Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

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A huge head flew up into the sky, blood spraying from the severed neck before the head rolled over a dozen steps upon hitting the ground.

The head lay facing the sky, eyes wide open with a look of shock still evident within.

A dignified Purple Mansion Cultivator had just been beheaded with a single sword strike!

Yin Sulan's swordsmanship had nearly reached a divine level of mastery, and this Purple Mansion opponent's cultivation level was comparable to Wang Chen's—in addition, he was protected by Heavy Light Shield Armor. Yet, he lost his head in their first encounter.

While Wang Chen inwardly marveled at this, he felt not the slightest shock at the ruthlessness of his fellow Sect Sister.

For as the body hit the ground, a tide of Monster Beasts swarmed towards them, roaring as they charged.

Clearly, these Monster Beasts had been drawn here by that Cultivator, their intent obvious without words!

Moreover, Wang Chen's divine perception picked up the presence of other Cultivators nearby.

This was a trap set for the two of them!

He suddenly spread his arms wide, his robes snapping in the wind as intense flames roared to life.

In the next moment, two giant Fire Crows, one to the left and one to the right, emerged from flames, unfurling their burning wings and striking with the speed of lightning towards the onslaught of beasts.

Boom! Boom!

The Monster Beasts at the forefront took the brunt of the impact as they collided fiercely with the Fire Crows.

An explosion of flames burst forth, forming a massive fiery net that enveloped hundreds of Monster Beasts behind them.

Each ball of fire was filled with a terrifying power capable of melting metal, and though there were many Monster Beasts, they were all flesh and blood, immediately screaming in agony as they were scorched.

Some were burned to ash, others rolled on the ground in a desperate struggle, and some still tried to charge forward…

Only to be pierced through by Flying Swords that sliced through the air!

Wang Chen's arms vibrated, and in the blink of an eye, he was able to release two Mysterious Fire Flying Crows, the interval between them no longer than three breaths.

The most terrifying thing was that his Mysterious Fire Flying Crows had already been cultivated to the level of Great Perfection, and they had developed a special might. Once these Monster Beasts were touched by the flames, they could not escape and had no choice but to be burnt through skin, muscle, and even bone amidst tremendous pain.

Even powerful Spirit Monsters couldn't withstand the bombardment of the Fire Crows!

Wave after wave of Mysterious Fire Flying Crows assailed them, and batches of charging Monster Beasts fell.

The air quickly filled with the pungent smell of charred flesh.

Although a few Monster Beasts avoided Wang Chen's counterattack and tried to attack from different directions,

their speed was no match for Yin Sulan's Flying Swords.

Often, with a flash of Sword Light, without a trace of the swords, one or several quick-moving Monster Beasts were bisected.

It was not clear what had incited these beasts; despite suffering heavy casualties, they continued to fight to the death, roaring with blood-red eyes, and charging relentlessly at Wang Chen and Yin Sulan.

Until the last Monster Beast fell under Yin Sulan's sword!

Yin Sulan recalled her Flying Sword and exchanged a glance with Wang Chen.

Without words, both understood what the other was thinking.

And at this moment, several figures appeared around them, forming a surrounding formation.

It was the same group of grey-robed Cultivators they had encountered earlier.

But there were not only four or five additional numbers, but there were also two more from the Purple Mansion!

"Wench!"

One of the Purple Mansion Cultivators roared mournfully at Yin Sulan, "Junior Brother Zhang had no quarrel with you. If you didn't want to save him, that's fine, but why must you ruthlessly strike him down?"
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Wang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

Nothing else; their acting was just too poor!

Yin Sulan said disdainfully, "If you want to fight, then fight. What's the use of all this useless chatter!"

The Purple Mansion cultivator immediately wiped away his sorrowful expression and sinisterly said, "Do you still have enough mana to defeat our Lingxiao Sect's brothers?"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over your Storage Bags and Flying Sword weapons as compensation, and I might spare your lives!"

"Since when did the Lingxiao Sect become a den of thieves?"

Yin Sulan sneered, "I guess you are Loose Cultivators from the Four Directions Stronghold."

The Lingxiao Sect, a major Immortal Cultivation Sect in the eastern domain, may not compare to the West Sea Sect in strength, but its influence and size were certainly substantial.

However, with the numerous disciples under the Lingxiao Sect's command, the quality always varied greatly.

Therefore, its reputation was not very good.

Such deeds were indeed something the Lingxiao Sect disciples were capable of!

However, the other party's claims might deceive others, but they could not fool the experienced Yin Sulan.

She unceremoniously exposed their true identity.

The Four Directions Stronghold was an organization of Loose Cultivators active between the West Sea Spirit Domain and the eastern domain, claiming to admit cultivators from all over, with a membership count not inferior to that of a large Sect.

It was said that the leader of the Four Directions Stronghold was a Nascent Soul Loose Cultivator who chose to live in seclusion!

The terms 'Nascent Soul True Immortal' and 'big stronghold chief', in theory, should not intersect, but among the countless cultivators in the world, there were always some exceptional beings.

With a Nascent Soul True Immortal as their backing, the Four Directions Stronghold dared not provoke the West Sea Sect, but they could dominate their own territory, their actions and reputation being far worse than those of the Lingxiao Sect.

The Lingxiao Sect's disciples often conflicted with the Loose Cultivators of the Four Directions Stronghold, and their relationship was quite awful; thus, the latter impersonating the former to engage in unseemly activities was actually quite normal.

No sooner had Yin Sulan's words fallen than the Purple Mansion cultivator's gaze suddenly became deep, "May I have the honor of knowing your esteemed name and what brings you to our Tai Wu Mountain?"

In fact, he had no interest in knowing the names or origins of Yin Sulan and Wang Chen, and certainly knew why the two were there.

News of the imminent emergence of the Azure Drop Heaven Secret Realm in Tai Wu Mountain had long since spread, and the Four Directions Stronghold, whose territory neighbored Tai Wu Mountain, would naturally be in the know.

In fact, in the past few days, a large number of Loose Cultivators from the Four Directions Stronghold had entered the mountain in search of opportunities.

They were just one of the teams.

Having previously encountered Wang Chen and Yin Sulan, and feeling unsure they could take them down, they had purposefully given them a wide berth.

Then, they contacted another team and dispatched a Purple Mansion cultivator with the ability to command beasts, luring a large number of Monster Beasts to deplete the mana of the two before ambushing them!

However, as soon as the plan began, the beast-controlling Purple Mansion was slain by a sword strike from Yin Sulan.

All those Loose Cultivators were shocked, but unwilling to give up so easily, they only came out after the two of them had completely eliminated all the Monster Beasts.

As he spoke, the Purple Mansion cultivator secretly made a gesture.

This was the signal to attack!

Murderous intent spread instantly throughout the forest.

What took everyone by surprise was that at that moment, a huge tail suddenly appeared out of nowhere, crashing down from above with tremendous force.

Two Four Directions Stronghold Loose Cultivators couldn't dodge in time and were instantly smashed into a pulp!

The magical armors they wore, which were supposed to protect them, were as flimsy as paper and offered no defense whatsoever.

The next moment, an aura that sent shivers down everyone's spine descended upon them.

"Golden Core Great Demon!"

A wail filled with sheer terror rose.

As if doomsday had arrived!

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