Chapter 1975

Saying this, Mu Wanzhen shifted her true qi, and indeed, a rustling sound arose from the ground as strange-looking venomous insects crawled out.

Zhong Ling came from a family with deep traditions; Dali was a wild frontier land teeming with venomous creatures, and she often caught venomous snakes to feed her lightning weasel, having seen many such insects in the mountains—yet she found many here she did not recognize, and was momentarily stunned.

"No wonder Ding Chunqiu chose this place as his sect's base—these venomous insects are truly unusual."

"Bold! Star Sect Elder…"

Just then, a booming voice rang out.

But when he saw the few people and horse flying through the sky, the man swallowed the rest of his words.

To hell with Star Sect Elder.

These people are flying in the air—clearly far stronger than Ding Chunqiu.

As a disciple of the Star Sect, your Wu Gong may be weak, but your ability to read the wind and change direction must be strong.

Otherwise, he would have died a thousand times over.

"Your humble servant bows before your ladyships; may your immortal blessings endure forever, and your life rival heaven itself…"

"Zhaixingzi, how dare you… bow before the Immortal Lady…"

A crowd burst out of the buildings, originally angry and stern, but instantly turned groveling and fawning.

Among the crowd, a girl in purple stood out sharply—her face like carved jade, as if a celestial immortal had descended, standing among the Star Sect's misshapen, ugly disciples like a crane among chickens.

Swish!

The last to emerge was an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion; seeing them hovering in midair, his soul nearly fled his body, and he turned to flee.

As a villain, Ding Chunqiu had self-awareness—he did not believe these hovering experts had come to grant him divine fortune.

"Ding Chunqiu, where are you going!"

Wang Yuyan, seeing this, prepared to act.

Zhong Ling was frightened: "Sister Yuyan, Ding Chunqiu uses poison—don't go after him?"

Mu Wanzhen shook her head: "No need to worry—it's just poison. Don't forget, Yuyan has already cultivated the Light Spell."

With the Light Spell protecting her, not even the Low Wu world could challenge her—let alone the Gao Wu world, where she could roam unchecked.

This was a spell passed down by a mythic Great Luo-level cultivator; its subtleties were naturally extraordinary.

Saying this, she threw Wang Yuyan to the ground.

Wang Yuyan activated her lightness skill, like a celestial maiden, swiftly chasing after Ding Chunqiu.

In terms of martial arts knowledge, Wang Yuyan was unquestionably the top of the Heavenly Dragon realm; with the Taixuan Spell enhancing her, every Wu Gong she wielded gained divine aid—ordinary techniques became peerless under her hands.

One could say Ding Chunqiu had met his worst misfortune in encountering her.

In mere breaths, Wang Yuyan, though starting behind, overtook Ding Chunqiu and struck his back with a Soft Palm.

Soft Palm was no advanced martial art—merely a technique for channeling force; when perfected, the palm strike was gentle, calm, and effortless, yet could shatter a man's internal organs into powder without sound or warning.

Of course, this technique was exceedingly difficult to master.

But this posed no obstacle to Wang Yuyan—after merely half a day of practice, her understanding of all martial arts reached an unbelievable level.

Ding Chunqiu heard no wind, yet sensed a deadly threat—he quickly spun and raised his palm to meet it.

Boom!