Osmanthus Forest, within the Bu Xian Pavilion.

Qin Yang sat cross-legged, a slight blush on his face.

Before him, a gourd of Hundred Fruit Wine had been completely consumed. The wine was potent with spiritual energy, its kick overpowering. If it were ordinary wine, even a thousand cups would not have altered Qin Yang's expression.

Within Qin Yang's body, the Nine Revolutions Star Technique continually circulated, transforming the wine's energy into spiritual power, settling it in his dantian.

Reddish bubbles shattered around Qin Yang, transforming into streams of pure qi, while faint silver Spirit Gathering Grass swayed in the wind, collecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Three days of cultivation had allowed Qin Yang's spiritual power to accumulate significantly.

"Just a little more..."

As his internal spiritual power steadily increased, Qin Yang could feel he was just a step away from breaking through to a High Level Immortal Warrior.

"Time to set up the Pill Array."

Qin Yang's eyes opened and a gleam flashed by. With a wave of his right hand, the white silk bag before him opened, and a hundred small Primordial Spirit Pills poured out in succession.

"Spirit Transformation Pill Array."

Qin Yang's fingers formed a spell seal, causing the little Primordial Spirit Pills to move with Qin Yang's hand signs and converge above his head into a pattern resembling a Taiji diagram.

"Activate the array!"

Qin Yang shouted lowly, the rune light at his fingertips surging, outlining an identical pattern which merged into the Pill Array.

Droomoo~!

Within the Pill Array, each small Primordial Spirit Pill began to spin, and as they spun, the pills diminished in size.

The medicinal power transformed into visible threads of spiritual power, pouring into Qin Yang sitting cross-legged below. Qin Yang's pores opened, welcoming the baptism of spiritual power.

The spiritual power derived from the conversion of a hundred Primordial Spirit Pills was exceedingly abundant, flooding into Qin Yang's body, causing his internal spiritual power to reach a peak.

Boom~!

The barrier of the High Level Immortal Warrior finally shattered at this moment.

Within the Bu Xian Pavilion, the floating spiritual energy swirled like small tornadoes, whistling softly as they converged into Qin Yang's body.

Qin Yang pushed the Nine Revolutions Star Technique to its limits, absorbing the spiritual energy. The spiritual power within his dantian expanded rapidly, soon filling the entire dantian.

At this moment, Qin Yang's entire body was enveloped in a sacred silver aura, each breakthrough tempering his physique with spiritual power.

After a while, the silver aura dissipated, revealing the figure sitting cross-legged.

"High Level Immortal Warrior!"

Qin Yang's eyes opened once more, a gleam of delight flickering across them. The strength of a High Level Immortal Warrior was incomparable to that of an Intermediate Immortal Warrior.

"Fire Dragon Technique!"

Qin Yang's fingers formed a spell seal, and spiritual power surged out from within him.

A twisting, serpentine fire dragon formed in mid-air before him, the crimson flames enveloping the dragon's body, rendering the entire atmosphere scorching.

The Fire Dragon Technique was a Level Four magic, akin to the Wind Serpent Dance Qin Yang had once exerted all his strength to employ. However, now with the cultivation of a High Level Immortal Warrior, executing it was naturally much more effortless.

"Disperse!"

Qin Yang contentedly observed the fire dragon he conjured, his fingers shifting the spell seal, transforming the fire dragon into particles of light which quietly dispersed.

How wonderful, another breakthrough. This speed is no less than when I was on the Immortal Yuan Continent. After all, even on Earth, my fortuitous encounters have been quite favorable.

The excitement in Qin Yang's eyes had not entirely faded when his brows suddenly furrowed, gazing a thousand meters ahead into the Osmanthus Forest.

"Has someone intruded into the Osmanthus Forest?"

Qin Yang stood, an ethereal aura enveloping his entire being.

Swish!

Qin Yang's figure blurred, and the next moment, he had vanished from the Bu Xian Pavilion.

In the Osmanthus Forest, a gentle breeze blew, causing the trees' lush green leaves to rustle, pale yellow flowers drifting down, their fragrance delightful.

"Why does it feel like we're turned around?"

An Yuan frowned, speaking, having been in this Osmanthus Forest for a quarter of an hour already, and for the second time returning to the same location.

"There's something strange about this Osmanthus Forest."

Leng Yi, standing aside, spoke up.

When Qin Yang instructed Li Xinyan to plant this Osmanthus Forest, it was aligned with a specific array positioning. Even though Qin Yang hadn't activated the array, it still exhibited some effects of an Illusion Array.

In truth, if only An Yuan and the others would continue forward, they would surely discover something amiss, yet Simen Feng was no longer willing to wait.

"Tell me how to get inside!"

Simen Feng clutched Li Xinyan's fair neck, coldly demanding.

"Cough, cough...I don't know..."

Li Xinyan's face turned crimson, struggling to utter a few words.

"Heh, you sure are protective of that lover of yours."

Simen Feng sneered, flipping her palm to reveal a dagger gleaming with a cold light sliding from her sleeve into her hand.

"Tell me, if I were to carve a couple of marks on your face, would that lover of yours still want you?"

Simen Feng waved the dagger by Li Xinyan's cheek, coldly threatening.

"No, please..."

Terror welled in Li Xinyan's eyes, tears dropping from her eyes; a girl's appearance is sometimes valued more than life itself.

"Heh."

Simen Feng's eyes turned cold, the dagger's tip flashing towards Li Xinyan's cheek.

Her soft-hearted, sponging husband had been caught cheating and killed by her own hand, thus, she fostered a destructive impulse towards women of beauty.

Rustle rustle!

A sudden faint sound emerged from the Osmanthus Forest, and then a figure flashed into view a dozen meters before Simen Feng and the others.

"Hurt her a bit, and I'll tear you apart."

Qin Yang raised his head, a frosty gleam in his eyes.

"You little brat, are you the one who killed my son?!"

Seeing the newcomer, the dagger in Simen Feng's hand paused, her voice turning sharp. She had seen Qin Yang's photos and videos, and the figure before her could only be that scoundrel!

"And this woman is...?"

Qin Yang frowned, glancing at Simen Feng, a few speculations forming in his mind. The matter of him killing Simen Huan would eventually be discovered by the Ximen Family, but Qin Yang had no regrets.

The attire of those before him was distinct, making it not hard to discern that they hailed from three different factions.

Among them were some faces Qin Yang recognized, An Yuan and An Xingchen from the Dark Palace. As for the withered elder restraining Zhao Hui, he seemed to be the Great Tributor of the Dark Palace. The four in black were undoubtedly also from the Dark Palace.

Ximen Feihua and the old man beside him, Qin Yang also knew, though the other three he did not, yet it was not hard to guess they were people from the Ximen Clan.

Lastly, the five dressed in sea blue robes were from the Sea Dragon Sect. Who knew they would also involve themselves.

"It seems the Ximen Clan, Dark Palace, and Sea Dragon Sect have allied to confront my Feipu Manor."

A cold gleam flashed within Qin Yang's eyes. He was unsure of the situation of casualties within the manor, but since they had come, they shouldn't expect to leave alive today.

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