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Ouyang extended her right hand, her fingers slender and graceful. In terms of appearance, she was slightly more beautiful than Phoenix and Qin Yan, but the allure of a beauty did not solely lie in her face; Ouyang's delicate hands were undoubtedly the most beautiful among all the women present.

Her ten long, white fingers seemed like spring onions just emerged from water. As for that seven-stringed zither, it was crafted from an unknown material, exquisite and small. Ouyang held it with her left hand while her right hand gently placed its jade-like fingers on the strings.

The beautiful notes immediately filled the air, akin to the sound of tinkling spring water, so enchanting they made one want to close their eyes. One need not necessarily see blood to kill; Ouyang's Sound Wave Technique could shatter souls and spirits with its gentle yet powerful melody, subtly luring them into the netherworld.

Unlike other secret techniques, Sound Wave Technique was a unique divine power that proved equally formidable in both solo combat and group attacks. The few low-ranking monks who had been used as cannon fodder now found themselves no match for Ouyang's technique; their bodies were torn apart by the sound waves, disintegrated into light points, and vanished with the cold winds of the ghostly mists.

In the depths of the inner valley, a balding old monk with white eyebrows was visibly agitated. His face was kind but his heart was as vicious as a snake's. The scheme to use low-ranking disciples as cannon fodder was his idea. He had intended to drain Ouyang and Lin Xuan’s power until they were exhausted before reaping the benefits himself.

However, things did not go as planned. The spells that Lin Xuan knew proved even more terrifying than expected; he unleashed countless poisonous insects, wiping out all low-ranking monks who had been used as cannon fodder. His cunning plan backfired, and now, Old Kindness was both angry and frightened to lead several high-ranking monks into the fray.

Enemies meeting face-to-face always ignite a fierce rivalry. These high-ranking monks were indeed the true culprits behind Biyun Mountain's downfall.

Ouyang and Wu Yun'er had stopped their actions but their eyes held nothing but hatred. Moon, however, paid no heed to the monks, continuing to control the giant ghostly figure to collect the souls of the cultivators. For the Beast Soul Flag, this was a great opportunity that could not be missed.

After the first round, Old Kindness had already suffered losses. Now, only a dozen or so disciples remained alive. He paid no mind to their fates and his gaze towards Lin Xuan was filled with seriousness. His junior Brother Kongseng was right; this boy had indeed advanced to late-stage Immortal Infant.

His eyes then shifted to Ouyang's beautiful face, a hint of surprise in them. How could she be unharmed after being poisoned by the Heaven Spider Pheromone? This was too inconceivable...

While Old Kindness did not wish to engage Lin Xuan directly, given their superior power, he had no choice but to confront him. Their plan's success now rested on this moment. The true reason for eliminating Biyun Mountain was not to avenge Wei Family’s ancestor; that was merely an excuse. They had other ulterior motives.

With the fate of everything hanging in the balance, Old Kindness knew that if he failed to stop Lin Xuan, his two senior mentors would be furious and he would have no good outcome. On the contrary, if he could block Lin Xuan and allow Brother Kongming to retrieve the treasure, he would earn significant merit.

Prosperity comes from taking risks; even with their superior numbers, they might still stand a chance against a high-ranking cultivator like Lin Xuan.

Old Kindness said with pity in his voice: "Three benefactors, your indiscriminate killing will one day bring about retribution. You cannot ignore the harmony of heaven and earth."

Lin Xuan and the two women exchanged glances, feeling utterly speechless. They had never encountered someone so shamelessly immoral; they had not shown any mercy during the destruction of Biyun Mountain.

Lin Xuan did not have the mood to argue with him about "harmony." What nonsense was that? Cultivators were inherently defying heaven and earth's laws. With enough strength, he could disregard them all. What was harmony?

"Old monk, you needn't flatter me here. Lin and I are enemies; today, everyone will die, and their souls will be tortured to prevent any chance of rebirth," Lin Xuan said coldly with a mocking smile.

"You brat, don't talk nonsense. Advancing to late-stage Immortal Infant means nothing; I have never feared anyone. Who will draw whose soul? Let's see who wins this round," Old Kindness did not even get the chance to speak before another loud voice interrupted him. The speaker was a fat monk wearing a loose robe, revealing his dark chest.

Ouyang’s eyebrows rose as cold light flashed in her eyes: "Old Wild, you still haven't avenged your grudge against me. Let me test your abilities."

This fat monk was the old monster who had cultivated Toxic Palm Technique. Ouyang's severe condition was due to being poisoned by his Heaven Spider Pheromone.

"Ouyang Immortal?" Old Wild’s eyes roamed over her body, burning with desire: "I didn’t expect you to still be alive after being poisoned by the Buddha's Heaven Spider Pheromone. This is strange; let me take you down and strip your clothes to study where the mistake lies."

Before he could finish his sentence, his pupils suddenly contracted as Lin Xuan appeared before him in a flash of yellow light. Old Wild was startled, momentarily unable to react.

Was it Shrink Earth Technique?

No, he had seen several late-stage monks use this technique; though powerful, none were as absurd as what he saw now.

There was no time for contemplation; the cold gaze from Lin Xuan made Old Wild shiver with fear. He tried to retreat but was slapped by Lin Xuan's right hand.

"Snap!"

The sound was crisp and clear. With his late-stage Immortal Infant cultivation and the Fierce Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique that enhanced his body, this slap carried immense force.

Old Wild flew like a kite, spitting blood and missing all his left teeth. His face swelled to resemble a pig’s head.

Lin Xuan was furious at Old Wild's audacity in suggesting he undress Ouyang. However, he had held back; if he used the Green Illusionary Flame, Old Wild would have been incinerated long ago.

Despite his leniency, Lin Xuan was more curious about what secrets lay behind Biyun Mountain’s fall. "Ouyang, I’ll deal with Old Wild while you handle the other monks."

"Alright," Ouyang nodded without hesitation; she had no objections. The monk's words were just to gain an advantage.

"Wu Yun'er, Master Uncle." Hearing Lin Xuan call her name, Wu Yun'er quickly came to his side.

"In this battle, you can't help much. Be careful and stay near Moon; she will protect you if there is any danger," Lin Xuan advised gently.

"Thank you for your concern, Cloud knows what to do and won’t hold us back."

Wu Yun'er replied obediently but was puzzled. Why could Miss Moon, a late-stage Condensation Core cultivator, protect her in an Immortal Infant-level battle?

However, she did not ask more; the girl's unique sixth sense had long sensed Moon’s power and status. Although she couldn’t explain it, she felt that her intuition was correct.

Meanwhile, several high-ranking monks from the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect were both frightened and angry. They could see that Lin Xuan would easily kill Old Wild if he wished to; their initial confidence in using numbers for a fight had now waned.

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