Chapter 7

"Not good, this child's physique is too strong, run!"

The black-clothed leader immediately transmitted to the others, immediately applied a god-movement spiritual art to himself, and then ran toward the outside of Tianjian Peak without looking back.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

A voice sounded behind them. Just as the voice entered their ears, shadows flickered in front of them.

Slap slap slap—

Crisp slaps echoed, the face-covering cloths of several men in black were directly slapped away, and five finger marks were clearly visible on their faces.

This slap directly slapped away their protective spiritual arts, turning them into countless spiritual power fragments floating.

At this moment, several people clearly understood how terrifying the physical strength of this person was.

The speed the other party just showed, even the black-clothed leader in the Immortal Platform Realm, couldn't capture it at all.

Who the hell said that the Senior Brother of Tianjian Peak was a waste!

Everyone wailed in their hearts, and the black-clothed leader immediately begged for mercy.

"My Lord, we are cultivators from the neighboring Qingshan Sect. This matter is purely a misunderstanding. Please raise your hand and let us leave!"

Han Yu didn't answer, Ji Yanling frowned and said coldly.

"Have you people from the Qingshan Sect already defected to that guy Ji Zhengyang?"

Besides the Dayan Imperial Family and several major dynasties, there were several major cultivation forces in Qingzhou, divided into one sect, one school, and five factions. The Qingshan Sect was one of the five factions, with King-level powerhouses sitting in town.

Every time the master of the imperial dynasty changed, there was a struggle for the throne. If someone could obtain the support of these cultivation sects, the chance of obtaining the position of Country Lord would be greater.

"Jiu Gong Zhu, our Qingshan Sect has long chosen to stand on the side of the First Prince. Attacking you is just sharing worries for the Lord, please don't blame us, Jiu Gong Zhu!"

"Hmph, I have said long ago that I have no interest in the position of the Country Lord!"

Ji Yanling snorted coldly, her eyebrows frowned, and killing intent flickered in her beautiful eyes.

"But you were relentless and forced me hard. If it weren't for my Senior Brother's help today, it would be difficult to retreat unscathed. How can you let me leave you alive!"

Hearing this, several people were terrified and immediately spoke one after another.

"You can't kill us. If we die here, the Qingshan Sect will definitely not let it go!"

"Yes, yes, and the First Prince will know this news, he will definitely not let you go, nor will he let your Senior Brother go!"

Hearing this, the Red Lotus Sword raised by Ji Yanling paused. She was not afraid of offending the First Prince, but if it implicated Senior Brother, it would be difficult to handle.

Just at this moment, Ji Yanling suddenly found that a large hand held her small hand, raised the Red Lotus Sword, input spiritual power into it, and slashed violently at those people.

Swish—

Flame sword energy shot out, directly cutting several people at the waist. The flames spread and burned, and in just a moment, the corpses of several people were burned to ashes, leaving only a few storage rings.

Ji Yanling looked back and saw Han Yu looking at her with a smile, his voice gentle.

"Junior Sister, don't think so much, kill if you should kill!"

Ji Yanling trembled in her heart and couldn't help but show an apologetic look.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry, I implicated you!"

"What is the little girl saying? I am your Senior Brother, of course I have to protect you!"

Han Yu didn't care, picked up the storage rings to check them casually, only a few hundred low-grade spirit stones, and some cultivation pills.

"So poor!"

Han Yu shook his head. As the acting Peak Master of Tianjian Peak, he could receive at least 10,000 low-grade spirit stones from the Youxian Sect's treasury every month. Of course, he looked down on the savings of these small cultivators.

But to be honest, a few hundred low-grade spirit stones were not few. Immortal Platform Realm disciples of the Youxian Sect only had a cultivation subsidy of 100 low-grade spirit stones a month.

"Junior Sister, give these things to you, treat it as pocket money."

Han Yu threw the storage rings to Ji Yanling, the little girl nodded and said in a sweet voice.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

【Congratulations to the host, Ji Yanling's favorability has reached 80%, current status 'Intimate'.】

Seeing the system prompt, Han Yu smiled slightly.

Ji Yanling looked at Han Yu and also smiled.

She found that she had become more and more recognized for this Senior Brother. She could accept anything he gave her calmly, without any discomfort.

Of course, Ji Yanling didn't feel that Han Yu should pay for her, but kept the good he did for her in her heart, waiting to repay him in the future!

Speaking of repayment, Ji Yanling glanced at the system panel. The loser's punishment task hadn't been completed yet, so she immediately coughed.

"That... Senior Brother, shall we continue?"

"Ah? Again?"

After a night, the morning sun broke, and the sunlight sprinkled on Tianjian Peak. The fragrance of peach blossoms floated with the wind and poured into the room through the doors and windows.

Han Yu covered Ji Yanling with a quilt and shook his head helplessly.

This little girl tossed him for most of the night last night, and he was also exhausted, so he fell into a deep sleep.

"Being able to have the reincarnated Female Emperor massage me, this feeling is really not bad!"

"But looking at this, the little girl shouldn't have awakened her past life memories, otherwise, as a dignified Female Emperor, it should be impossible to do such a thing."

Han Yu stretched, walked out of the room, came to the core of Tianjian Peak, threw in a pile of spirit stones, and activated the protective array.

Looking at those spirit stones, Han Yu felt very distressed.

"A subsidy of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones per month is not a small amount for an individual, but to maintain the entire Tianjian Peak, it is really stretched!"

"Just this protective array costs hundreds of low-grade spirit stones a day. If someone attacks, the consumption is even doubled!"

"Not enough to spend, not enough to spend at all!"

Han Yu got a bit angry when he thought of this.

"It's all because of that Qingshan Sect, and that damn First Prince. Junior Sister and I were waiting well, and they had to come and disturb me!"

"No, I must make them compensate for the loss!"

Han Yu's eyes narrowed, he took out a white mask and put it on, then flew on his sword with the wind.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Han Yu fully mobilized the Green Lotus Immortal Sword, the speed had reached 3,000 zhang per breath, and after a few hours, he arrived at the Qingshan Sect.

Here, peaks stood tall, pavilions and towers were everywhere, and thousands of disciples were flying on artifacts in the sky, coming and going endlessly, quite having the momentum of a large sect.

"Not bad, it looks like it has a lot of money!"

Han Yu moved in his heart, then gathered his spiritual power, performed a basic "Echo Technique," and shouted at the Qingshan Sect.

"Everyone in the Qingshan Sect, listen up. I will give you one stick of incense time to evacuate. After one stick of incense, those who remain here will be killed without mercy!"