Chapter Ten: Escaping the Misconception

"Little brother, since you've come, don't be in such a hurry to leave." The woman in the flower sedan spoke coquettishly.

With a whooshing sound, the woman's voice in the flower sedan had barely fallen when four women clad in colorful garments instantly blocked Lei Yan. Four long swords were held horizontally before their chests, their faint fluorescent glow exuding a cool, refreshing aura that pointed straight at Lei Yan's throat.

Lei Yan instinctively retreated a step, raising his left hand to block and place himself in front of Qing Ling. His ability simultaneously locked onto the four women who were pointing at him, and he assumed a vigilant stance.

"Both of them are at the Foundation Establishment stage." As his ability locked onto them, Lei Yan immediately assessed the women's strength. His heart turned as icy as if drenched in cold water. Regardless of the higher-level cultivators, these four women alone left him with no confidence to defeat them.

While Lei Yan secretly pondered how to escape this place, the monk draped in a cassock slowly spoke up. "Amitabha Buddha. Since the little benefactor wishes to leave, why does Benefactor Hua make things difficult for him?" The monk's thoughts were simple: their goal this time was that map of the treasure from Yao Sect. The more people involved in the treasure, the less he would get. He naturally supported Lei Yan and Qing Ling in leaving.

"Monk, my little sister Hua wants to keep him. So he stays." The man in green landed and said in a flattering tone, at the same time thrusting his head into the flower sedan hovering a foot above the ground.

"Giggle, giggle." A crisp laugh rang out from within the flower sedan. "Look at what you're saying, you ghost." As she spoke, that slender arm reached out and slapped the forehead of the green-clothed man who was thrusting his head into the flower sedan.

Boom!

It seemed a gentle, light tap, yet it contained true essence. A flash of light erupted from the green-clothed man's forehead. The green-clothed man immediately flew backward. However, the woman in the flower sedan seemed very experienced; she was measured in her strike. The green-clothed man continued flying back several meters before coming to a halt.

The green-clothed man rubbed his forehead, as if nothing had happened, and walked back. Only a faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. Whether it was because he had seen something that brought him joy, he could not say.

The Flower Fairy in the flower sedan suddenly changed her tone, growing serious. "Since we are all here for the Yao Sect's treasure, I will speak openly. This time, our Hong Ye Valley lost two Nascent Soul elders. But what of it in the end? It simply benefited Liu Yan Sect. They actually transported the secret into the mortal world. Fortunately, there are no walls in this world that do not let the wind through..."

After a brief pause, she continued, "Therefore, this time, no one can leave. He cannot go. Master cannot go. Not even Yu Yang can leave."

"I said, Little Flower Sister, our Huang Feng Sect suffered the same loss of two Nascent Soul elders. Even if you drive me away, I still will not go." With that, the green-clothed man once again leaned his head close.

The green-clothed man flew back once more.

"Amitabha Buddha." The monk chanted once more, then fell silent. He only turned his body toward the rear, gazing at the sky shrouded in flying dust. Whether to vent his inner anger or to halt the thieves rushing forward, his right hand swept across his left wrist's rosary beads, holding them in his right hand. His left hand formed a circle in the void before his body, and with one hand he formed the lion seal of the Buddha sect. His fingers curled and extended, with golden light faintly emanating from the fingertips. The spot in the void that had been previously scratched seemed ignited by the golden light, forming a golden lion's head in an instant.

Roar!

The golden lion's head appeared, as if to prove its existence to the world, and it let out a thunderous roar. The roar shook the heavens, and visible rings of golden light shot forth from the lion's mouth, rushing toward the sky filled with flying dust.

Boom!

A fierce wind swept over the thieves who were charging toward the monk. Amid the neighing of horses, many people fell from their mounts. Fu Zhong's heart was filled with extreme depression. He had just climbed up from the ground when a strong wind blasted toward him. The stinging pain on his face forced him to raise his hand to block it. But the moment he loosened his grip, the horse beneath his crotch also let out a mournful cry. It reared up and threw Fu Zhong off. Staring at the golden light emanating from the lion's head not far ahead, he no longer dared to charge forward. With just that roar already so powerful, if he truly intended to kill them, it would be as easy as flipping his hand. He pulled up his horse, mounted it, and shouted loudly, "Withdraw!"

"Impressive." Lei Yan secretly admired in his heart. This was a true cultivator; with a wave of the hand, they could slay a martial artist from the mortal world. Thinking of his own attacks, they were simply not worth mentioning.

"Monk, you are pretending to be compassionate again." The green-clothed man slowly walked over. With a pinch of the technique in his hand, flying swords circled around him in a loop, then flew into his grasp. He tilted his head, gazing at the Flower Fairy, and smiled. "They dared to disturb my little sister Hua, they should..." His voice paused, and he abruptly turned his head back, the words still on the tip of his tongue. The sword light in his hand had already begun to flash. His footwork became illusory with the flashing sword light. "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, use the sword to guide it."

"This..." Lei Yan's eyes were dazed. Black clouds in the sky gathered toward the ground one by one. Such black clouds close to the ground, he had only seen once during his tribulation, and he could not help but wonder. "Can cultivators really control lightning?"

As if to verify Lei Yan's words, a thunderclap rang out, making his ears buzz. A dazzling bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and landed on the green-clothed man's sword. His right hand holding the sword suddenly pulled back. Then the green-clothed man thrust the sword forward, low shout: "Go." Between pulling back and loosening, a bolt of lightning shot forth from the sword, striking toward the group of thieves fleeing in panic.

The lightning in the sky suddenly transformed into countless electric snakes, assaulting the thief group. In the blink of an eye, screams replaced thunder. In just a few breaths, the opposite side fell silent. Those thieves' fates were uncertain.

"Amitabha Buddha." The monk chanted once more, turning his head to look at the green-clothed man. "Yu Yang's Thunder Controlling Technique is indeed powerful. But killing the innocent for no reason, are you not afraid of heavenly retribution?"

The green-clothed man called Yu Yang disdainfully rolled his eyes. "Heavenly retribution? I said, monk, haven't you killed many people? Then why don't you fear heavenly retribution?"

The monk fell silent. Indeed, as Yu Yang said, he bore a hand of sins. But to make the temple flourish, he was willing to act as this executioner.

Qing Ling pondered that although she was a cultivator, she had no cultivation method, only knowing how to use poison. Seeing the cultivation methods of the monk and Yu Yang, an envious expression appeared on her face. While Lei Yan had already completely fallen into shock. He discovered he was wrong, and wrong in a ridiculous way. Always, he had thought the method suitable for himself was the best method. This idea was indeed good, and the method he created was indeed the most suitable for himself. But how to create a cultivation method? It was not easy. He could not read extensively, could not integrate the teachings, how could he create? This was simply a daydream. He found he had already entered a wrong path, and did not even realize it. Fortunately, this time it allowed him to see the true power of cultivators; otherwise, he would still be immersed in it.

Lei Yan's fists clenched tightly. He secretly made up his mind. He must escape from here, then make up for the knowledge of cultivation.

"Hahaha... Did I miss something?" While Lei Yan was pondering, a bold voice came from the sky. Then a figure in fiery red descended from the heavens.