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Thinking through this, Lin Xuan naturally had no heart to drink here anymore.

Otherwise, if there was any delay, leading to the Ye Family being exterminated by a vulgar martial arts sect, he would regret it for life.

Regarding Ying'er and Xuan'er, he couldn't possibly allow them to marry some young master of the Ancient Sword Sect.

It was too much to think that a toad wanted to eat swan meat; this guy actually dared to meddle in the imperial grave. He was simply living his last days.

Before coming here, Lin Xuan never dreamed he would encounter such an unexpected change. Thinking about it now, it was truly inconceivable.

However, for now, the most pressing matter wasn't to delve into the root of the problem but to find a way to defuse this crisis.

Firstly, he needed to find out where the Ye Family's main headquarters were located.

This wasn't difficult. The young master of the Ancient Sword Sect wanted to marry the two precious daughters of the Ye Family; these matters had already become common knowledge. Thus, the location of the Ye Family's main headquarters was naturally no secret at all.

After a brief inquiry, Lin Xuan naturally got his desired answer.

As they say, saving someone is like putting out a fire; he didn't bother with the world's astonishment and surrounded himself in green light as he broke through the air, flying towards the distance.

...

Qingxia Mountain stretched for miles. Although not particularly majestic or towering, it was still a place where spirits thrived.

The Ye Family's main headquarters were located deep within Qingxia Mountain, covering thousands of square miles. Over hundreds of years of cultivation and management, it had become a paradise of spiritual energy. The air was thick with spiritual energy, and rare birds and beasts multiplied here. Even in the depths of winter, the landscape was lush, with flowers blooming like brocade.

Cultivators transcended the mundane world; although the Ye Family wasn't an outstanding force, they lived peaceful lives without contention.

Less bloodshed, more tranquil countryside.

However, today, all this beauty was shattered. A group of black-robed martial artists had intruded here.

It was truly absurd. Cultivators, who should be above such matters, were now being threatened by ordinary people.

Nevertheless, the Ye Family's cultivators, though angry, could only suppress their rage. "How about it? Have you decided what to do with our two divine ladies? If you're wise, marry them to me; otherwise, how did the Wu Clan end up? I don't need to say much," said a man in fine robes at the forefront of this group. He was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

He held a folding fan and dressed like a nobleman from an aristocratic family.

To be honest, he looked decent enough with his oiled hair and rosy face, but that prominent hooked nose added to his sinister appearance.

Clearly, this was the young master of the Ancient Sword Sect. It was said that he used to be a playboy but had recently transformed into someone extremely domineering.

Many people speculated that the sudden loss of power among Ye Family and Wu Clan cultivators, making it impossible for them to activate their protective array, might have something to do with him. However, there was no concrete evidence.

Moreover, why would an ordinary person possess such abilities? It was strange indeed.

But regardless, the Ancient Sword Sect was now truly inviolable. Not only did the martial arts sects not dare to provoke them, but even cultivators in the vicinity of Qingxia Mountain were extremely cautious around them.

No one dared to directly confront their might, and the Ye Family faced a great calamity as this opponent came knocking on their door.

The Ye Family's people were both angry and frustrated. They had always lived peacefully, but they never imagined that they would be bullied by ordinary people one day. It was despicable; if not for losing their power, even an old patriarch or a minor Foundation Establishment cultivator could have thoroughly cleansed the Ancient Sword Sect.

A tiger in decline is preyed upon by dogs; a dragon in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp.

Their anger was intense, but before them stood a powerful opponent. "What's wrong? Don't speak if you don't want to be exterminated?"

The man in fine robes was extremely arrogant, as if he had already won the Ye Family.

"Sir, please calm down and talk things over. As they say, forced marriages are never sweet. If you wish to marry our two divine ladies, it must be with their consent," said a woman dressed in elegant attire with a smile. She was the head of the Ye Family, a cultivator at the Profound玄 Stage, but she had no choice but to speak humbly.

"Stop making excuses; do you want your family to be exterminated? Oh, I see, you look nice too. Why not marry me as well?" The man in fine robes revealed a lecherous expression and even tried to touch Ye Hongxue's chin.

Ye Hongxue was furious and turned away to avoid his hand. Nearby cultivators could no longer bear it and shouted in unison. "Dare, daring to disrespect our family head!"

"You've gone mad! Young man, leave some room for the future; don't push things too far now that you're winning."

...

"Pushing things too far? Without power, a cultivator is like a toothless tiger, daring to command me? You're asking for it!"

The man in fine robes suddenly struck out. A sword flash and blood splattered as an elder of the Ye Family was split in two.

Alas, this elder had been at the Separation Stage but lost his power. Facing the strike from a martial arts expert, he couldn't even defend himself.

The Ye Family's people were enraged, with some taking out spiritual weapons. Unfortunately, without their power, they could only use them as ordinary weapons. In just a few moments, several more lay dead on the ground.

Of course, not all cultivators lost in this manner; the key was that the Ye Family had no experts skilled in physical cultivation techniques, making them easily overwhelmed.

Next came an unbelievable scene: several black符文 appeared on the face of the young master of the Ancient Sword Sect.

Mysterious and eerie, he opened his mouth to suck in the souls of several cultivators. His essence even seemed to be devoured by this person.

"Wrong, you're not a commoner; what kind of demon are you?"

Ye Hongxue was shocked. Commoners couldn't possibly devour the souls of cultivators. Clearly, this young master had been possessed by some demon.

But he ignored it and didn't answer the question. "Stop your nonsense here. Have you decided? Marry my several divine ladies or choose extermination?"

The Ye Family's people were filled with sorrow but could do nothing.

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the man in fine robes: "Refusing a toast, choosing punishment instead. Except for that pretty girl, kill them all."

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect roared in agreement, their faces showing extreme excitement. Fish meat for others to cut; today's high and mighty cultivators were now at their mercy. This feeling was rather good.

A disciple with a scar on his face held a bright sword and slashed towards one Ye Family cultivator.

The cultivator showed signs of sorrow and anger, about to be splattered with blood. However, just as the sword approached him, it inexplicably returned to its owner's hand.

Blood spurted out, but the Ye Family cultivator stood dumbfounded without falling; instead, the disciple from the Ancient Sword Sect fell down in a strange manner.

Everyone was stunned by this bizarre scene.

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