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Taken aback, Wang Yi’an quickly turned his head to look forward.
The next moment.
A sense of danger so intense that it made his scalp tingle shot straight to his forehead!
He didn’t even have the time to react before he was hit by the raging blast of a Class III Talisman!
But in the instant before the hit, a spectral black eel that looked like a dragon suddenly flew out from Wang Yi’an’s shoulder.
It rapidly shielded Wang Yi’an within its form.
Bang bang!
Several talisman lights struck the Spiritual Ghost Eel but were easily deflected.
The Spiritual Ghost Eel, however, was carrying him suspended in mid-air, revealing only a face.
Just at that moment, the paleness on Wang Yi’an’s face had vanished.
In its place was a calm expression, devoid of any discernible emotion.
He silently stared at the hemp-faced old man standing on a flying gourd across from him.
In his voice, there was no surprise, only a hint of gravity and confusion:
"Why?"
The hemp-faced old man on the gourd had removed his earlier disguise, and there was no trace of frailty on his face.
However, his complexion was now uglier than ever:
"You lied to me! You clearly have a defensive magic tool!"
"I didn’t lie to you; this isn’t a Magic Tool, this is... Forget it; I just want to ask you, why did you want to kill me?"
Wang Yi’an shook his head slightly.
Looking earnestly at the old man.
The hemp-faced old man let out two cold laughs, his previously friendly demeanor completely erased, with a hint of madness in his ridicule:
"Why?"
"Have you forgotten what I told you before? If I didn’t gain anything this time, I’d have to hunt something else!"
A heavy feeling sank in Wang Yi’an’s heart.
Although he had already guessed at this possibility.
But in hearing the old man state his reason, he couldn’t help but fall silent for a moment.
"So, you plan to hunt me?"
"Hehe... you are a Sect Disciple, and descendant of a Master! How could you understand the hardships of us Rogue Cultivators? My lifespan is not much, and if I can’t achieve the Golden Core, I’ll have to depart this world in a few years!"
The hemp-faced old man’s face showed a hint of madness:
"This great battle has revealed Jin’s decline, and I fear I may not have another chance to come here to gather resources! Don’t blame me, although you have saved me a few times, I had to choose you!"
"I didn’t expect that... I thought by saving you I could gain your trust... No, had you already seen through me?"
Wang Yi’an went silent for a moment, then shook his head:
"Aside from my parents and Master, I trust no one."
"I had not suspected you before, but you were too anxious and exposed yourself."
The hemp-faced old man was taken aback.
But then a smile spread across his face:
"It doesn’t matter, it’s all the same!"
"Why do you think I made my move here?"
Suddenly, the surface of the lake below exploded!
Wang Yi’an stopped talking, shook his head slightly, and whispered:
"Lend me some mana."
Before he finished speaking.
The Spiritual Ghost Eel wrapped around him shone faintly.
Without the slightest hesitation, a Class III magic sword suddenly appeared in his hands.
A chaotic sword Qi instantly burst forth from the sword.
That sword Qi swiftly reached the old man’s neck and gently spun around it.
The hemp-faced old man’s body was immediately decapitated.
And just at that moment.
A Monster Python, tens of zhang long, suddenly leapt out from the lake below.
It spewed its Inner Core towards Wang Yi’an.
Wang Yi’an remained composed as the sword Qi, after decapitating the hemp-faced old man, carried on its momentum and struck the Monster Python directly.
The Monster Python stiffened slightly in mid-air and then turned into chunks of flesh that fell scattered to the ground.
After all, the old man was a Foundation Establishment Competitor, and his head, having left his body, did not die immediately.
Witnessing this, his eyes were filled with shock.
"What is this..."
But Wang Yi’an had lost all interest in continuing the conversation.
The sword Qi, after slaying the Monster Python, swept once more over the old man’s head.
Watching the hemp-faced old man’s corpse fall towards the lake below.
In Wang Yi’an’s heart, there was not a trace of joy.
He just stood there in mid-air.
His brow furrowed, as if coming to a realization.
Then suddenly recalling something, he gently patted the Spiritual Ghost Eel wrapped around him.
Looking back at the distant, now indistinct faraway place.
"Dad... should be fine, right?"
...
"It seems that Yi An is alright now."
Smoke filled the air.
A Blade Weapon stood erect in front of him.
Dodging through the thick smoke together with him.
Feeling the Mysterious Dragon Soldiers he had silently placed on Wang Yi’an being activated, although he was fairly certain that Wang Yi’an would not be in danger, Wang Ba couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
With his experience, he had recognized the ulterior motives of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator following Wang Yi’an at a glance.
But he had chosen to let it be.
After all, he might assist Yi’an now, but he cannot aid him for a lifetime.
It would be better to use this opportunity to let him realize the world outside the Sect sooner.
Struggle is the underlying hue of this world that is riddled with holes.
Sooner or later, Yi An would have to face it.
He also believed that, with Wang Yi’an’s intelligence, experiencing this incident would help him understand these truths.
And the reaction from the Mysterious Dragon Soldiers also allowed him to slightly relax.
His gaze turned to the monster fish in the smoke that was constantly seeking his trace.
"Next, it’s time to deal with this Demonic Beast..."
"I hadn’t expected to come across materials suitable for making a Yuanci Incarnation so soon."
Wang Ba’s eyes gleamed with a hint of joy.
