Chapter 2725: Ambush

Upon seeing the Long family disciples under attack by demonic beasts, Wang Yuanjiang willingly intervened to help them.

Long Yufi expressed her gratitude, stating that she would have likely perished had it not been for Wang Yuanjiang's help. She presented a small token of her appreciation.

Long Yufi took out two exquisite green jade boxes and offered them to Wang Yuanjiang.

Her luck had been poor; she had successively encountered a sixth-tier demonic bird and a sixth-tier demonic insect, depleting her supply of sixth-tier talismans, only to then encounter a pack of wolves.

Understanding the situation, Wang Yuanjiang did not refuse and accepted the gifts, knowing that Long Yufi would likely not feel at ease if he declined.

Wang Yuanjiang suggested that they travel together, noting it wouldn't be too late to part ways once they encountered their respective family members.

Wang Yuanjiang made the proposal because he had not yet encountered any of his own family members. The Profound Spirit Cave was extremely perilous, and having Long Yufi's assistance would provide an additional layer of safety.

Long Yufi considered it for a moment and then agreed.

On a steep peak, a green fruit tree, over ten zhang tall, stood at the summit, bearing more than ten oval-shaped green fruits.

A young woman dressed in a green ruqun and a burly old man in a blue robe were engaged in an attack on a colossal golden eagle. Not far away, a bloodied golden eagle lay lifeless on the ground.

Three flying swords, shimmering with azure light, encircled the golden eagle. The young woman in the green dress continuously chanted incantations, causing the three azure flying swords to unleash sharp azure sword qi that repeatedly struck the golden eagle.

The golden eagle's body was covered in lacerations, shedding a large number of golden feathers, and its aura was visibly weakened.

The golden eagle's body erupted with brilliant golden light, engulfing an area tens of thousands of feet in radius. It powerfully flapped its wings, transforming into a golden tornado that sent the three azure flying swords hurtling backward.

The golden tornado swept away into the distance, but after moving only a few tens of li, a swath of blue light descended from the heavens, encompassing it and causing its speed to diminish.

The young woman in the green dress formed a hand seal, causing the three azure flying swords to merge into a single, colossal, hazy azure greatsword that seemed to reach the sky. It carried an aura of cataclysmic destruction as it cleaved towards the golden tornado.

With a resounding crash, the golden tornado was utterly annihilated by the colossal greatsword.

The young woman in the green dress breathed a sigh of relief and, with a smile, remarked that it was fortunate Fifth Uncle had intervened, or else the demonic beast would have escaped.

This was Song Ziyu, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and a descendant of Song Yunlong.

The blue-robed old man urged them to quickly harvest the spirit fruits, emphasizing that it was not easy for them to enter and seek treasures, and they should gather as many cultivation resources as possible.

He was Song Yunhai, a cultivator at the perfected Nascent Soul stage.

The Song family had never anticipated being able to send individuals into the Profound Spirit Cave for treasure hunting, and thus they greatly valued this rare opportunity.

Song Ziyu harvested all the spirit fruits and even transplanted the fruit tree itself.

The two then departed from the area, heading to other locations to gather more cultivation resources.

Within a hidden underground cave, damp and dim, Wang Chuanming sat cross-legged on the ground, his demeanor calm and collected.

A faint sound of footsteps came from behind him, and Wang Mofei approached.

He had consumed healing elixirs and spent nearly half a month recuperating, now close to full recovery.

Had it not been for Wang Chuanming's intervention this time, Wang Mofei would have perished.

To ensure his safety during recovery, Wang Chuanming had remained by his side for the past half month.

Wang Chuanming inquired with concern about Wang Mofei's recovery.

Wang Mofei, expressing his gratitude, told him there was no need for such formality outside the clan and that he was almost fully recovered, acknowledging Wang Chuanming's efforts.

Wang Chuanming responded that as family, there was no need for politeness, and suggested they go treasure hunting now that Wang Mofei had mostly recovered, noting they had already delayed for a considerable time.

