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In the vast expanse of the Million Star Domain, the endlessness stretched far and wide.
Even with the speed of a Flying Ship, it would take at least half a month to reach Famous Sword City.
However, this duration was nothing significant for cultivators.
On the Flying Ship, Ye Fan and Ximen Piaopiao were engaged in casual conversation.
Not long after, a strange look appeared in Ye Fan's eyes.
Noticing this, Ximen Piaopiao asked, "Ye Fan, why do you look so unusual?"
Ye Fan smiled lightly and replied, "Just as Brother Autumn Sun predicted, wealth should not be revealed. It seems I have caught someone's attention!"
"Oh?"
Ximen Piaopiao looked at Ye Fan in surprise. She hadn't expected Ye Fan's perception to be so strong. She, along with Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu, were all Mid-Level Celestial Immortals in cultivation.
Yet they had not sensed anything unusual; it was surprising that Ye Fan had noticed first.
However, Ye Fan had concealed his own aura; how strong his cultivation was remained beyond Ximen Piaopiao and the others' understanding.
Releasing his Spiritual Sense to probe behind them, Ximen Piaopiao, Wu Qiuyang, and Heng Yuzhu's expressions changed simultaneously.
"This is bad; there are quite a few of them, and their cultivation levels don't seem weak," Wu Qiuyang said with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Heng Yuzhu expressed her concern: "Five Mid-Level Celestial Immortals and six Early Celestial Immortals—eleven in total. If we each face a Mid-Level Celestial Immortal, that still leaves two more plus six Early Celestial Immortals. We are simply outmatched."
Ximen Piaopiao's expression also darkened as she accelerated the Flying Ship while looking at Ye Fan. "By the way, Ye Fan, what is your cultivation level?"
"Me?" Ye Fan hesitated slightly before saying, "I think... I'm probably an Early Celestial Immortal?"
"Uh... probably? Think?" Ye Fan's response left Ximen Piaopiao, Wu Qiuyang, and Heng Yuzhu speechless.
Ye Fan's gaze fell on Ximen Piaopiao, as if to say, "Don't you even know your own cultivation strength?"
Ximen Piaopiao thought that Ye Fan was intentionally hiding his abilities, so she awkwardly smiled and said, "Forget it, everyone has their own secrets. Since Night Fan doesn't want to share, we certainly won't press him."
"However, if they catch up to us, it could be troublesome. Although I am quite powerful and can be considered one of the top experts in this realm, I can only handle two Mid-Level Celestial Immortal opponents at once; any more than that would be too much."
"But if I want to hold them off for a moment and then escape, that's still possible."
"Here’s the plan: Autumn Sun Rain Bamboo, you take the Flying Ship and leave with Night Fan. Wait for me at Famous Sword City. I'll hold them off for a bit and then join you there."
Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu couldn't help but cast disdainful glances at Ximen Piaopiao upon hearing this.
This boastful tendency of hers was something they wondered when she would ever change.
Even Ye Fan found himself amused by Ximen Piaopiao's words.
However, his impression of her deepened a bit.
They had no real connection; they were merely strangers who had crossed paths.
Yet when danger approached, not only did she not think of abandoning him, but she was also willing to hold off the enemy to let him escape first.
This girl wasn't bad.
But it was clear that it was already too late to leave.
Ye Fan looked back and smiled lightly, "The plan is good, but unfortunately, it's too late!"
As soon as Ye Fan's voice fell, three figures suddenly soared through the air on beams of sword light, rushing toward them at incredible speed.
"Leave that one called Ye Fan behind; you can go," one of them shouted domineeringly. With a flick of his wrist, he swung his sword directly at the Flying Ship where Ye Fan and the others were.
"Such arrogance! Why do you smell so foul?"
Ximen Piaopiao stepped forward, directly blocking the path of Ye Fan and the others. Dressed in a pure white robe that billowed like snow in the wind, she raised her hand to summon a Flying Sword, slicing through the descending Sword Light aimed at them.
"Boom!"
A loud crash echoed as the two Sword Lights collided in mid-air, unleashing a tremendous energy that brought the Flying Ship to a halt.
"Kid, if you want to stay alive, I advise you not to meddle in our affairs."
After forcing the Flying Ship where Ye Fan and his companions were aboard to stop, one of the three men—a burly middle-aged man with a fierce expression—glared coldly at Ximen Piaopiao and the others, threatening them.
Behind him stood two other Mid-Level Celestial Immortals and six Early Celestial Immortals, surrounding them.
Ximen Piaopiao held her Flying Sword with an ethereal grace, her gaze sweeping over the opponents, exuding an air of detachment.
"Do you expect me, Ximen Piaopiao, to abandon my friends?" she declared.
"That's right, let's fight!" Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu echoed, drawing their own Flying Swords as their momentum surged.
Ximen Piaopiao looked back at their adversaries and threatened, "Even if you outnumber us, if we fight for our lives, we might just take a few of you down with us. I suggest you think twice before making a move."
The leading Mid-Level Celestial Immortal frowned slightly at her words.
Although they had the numerical advantage, if it came down to a desperate fight, they would likely suffer significant losses.
There was a real possibility that some of them might not make it out alive.
"Damn it! You barely know each other, and you're willing to risk your lives for him? Are you all foolish?" one of the other Mid-Level Celestial Immortals behind the leader remarked, seemingly exasperated.
In their original assumptions, with their lineup arriving, Ximen Piaopiao and her companions believed that the three of them would surely retreat in the face of difficulty and hand over the extravagant spender to them.
However, they did not expect that the other party was actually prepared to fight to the death.
This was somewhat beyond their expectations.
"What’s wrong? Are you scared?" Seeing that the opponent's momentum seemed to weaken slightly, Ximen Piaopiao felt a wave of relief wash over her. She smiled and said, "If you're afraid, you should just leave. Let's not interfere with each other; this matter can be considered as if it never happened."
"Don't talk nonsense. You should be the ones who are scared."
The leader among them, a Mid-Level Celestial Immortal, gritted his teeth and said, "You dare meddle in my affairs? Do you even know who I am?"
Upon hearing this, Ximen Piaopiao's face showed a hint of disdain as she replied, "To be honest, I really don’t know who you are."
The leader continued, "Then listen well. I don’t change my name or alter my surname; my name is Zeng Gui. My elder brother is from the Wenshan Family of Famous Sword City, and he cultivates alongside Wenshan Zhensong, the Young Master of the Wenshan Family."
"You must have heard of the Wenshan Family! If you offend me, do you still think you can go to Famous Sword City for the Famous Sword Festival? With just one word from me, my brother can wipe you all out when you try to enter Famous Sword City."
"The Wenshan Family..."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Ximen Piaopiao, Wu Qiuyang, and Heng Yuzhu all darkened slightly.
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