Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

The combined forces of the Feng Family and the Celestial Phenomenon Gang, their goal was far beyond what I expected.

Feng Wuji's target was Xu Ruoruo, while the Feng Family's aim was to control Yuanmie.

Yuanmie was a Golden Immortal and followed in secret, but if the other side was prepared, he might not be able to stay hidden.

"Big brother…"

"Hmph, you think he can save you?"

Feng Wuji sneered as he stared at Xu Yang.

Xu Yang patted Xu Ruoruo's shoulder, speaking blandly, "Just you guys?"

Feng Wuji was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh, "You may be strong, but to take you down is more than enough."

"Go, butcher this kid, but don't hurt Ruoruo."

As his words fell, six or seven figures erupted instantly behind Feng Wuji.

Seeing this, Xu Ruoruo gritted her teeth. More than a dozen talismaic seals appeared before her, each radiating the aura of the Middle and Late Steps of the Celestial Immortal Realm.

But their side had three Late-Stage Celestial Immortals, and one at the Peak of Celestial Immortal Realm.

Those talisman seals looked impressive, but were completely useless.

"Don't panic, don't waste them."

Xu Yang glanced around, shaking his head slightly.

Xu Ruoruo's bright eyes were full of confusion.

Don't panic?

Big brother, how am I not supposed to panic?

I'm about to die here.

But seeing Xu Yang's absolute calm, Xu Ruoruo's heart trembled—did he have some hidden trick left by his master?

Though Xu Yang's strength was shocking, she didn't believe he could handle so many strong opponents.

"You little brat, time to die."

"You dare steal our Young Master's woman? Hmph."

Killing intent swept across the wilderness.

The seven of them appeared in a flash, each unleashing their Divine Techniques without restraint.

Immortal light tore open the darkness, making the wild hills bright as day.

Xu Yang sneered openly.

Judging by their reaction, these were all the people that came.

No stronger ones—no threat at all.

"Die!"

The icy shout echoed through the mountains, making everyone's necks prickle with dread.

Like a frigid blade emerging from the Asura Hell, the killing intent swept everywhere.

Feng Wuji shivered subconsciously, like plunging into an ice cave.

"This guy…"

He swallowed, his face pale, but his gaze still cold and contemptuous.

So what if Xu Yang is strong? He can't take on so many of us, can he?

Swish swish!

Thud!

Scalding blood suddenly splashed everywhere. Feng Wuji's eyes bulged as if seeing a ghost: "What are you doing? Attack him!"

"Why are you all standing there? Hurry and kill him!"

In his sight, his seven subordinates seemed frozen like statues, locked in attacking postures, unable to move an inch.

A dazzling blade-light, fast as lightning, swept across their necks, trailing mesmerising, sinister sprays of blood.

Xu Ruoruo behind them was equally dazed by the scene.

Why didn't they move?

It was the Heaven-Locking Divine Chain sealing them.

Even their strongest, the Peak Celestial Immortal, was no match for Yang Tong.

Against the Heaven-Locking Divine Chain's suppressive power, they couldn't even resist—they were locked in an instant.

In the blink of an eye—

They were like fish waiting to be butchered.

Whoosh!

The blade lifted, sending beads of blood splattering everywhere.

Xu Yang appeared behind the seven figures. Immediately, their bodies fell stiffly, their Primordial Spirits utterly destroyed.

Gulp!

Feng Wuji swallowed like a ghost, face sheet-white, all arrogance and swagger gone, only endless fear and regret left.

I should've brought stronger fighters.

But now, is there any medicine for regret?

Run!

Feng Wuji's eyes twitched—he turned and bolted.

"Think you can run?"

Xu Yang sneered and flicked his sleeve.

Feng Wuji let out a miserable scream as an invisible giant hand yanked him back, slamming him to the ground at Xu Yang's side.

Xu Ruoruo gasped, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Xu Yang.

"So strong."

Stronger than most Peak Celestial Immortals.

Is he some kind of monster?

"Y-you, what the hell are you?"

