Chapter 155: I Am Your Senior Sister

With a deafening roar, the newcomer didn't dodge or evade, forcefully crashing into the fire dragon and shattering it into countless sparks. A faint black glow flickered. The spellcaster hovering in mid-air swayed slightly, blood spurted from their neck, and they plunged headfirst downwards.

The black streaking light, now wreathed in thunder, had already plunged into the fray. Everywhere it passed, screams echoed continuously, and severed limbs and flesh flew through the air, instantly transforming the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a living purgatory.

In the crowd, Lu Ye stared at the dancing black streak of light. Although he didn't know who had arrived or discern their movements clearly, the black light gave him a profound sense of familiarity.

It was an inexplicable sense of kinship.

Lu Ye lowered his head and looked at his battle mark. A faint warmth emanated from the mark, and a feeling of shared origin radiated from the black streak of light.

"Is this... someone from the Blood Sect?" he wondered. "Does the Blood Sect actually have other disciples?"

He wasn't aware of the Blood Sect's exact situation. Based on what he knew so far, he had always believed that his sect, which hadn't recruited disciples for thirty years and was on the verge of being struck from the rolls, had only himself and the sect master remaining.

But it seemed that wasn't the case. The Blood Sect still had disciples, at least one.

"Ignore her! Kill Lu Ye!" someone in the crowd shouted.

No sooner had the words left their mouth than the black streak of light lunged in front of him. Immediately after, a head flew high into the air.

Spells rained down from mid-air, most of them fire-elemental, particularly the ferocious fire dragons, which bared their fangs and claws, twisting the very air with their heat.

The black streak, now wreathed in purplish lightning, flashed before Lu Ye and his companions. With a raised hand, it seized a verdant leaf, which instantly expanded, shielding everyone's heads.

Boom, boom, boom... Spells rained down, striking the leaf, but they couldn't penetrate its defense. Lu Ye stared blankly at the figure standing before him.

The woman was exceptionally tall and slender. She wore a slightly ill-fitting outfit that beautifully accentuated her graceful figure. Spiritual energy surged around her, pulsating with the purplish lightning. As she withstood the barrage of spells, she glanced back at Lu Ye and smiled: "Little Junior Brother? I'm your Senior Sister, Wei Yang."

In that instant, the world seemed to lose its color. Lu Ye quickly bowed in salute: "Greetings, Senior Sister!"

"My Senior Sister is this formidable?" he thought. "And she's incredibly beautiful, with a great figure..."

"I'm late, mainly because that old man back home is too stubborn."

"Old man?" Lu Ye paused, then realized she was referring to the sect master. He immediately didn't dare to respond.

At the same time, the Clear Sky Alliance cultivators who had been cut off outside also charged in; Wei Yang had opened a path for them earlier.

Although she had just arrived, she immediately assessed the situation on the field. She knew it was unrealistic to rescue Lu Ye alone; to ensure Lu Ye's safety, she needed the help of others.

This was why she immediately let the Clear Sky Alliance cultivators from outside in; only with more people could Lu Ye be protected.

In an instant, the cultivators surrounding Lu Ye increased to over a hundred. They formed a group, fending off spell attacks from all directions. Although they were safe for the moment, their strength would eventually wane.

"Everyone, protect my Junior Brother!" Wei Yang suddenly called out. Immediately, many people responded eagerly: "As Senior commands!" Their attitudes were exceptionally enthusiastic.

Wei Yang charged forward again, her tall figure transforming back into a black streak of light. The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators who were still casting spells in mid-air looked panicked at the sight of her. They scattered like frightened snakes; however, anyone she targeted rarely survived for more than three breaths.

One figure plummeted from the sky with a shriek, then a second, then a third... The black streak of light only swept through a few times, and soon there was no one left in mid-air. Those who luckily survived suppressed their escape lights and landed obediently. There was no other way; Wei Yang's attitude was clear: anyone who dared to remain in mid-air would be killed.

When Wei Yang returned, the noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent, and all spiritual energy fluctuations ceased. At some point, Wei Yang held a giant battle scythe as tall as herself. Dark energy continuously emanated from the scythe, giving off an ominous aura.

"Those who don't want to die, get out!" Wei Yang said calmly. Wherever her gaze fell, the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators retreated.

However, one person stepped forward. A blazing flame mark, as if burning, was on his forehead. He looked at Wei Yang: "It is truly an honor that the skirmishes among us juniors could disturb such an esteemed Senior. However, Senior forcibly entered the Spirit Creek Battlefield and killed so many people. The taste of the Soul-Annihilation Divine Thunder must not be pleasant, is it? Now that the divine thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can Senior kill?"

Wei Yang turned her head to look. Her figure suddenly blurred into an afterimage, directly pouncing on the man. She raised a hand and tapped his chest; it was unclear what technique she used. The man's body abruptly stiffened. The giant battle scythe swung down, and his head, still wearing a bewildered expression, flew high into the air.

After killing him, Wei Yang flashed back to Lu Ye's side and scoffed: "The Sacred Fire Sect wants to make a show of strength? I can't kill many more; three to five more is probably my limit. Who wants to try?"

"What kind of skill is it for a Senior to bully juniors?" someone angrily grumbled from within the crowd. Their voice was ethereal, likely using some method to prevent Wei Yang from pinpointing their location.

Wei Yang looked in the direction of the voice: "Who exactly is bullying juniors here?"

