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第一千三百九十六章 再遇叶瓶儿

"Miss, you know it's futile to resist. Why insist on fighting? It's no use trying to stop a fly with an arm. If you submit, we won't make things difficult for you."

A hoarse voice entered her ears, but the tone was filled with sincerity. The speaker was a cultivator dressed in black, with a square face and an aura of evil emanating from his body.

"Hmph, submitting? Do you think I'm a fool? We have no grudge against each other; why attack me?"

Ye Ping'er was not the wandering cultivator she had been a century ago. The hundred years of trials had taught her to discern human nature. These shameless fellows were merely trying to rob and rape. Submitting would be like sending a lamb to the slaughter.

She wasn't foolish enough to do such a stupid thing, right?

"Three of you are Core Formation Stage cultivators. Why resort to such petty actions? The Buddha said: the sea of suffering is boundless; turning back means salvation. We have no grudge against each other; don't overstep your bounds," Ye Ping'er said coldly as she pulled out a red talisman from her pocket and pressed it onto her wound, instantly slowing the bleeding.

But something felt off. Why would they let her bleed? Could it be that they had suddenly repented and were going to stop?

Before this thought could fully form, a tingling sensation began at the wound, causing immense discomfort. Ye Ping'er was shocked, quickly removing the talisman only to see her wound turning blue. Poisoned!

"Ah!"

Before she could react, the tall cultivator was struck across the face by a powerful slap and sent flying.

Popping sounds filled the air as he was beaten into a bloody pulp in an instant.

"Hmph, trying to take my soul and refine it? No one has dared say such a thing to me for many years. What do you think you are? A Core Formation Stage cultivator at Late Separation Realm in my eyes is just a mere ant. You know nothing of the world."

A cold voice entered her ears as an oppressive spiritual pressure descended from above, making it hard to describe.

Ye Ping'er was fine; Lin Xuan had taken good care of this woman. The other three evil cultivators faced his wrath.

Plop! Plop!

The three fell into the swamp and disappeared beneath its surface.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Of course, Core Formation Stage cultivators couldn't drown, but when they emerged from the muck, their faces were covered in mud, looking utterly miserable.

But at this moment, none of them cared. They looked up fearfully at the sky, feeling only one thing: immense power. The spiritual pressure was so terrifying it felt like turning into dust.

Ordinary Core Formation Stage cultivators couldn't bring such a sense of dread; could it be… could it be that he was a legendary Great Cultivator?

The thought made the three members of the Mount Meng trio pale, trembling uncontrollably.

"Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me!"

The leader didn't care about the stench and fell to his knees, banging his head on the ground. The other two quickly followed suit, their heads bowing like a pestle in a mortar.

Even ants fear death; humans even more so.

Compared to ordinary people, cultivators were actually more afraid of death.

Not only did they kneel but also slapped themselves furiously, turning their cheeks red and swelling up. They looked pitiful indeed.

But Lin Xuan remained expressionless. As the saying went, evil begets evil; there was no need for sympathy towards bad guys.

The Mount Meng trio might look pathetic now, but who knew how many atrocities they had committed? This was just karma catching up with them.

"You don't have to put on a show."

If you submit, I won't make your suffering too much," Lin Xuan said coldly.

"Senior…" The tall cultivator looked up, but he swallowed his plea when he met Lin Xuan's gaze. He seemed like someone who wouldn't hesitate to kill. Could this be the end?

He didn't want to die and quickly pulled out a talisman from his waist.

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Gold Escape Talisman, do you think that will help? If you don't wish to commit suicide, I'll have no choice but to take you with me."

Despite the words, Lin Xuan didn't make any move. Suddenly, a space ripple appeared in the distance and a blade of about ten feet long materialized before his eyes.

It sliced off the tall cultivator's head without hesitation.

The other two evil cultivators were stunned. They had also prepared talismans for escape but froze when they saw their comrade's fate; running was as good as death.

"Senior…"

They tried to beg, but Lin Xuan paid no heed and simply let them be. The pressure from the three cultivators exploded into blood mist.

Not far away, Ye Ping'er watched in shock. Her delicate face turned pale as she realized just how powerful this person was. Despite fighting for so long, she knew these evil cultivators were formidable. But with a mere flick of his fingers, he had killed them all.

Just like what he said: Core Formation Stage cultivators are merely ants.

What kind of cultivator was this? How could he have such incredible powers?

For powerful things, people always feel fear. Although Lin Xuan had saved himself from danger, Ye Ping'er felt uneasy now.

She could still choose to self-destruct in front of the three evil cultivators, but if this person had ill intentions, her fate would be sealed.

Her mind raced, but she didn't show any disrespect on the surface. Seeing the mysterious cultivator fly over, she quickly bowed deeply: "Junior meets Senior and thanks you for saving my life; I will remember it."

Lin Xuan's eyes were sharp. He could see through Ye Ping'er's outward respect and inner anxiety.

But compared to a century ago, her demeanor had matured significantly.

"Miss Ye, don't be afraid. It's surprising to meet again after so long. You've successfully condensed your golden core; did you forget me when we parted?"

Lin Xuan smiled, his tone amiable.

He didn't believe she would forget someone who saved her life. Back on the Spirit Beast Island, he had once helped her. A hundred years might seem long, but most cultivators could remember things vividly after practicing the Five Elements Arts.

"Senior, do you recognize me?"

Ye Ping'er was shocked and looked up with a surprised expression, daring to meet his gaze.

It seemed familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had seen him before.

This wasn't Ye Ping'er's fault. Even if a cultivator had an excellent memory, a hundred years was still quite long.

Moreover, Lin Xuan looked ordinary; he could easily be forgotten in a crowd. Her anxiety and confusion were understandable given the circumstances.

"Miss, do you remember the Spirit Beast Island, Xuanfeng Sect headquarters…"

Before Lin Xuan finished speaking, Ye Ping'er's mind flashed with recognition: "Senior Lin, it was you."

Back then, when she was forced by the evil disciples of the Kunlan Patriarch, it was this senior who saved her. He had also given her a medicinal pill before they parted ways; otherwise, she wouldn't have advanced so quickly.

With these thoughts, Ye Ping'er's anxiety vanished, replaced by gratitude and shame. An old benefactor had saved her once, and now he helped again, yet she couldn't recognize him. It was truly inappropriate.

"Senior, I'm sorry. Ping'er didn't mean to…"

Before she could finish, the girl began trembling uncontrollably. A black aura appeared on her face.

Lin Xuan frowned; it was clear she had just been poisoned and the effects were starting. Lin Xuan couldn't ignore this and waved his sleeves, sending a jade bottle flying. He uncorked it and handed over a bright red pill.

With a flick of his fingers, the pill floated in front of Ye Ping'er.

"This medicinal pill can't remove all poisons, but it should be effective against Core Formation Stage cultivators' poison," Lin Xuan said.

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