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"Eh!!!"
"What’s going on today? Why are so many people gathering here?"
Ye Kai felt curious, but a sense of vigilance began to rise within him. This was already the third group of cultivators fighting within a hundred miles of White Jade Mountain.
Aside from rare treasures, it could only be life-and-death grudges that would lead to such confrontations, right?
Although there were quite a few Spiritual Medicines around White Jade Mountain, they all had owners. It was clear that anyone who dared to fight in this vicinity either had no fear or was forced into a corner.
Regardless of the reason, since someone had come up, as the half-master of this place, it would be inappropriate not to entertain them!
For cultivators who had embarked on the path of immortality, the most dangerous threats had always come from their own kind.
On a low hill a hundred miles away, Ye Kai shook his head as he watched the unfolding scene of murder and robbery.
The current situation involved five or six people surrounding one individual, while three young men and women who had already fallen and were unable to resist were the disciples and relatives of the besieged elder.
To be precise, four people were beating one person, while another stood by watching with a cold smile but made no move to intervene.
However, anyone could see that the pressure exerted by this observer on the person at a disadvantage was far greater than that of the other four combined.
This Black Robed Daoist standing aside, showing no intention to intervene, possessed immense power. His aura was that of a Golden Core Stage cultivator, perfectly refined and pressing down on the heart of the besieged individual like a mountain.
This person had evidently reached the Great Perfection of Golden Core Stage and could break through to Nascent Soul Stage at any moment.
Three of the four opponents were at the Initial Stage of Heart Movement, while one was at the Late Stage of Heart Movement.
Their adversary, an elderly man in a gray robe, was at the Golden Core Stage, but it seemed he had sustained serious injuries, leaving him vulnerable to being beaten by the four younger fighters.
The Gray-Robed Elder struggled to defend himself, while the three young individuals behind him, all at the Qi Refinement Stage, had faced numerous dangers and relied on his protection to barely hold their ground without being overwhelmed.
At this moment, they were all severely injured; one even had a massive wound across their chest and abdomen, with skin rolled back.
Among the three young people was a beautiful woman clad in yellow, exuding both charm and a hint of heroism. With a voice filled with urgency and sorrow, she exclaimed, "Master, you must break through quickly! Don’t let us hold you back. Remember to avenge your disciples."
The Gray-Robed Elder forced a smile and replied, "My foolish disciple, even if we wanted to leave now, we can't."
Just then, a figure who had been standing on the sidelines without intervening, the Black Robed Daoist, cackled mockingly. "Beautiful girl, your master is the wise one here. Isn't it laughable that you still can't see the situation clearly?"
"Behave and come back with me to the Dao Master. You won't be treated poorly. By cultivating together with the Dao Master, you'll soon establish your foundation and have hopes for the Golden Core on Kaysinna Avenue."
Tears welled in the eyes of the Yellow-Clad Woman as she cried out in despair, "Iron Observer! You wicked scoundrel of the Taoist Sect! How many women have you harmed with your vile techniques? You will surely face retribution for your sins! I, Liu Ying, would rather die than submit to you!"
Iron Observer merely chuckled at her words, rolling his eyes dramatically. "That’s not up to you anymore, my beauty!"
Meanwhile, Ye Kai had already flown close and concealed his presence as he watched this scene unfold with great interest. "Isn't this the moment when a young hero should emerge? With righteous spirit shining brightly, he would appear and slap down the evil villain—an epic rescue of beauty followed by her falling into his embrace..."
As Ye Kai's mind wandered through these thoughts, he suddenly heard a light laugh echoing from afar.
Hearing the laughter, Ye Kai's lips curled slightly, immediately adopting a posture as if watching a show.
"I have long heard that the Iron Observer excels in the dark arts of yin and yang, often capturing female cultivators and even ordinary women to use as practice vessels, with countless blood debts on his hands."
"Today, seeing it for myself, it is indeed true. However, encountering me today, you evil one should be ready to face your end."
Though the laughter was light, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
His tone was casual, yet no one dared to speak up. They had heard him before they saw him; such a master was not someone they could handle.
The Iron Observer rolled his eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them. His gaze fixed on the distant figure of the Black-Clad Youth, almost solidifying into a tangible force as he stared intently.
Others turned to look at the Black-Clad Youth as well, and at first glance, they couldn't help but gasp in admiration.
There he stood tall and elegant in black attire. His snow-white hair flowed behind him, and his lonely, cold eyes held a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth, giving him an expression that was both amused and enigmatic.
Everyone present was captivated by his demeanor, momentarily forgetting the impending conflict.
"This image..." Ye Kai observed the Black-Clad Youth from above and couldn't help but nod repeatedly. While munching on popcorn, he exclaimed, "This style is absolutely stunning! However, with such a flashy appearance, you’re bound to attract quite a bit of enmity, young man!"
He had previously thought that perhaps someone would emerge to heroically save the day, drawing attention and unleashing powerful moves to win over the beauty.
But that was merely a joking thought; he never expected someone like this to actually appear—someone who seemed to carry an aura of destiny with an incredibly cool and domineering presence.
Iron Observer glanced at the Black-Clad Youth and suddenly laughed, "I wondered who it was; turns out it's just you, an arrogant brat. You only have the cultivation of the Initial Golden Elixir Stage, yet you dare to play the hero? Ha! Since you want to seek death, as a Dao Master, I shall grant your wish."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Gray-Robed Elder and the others dimmed. Especially the Yellow-Clad Girl, whose eyes reflected both shyness and joy, as well as sorrow and anger. They clearly did not believe that the Black-Clad Youth, with only Initial Golden Elixir Stage cultivation, could defeat Iron Observer.
Iron Observer let out a strange laugh and shouted at the four Gray Robed Daoists, "Disciples, attack together and capture this brat for me!"
The four young men, filled with malevolence, responded in unison, "Yes, Master." Their figures flickered as they left the battle to abandon their attempt to kill the White-Robed Elder and charged directly at the Black-Clad Youth.
Seeing this, the Yellow-Clad Girl could no longer contain her fear and cried out urgently, "Young Master Xin!"
The others were also in a state of panic. The Gray-Robed Elder wanted to rush over to provide support and report to the Sect, but he did not notice that the sinister Iron Observer had been watching them closely.
After a strange cackle, Iron Observer stretched out his hand and released a mass of black mist that ensnared all four of the Gray-Robed Elder's companions.
Meanwhile, his four disciples had already lunged in front of the Black-Clad Youth. Although they were not particularly harmonious with each other, they shared a tacit understanding as fellow disciples from the same period.
With their Heart-Moving Stage cultivation, four against one, and their mastery of combined techniques, it was no wonder that the Gray-Robed Elder and others did not hold high hopes for the Black-Clad Youth.
The Yellow-Clad Woman could hardly bear her sorrow; she closed her eyes, unable to witness such a talented Black-Clad Youth facing defeat and humiliation, potentially leading to his death.
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