"This is, after all, an affair of the Spirit Creek Battlefield. For Senior to forcibly enter and interfere is somewhat indefensible. If all sects and factions behaved like Senior, wouldn't the Spirit Creek Battlefield fall into utter chaos?"

"If they dare, let them in. We'll see if I can't kill them all!"

"This is utterly nonsensical!" The speaker fumed. Then they instigated: "Everyone, she's currently afflicted by the Soul-Annihilation Divine Thunder and can't kill many more. Don't be afraid of her. Let's all attack together. If she dares to strike again, she will surely be obliterated by the divine thunder."

"Found you!" Wei Yang's lips curled into a smirk. She extended her battle scythe forward, and when she pulled it back, a small, slender man was impaled on it. The scythe had pierced his chest, hoisting him high into the air. Blood gushed from the wound, and the intense pain made him shriek.

The many Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators were struck dumb with fear. No one had seen how she attacked just now.

She looked up at the slender man, her delicate brows furrowed: "Someone from the Golden Cloud Pavilion? Decades have passed, and you still haven't improved at all, always preferring to hide in the shadows and sow discord."

"It wasn't me!" the slender man struggled to say.

Wei Yang casually swung the battle scythe in her hand, and a mist of blood exploded into the air.

She turned to Lu Ye: "From now on, whenever you're in the Spirit Creek Battlefield and you encounter anyone from the Sacred Fire Sect or the Golden Cloud Pavilion, don't waste words. Just kill them first. Those two factions have a long-standing grudge against us."

"Yes!" Lu Ye respectfully replied.

"Oh, and there's also the Hundred Refinement Valley," she added. "The Sacred Fire Sect and Golden Cloud Pavilion are here, so there's no reason for the Hundred Refinement Valley not to be. Where are they?" She glanced around, seemingly looking for someone from the Hundred Refinement Valley to kill. But with so many Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators gathered, it was truly hard to tell them apart.

Under her sharp gaze, a Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivator timidly said: "Those from the Hundred Refinement Valley are... blocked at their stronghold by Feng Yuechan..."

"Yuechan, huh..." Wei Yang's expression softened slightly. "That little girl has grown up."

She twirled the battle scythe, holding it at the ready. Then she proclaimed loudly: "I'm taking my Junior Brother with me. Does anyone object?"

A person from the Sacred Fire Sect stepped out of the crowd, with a look of devout sorrow. "As long as the heart-fire burns, what is there to fear in death!" He stood not far from Wei Yang, watching her with a calm expression.

Wei Yang swung her battle scythe, and the Sacred Fire Sect member was instantly cut in half.

Another person stepped out, reciting: "As long as the heart-fire burns, what is there to fear in death!"

Wei Yang struck again, without the slightest hesitation.

A third person from the Sacred Fire Sect stepped out, shouting the same phrase.

This time, Wei Yang didn't strike. Instead, she broke into a smile. She pointed a hand to the sky: "I won't kill you; someone else will!"

A clear, ringing sword hum suddenly echoed. When everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw a stream of sword light, like a bolt of silk, descending from the sky and striking directly downwards. The Sacred Fire Sect member didn't even utter a sound before being sliced in two by the sword light.

The sword light receded. A long sword came into view, slanted into the ground. A man with white hair, dressed in a long white robe adorned with red clouds, stood lightly on the sword hilt with one hand behind his back, swaying gently with the sword hilt's movements, like a wisp of willow catkin.

With his other hand, he held a wine gourd, tilted his head back for a drink, and then let out a burp. "I'm late!" he declared.

"Li Baxian!" someone cried out in alarm.

A commotion rippled through the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge ranks.

Even if they hadn't seen Li Baxian before, no cultivator active in the Spirit Creek Battlefield would be unfamiliar with his name. He was, after all, the tenth-ranked powerhouse on the Spirit Creek Ranking.

Merely being ranked tenth wasn't enough to instill fear. The main reason was that this man had broken into the top ten with only an eighth-level Spirit Creek cultivation.

The entire Spirit Creek Ranking only listed one hundred individuals, and every one of these hundred was a ninth-level Spirit Creek powerhouse who had cultivated a Heaven-grade cultivation method.

There was only one exception: Li Baxian, ranked tenth!

It was difficult to estimate the number of ninth-level Spirit Creek cultivators who practiced Heaven-grade cultivation methods across the entire Spirit Creek Battlefield. This was because it gathered cultivators from all sects across the Nine Provinces; almost every day, someone advanced to the ninth level of Spirit Creek, others broke through their limits to advance to the Cloud River Realm, and some were killed in combat.

In short, the number of ninth-level cultivators was hard to quantify, as it was constantly changing.

Regardless, there were always at least ten thousand.

The Spirit Creek Ranking selected one in a hundred. Anyone on the list was a powerhouse among powerhouses.

Li Baxian's ability to hold the tenth position with an eighth-level cultivation was partly because he had fallen from the ninth level. Thus, although he was at the eighth level, he retained the foundation of a ninth-level cultivator, a situation similar to that of Dong Shuye, whom Lu Ye had killed.

Before Feng Yuechan dominated the Spirit Creek Ranking, he had been its top-ranked cultivator.

However, due to an accident, his spiritual aperture was damaged, causing his cultivation to drop by one level.

The other, and most crucial, reason was that he was a sword cultivator!