Wang Mofei nodded, and together they exited the underground cave.

Emerging from the cave, an endless expanse of verdant forest stretched before them. The two headed towards the dense woods and soon vanished within.

Three days later, they still had not emerged from the dense forest, which was abundant in spirit herbs but also teeming with demonic insects and beasts.

Wang Chuanming and Wang Mofei advanced slowly, their faces etched with vigilance.

As far as they could see, towering trees, over a hundred zhang in height, dominated the landscape. Their dense foliage formed canopies that blocked out the sky, allowing only sparse sunlight to penetrate.

A deafening roar echoed from a distance, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Wang Chuanming and Wang Mofei's expressions grew tense. They exchanged a look, nodded to each other, and began to move towards the source of the sound.

After more than half an hour, they halted. A small valley lay several li ahead, from which the booming sound emanated. Out of caution, they refrained from using their divine sense to investigate, as doing so would alert their presence to anyone within.

Wang Mofei took out a shimmering golden orb. Just then, Wang Chuanming perceived something amiss, pulled Wang Mofei back, and swiftly retreated.

The ground began to shake violently as countless green thorns burst from the earth, shooting directly towards them. Simultaneously, a vast quantity of white snowflakes descended from the sky amidst fierce gusts of wind. These snowflakes transformed into numerous white flying swords, all aimed at Wang Mofei and Wang Chuanming.

Wang Chuanming's face darkened with a murderous expression as he realized they had fallen into an ambush.

With a flip of his right hand, a shimmering golden long saber appeared. He executed a horizontal slash, unleashing a vast, hazy golden saber qi that swept forth, utterly shattering the oncoming green thorns and white flying swords.

Three men and one woman emerged. Their attire clearly identified them as disciples of the Cold Flame Sect. The most powerful among them was a strikingly curvaceous young woman in a white dress.

The young woman in the white dress possessed cherry lips and a delicate nose. Her prominent bust seemed poised to burst through her white bandeau, and a white pearl hairpin adorned her hair.

This was Wei Ying, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and Bai Feng's Dao companion.

All four Cold Flame Sect disciples were at the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.

Wei Ying's voice was cold and devoid of emotion as she commanded them to show no mercy and eliminate their opponents.

The Cold Flame Sect and Zhenhai Palace were rivals. Before the Wang family was established, the Cold Flame Sect held sole dominance over that sea area. However, after the Wang family's rise, precipitated by the decline of the Liu family, their interests were indirectly impacted.

Thus, upon encountering disciples of the Wang family, they naturally showed no quarter.

Wang Chuanming and Wang Mofei reacted swiftly. Each activated a metallic sphere, imbuing it with a spell. The two spheres immediately burst with spiritual light, transforming into a giant ape puppet and a flying eagle puppet respectively.

The giant ape puppet charged forward towards their opponents, while the flying eagle puppet flapped its wings and soared into the air.

Wei Ying and the other three each manifested a white, shimmering banner, gently waving it to expand its surface. At that precise moment, Wang Chuanming produced a Soul Suppressing Horn and gently blew into it.

A resonant blast from the horn filled the air, and to their horror, Wei Ying and the other three discovered they were unable to exert even a trace of their spiritual power.

The giant ape puppet beast opened its enormous maw, spewing forth countless thin golden beams of light directly at Wei Ying and her companions.

The dense golden beams struck their protective spiritual light, causing it to dim considerably. The flying eagle puppet then descended from above, its sharp talons effortlessly piercing Wei Ying's now weakened protective spiritual light.

A tragic feminine shriek pierced the air as Wei Ying's head was crushed by the flying eagle puppet's talons.

Under normal circumstances, even if two fifth-tier puppet beasts attacked Wei Ying simultaneously, it would not have been so easy to breach her defenses. However, being unable to harness any spiritual power, her defense was significantly weakened, leading to her swift demise in a single exchange.