Feng Wuji trembled uncontrollably, waves of terror washing over him.

"Did you find Yuanmie?" Xu Yang narrowed his eyes, looking down.

"I-I don't know." Feng Wuji shrank back, shaking his head.

You don't know?

Xu Yang frowned slightly.

He'd already gotten a signal from Yuanmie—if with his cultivation and not discovered, he should arrive here soon.

"Feng Wuji, bet you didn't see this day coming?"

Xu Ruoruo ran over, glaring coldly as her lips curled in a sinister grin: "Still wanna marry me? I'll make sure you never enjoy life again."

Feng Wuji trembled all over, shrinking back, "No, Xu Ruoruo, you wouldn't dare!"

"If you lay a finger on me, my Old Ancestor will never forgive you."

"Even Yuanmie can't stand against Old Ancestor and the Celestial Phenomenon Gang Leader."

Xu Yang abruptly stopped Xu Ruoruo, ignoring her puzzled look, and stared at Feng Wuji: "The Celestial Phenomenon Gang Leader broke through to Golden Immortal too?"

"Of course."

Feng Wuji's face eased a bit, thinking Xu Yang must have grown wary.

"How strong is your Old Ancestor now?"

"My Old Ancestor was always a bit stronger than Yuanmie. After the Starry Extreme Night, he broke through to Middle Stage of Golden Immortal."

His face was full of pride.

Xu Yang's heart grew heavier.

A Middle Stage Golden Immortal was a massive threat.

If they discover Yuanmie, there's no way for him to escape.

Now, all he could hope for was that Yuanmie hadn't been found.

"Don't kill him yet, keep him—he'll be useful."

Xu Yang muttered, palm chopping Feng Wuji unconscious, tossing him into the Little Immortal World.

Xu Ruoruo seemed to realise something too, anxiety flaring: "Big brother, is my master in danger?"

Seeing the worry on Xu Ruoruo's face, Xu Yang couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

The situation had totally flipped.

Now, it was about worrying for and rescuing Yuanmie, instead of Xu Ruoruo.

"Not necessarily. Senior Yuanmie is cautious. As long as the Feng Family's Golden Immortal doesn't spot him, he'll be fine," Xu Yang said seriously.

"We need to leave here first."

Xu Yang surveyed the surroundings, swept away all traces on the ground, grabbed Xu Ruoruo, and darted to the side.

At the same time, he stimulated the Primordial Spirit Seal of Yuanmie again.

In the shadowy side, Xu Yang gazed into the distance in silence.

Xu Ruoruo also fell silent.

The only good news right now was that Yuanmie was still hidden and would arrive quietly.

Then they'd all slip away together.

But Xu Yang was also thinking about the worst-case scenario.

That was, if Yuanmie was found.

Then, the best choice would be for him to take Xu Ruoruo and escape.

Yuanmie would surely be glad about that.

But…

Xu Yang glanced sideways at Xu Ruoruo, expressionless.

She was crouched on the ground, hugging her knees, saying nothing.

As if sensing Xu Yang's gaze, she suddenly looked up and muttered, "Master won't be in trouble, right?"

Xu Yang gave a slight smile: "He'll be alright."

All of a sudden—

BOOM!

A thunderous roar echoed from afar, shaking even Tianxiang City.

Soon after, muffled explosions thundered on. Immortal light shot in every direction, shattering the darkness and lighting up a thousand-mile radius.

Inside Tianxiang City, countless cultivators soared into the air, shocked gazes scouring the horizon.

Xu Yang's expression changed dramatically, his eyes locked on the immortal glow staining half the sky in the distance.

The immortal light was violently churning—one could only imagine the intensity of battle.

"A Golden Immortal showdown!"

Damn it!

The odds of it not being Yuanmie were just too low.

"Master…"

Xu Ruoruo jumped up, eyes red, body trembling.

"Kid, sorry."

"Take Ruoruo and leave!"

A great shout rumbled from the battle's direction, shaking heaven and earth.

It was none other than Yuanmie's voice.