone was found, it seemed like Han Yu and You Li were doing the heavy lifting while they ended up as mere helpers.

Especially Ou Mingdong, who, with all his initial confidence from just entering the Divine Gaze Realm, couldn't have been more crushed.

This trip to Qingzhou Prefecture opened his eyes after all.

This world was not lacking in talented cultivators.

The Cultivator Realm is vast, and someone like him, who broke through to the Divine Gaze Realm in a short time, is surely not rare; among the other eight of the Nine Great Sects alone, there would be plenty, not to mention those major sects under the Nine Sects.

Though lacking the resources of the Nine Great Sects, they still had the capability to cultivate Divine Gaze Realm cultivators.

Perhaps while he was still smugly satisfied with his swift progress, others had long surpassed him.

Thinking of this, he glanced at You Li.

Maybe this was what they called a heavenly talent.

As for Han Yu's advancement, that was even more despairing. Just two months ago, Han Yu was someone he could manage, but now he had shot ahead of him.

If a prodigy exists, it would be like this.

"Where's Han Yu? Let's split the spoils."

You Li said with a cheeky grin, holding up the stone.

The two looked towards a desolate area below, where nothing had stirred for a while.

Poor Tu Xingsun had received so many slaps. Han Yu initially intended to knock him out to help, but seeing You Li being so fierce, he left it alone.

At that moment, Han Yu was in a heated argument with the little Glass in his Sea of Consciousness.

It all started with Han Yu's initial statement.

"I've caught the man, start using your skills!"

Who would've thought Glass would completely baffle him with the next sentence?

"Then you start!"

I caught the man for you, and now you want me to start what?

The Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness gave him a look.

"I've told you before, I'm not like Ping. My potion has to be taken voluntarily, you've always been the one to make people take it willingly, haven't you?"

So now I have to figure out how to make this poor guy willingly take the potion?

Han Yu tried to look friendly, forcing a smile, and, holding Tu Xingsun, asked.

"I have a pill, will you take it?"

Tu Xingsun shook his head like a rattle, who the hell would dare to eat that!

And so, when the three of them descended from the sky, they saw Han Yu swinging Tu Xingsun by the legs as if doing a windmill, and Tu Xingsun was almost spun into an afterimage.