[The Romantic Harem of Zhu Xian: Xiao Fan's Rebirth] (Unabridged Chapter 111)

Chapter 111 Ghost King (4)

Biyao frowned, about to turn around and speak to the person in the shadows, when she suddenly glanced at the corner of her eye and saw that there was still

a lone person standing below, not going with the others to fight the enemy. It was Xiao Yicai. She didn't know

when stayed behind.

Xiao Yicai had repeatedly instigated the crowd to be hostile to the Ghost King Sect. Biyao had no good feelings towards him. Her face immediately darkened

, and she sneered, "Why are you staying here instead of helping the fellow Daoists?"

Xiao Yicai, however, remained calm. He did not show any panic at the sight of the righteous people's overwhelming army. He smiled and said:

"I wanted to see here whether the Ghost King Sect would truly stand with us powerless pawns

, or simply use us as cannon fodder."

Bi Yao's face turned cold, and she was about to retort when she suddenly heard the man standing in the shadows behind her say, "You are not a member of my

Holy Sect. What is your identity?"

Bi Yao was greatly surprised, but the man named Xiao Yicai also trembled, his gaze

turning towards the shadows with a wary look in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Who is this? How dare you speak such nonsense? I am

a disciple of the Blood Refining Hall of the Holy Sect. Are you going to slander me just because I spoke out for justice?"

The man standing in the shadows said calmly, "The Blood Refining Hall was naturally the leader of the Holy Sect eight hundred years ago, and

was invincible, but it has long since declined. With your talent and cultivation, even the eldest disciple is not as good as you. How could we accept you as

a commoner?" "A disciple of the Tong sect? If he really had that kind of skill, the Blood Refining Hall would have already turned the tables."

Xiao Yicai snorted and said, "You haven't even seen me make a move, so how do you know the depth of my cultivation?"

The man seemed to smile and said, "To see the depth of your cultivation, why do I need to see you cast a spell? Just now, that old Taoist Cangsong

used the 'Taiji Xuanqing Dao' to force sound into the stone, shaking the mountain range, intending to establish his authority. Those with slightly weaker cultivation would have their hearts shaken and

their footing unsteady. Even the elderly were not immune, but you seemed unaffected. The difference in cultivation level is obvious at a glance, so what's so difficult about it?"

Xiao Yicai's face changed color, and he stared at the person in the shadows for a long time before saying, "I didn't expect that the Demonic Sect is indeed full of

hidden dragons and crouching tigers . Who exactly are you?"

Biyao let out a soft shout, and flew into the air, angrily saying, "Prepare to die!"

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the originally dark cave, and a faint fragrance wafted through the air. White flowers danced in front of Biyao,

like frost and snow, swirling endlessly. Even with its bright white light, it seemed unable to penetrate the man's shadow,

and no clearly see his face.

Xiao Yicai dared not be careless. He took a step back, reached out and grabbed at the air.

A series of hissing filled

the air as he pulled out a bright, dazzling immortal sword from thin air. Most strikingly, seven bright stars were carved on the sword's gleaming blade.

"Huh?" the man in the shadows suddenly murmured, "'Seven Star Sword'!"

In the blink of an eye, Biyao and Xiao Yicai were already locked in combat. The two flew into the air, their swords flashing and

the vast space seemed to shrink considerably as they fought. Suddenly,

Biyao let out a delicate shout, and the Heartbreak Flowers scattered in all directions. In an instant, the wind howled, and the entire cave

was filled with dazzling white flowers, like a sharp wall of light, pushing forward like an overwhelming tide. Xiao

Yicai frowned, his body retreating ten feet in mid-air. His right hand formed a series of hand seals, while his left hand gripped his right wrist as if holding a thousand pounds. His movements were like wild cursive script, his fingers whistling through the air, instantly creating a Tai Chi diagram

before him . 　　Zhang Xiaofan, watching Xiao Yicai's Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, thought, "This Xiao Yicai is quite formidable. Among the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect, probably only Lu Xueqi and I can perform this Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao. Even Qi Hao is inferior ." 　　In an instant, the Seven Star Sword reversed direction, its light blazing, standing in the center of the Tai Chi diagram. A series of sharp, resounding clangs echoed. A moment later, the Seven Star Sword shot out with lightning speed, its blade surrounded by swirling Tai Chi light wheels , its power immense and unstoppable. 　　Soon after, the two magical treasures collided violently in mid-air! 　　"Boom!" 　　A deafening roar echoed as the light from the collision of the two magical treasures surged outwards, the entire cave reverberating. The rock walls above, unable to withstand the immense force, shattered, sending rocks of all sizes crashing down. 　　The light from Biyao's white flower wall faded and disappeared, leaving her pale-faced, clearly having suffered a minor setback. 　　But Biyao was no ordinary person; she immediately retaliated. 　　A flash of anger crossed her face, the Heartbreak Flower vanished in a flash, and her hand reached for the Hehuan Bell at her waist. 　　Xiao Yicai frowned, becoming wary. This young woman possessed a cultivation level far exceeding his expectations. He had used ninety percent of his power in his attack, yet only managed a minor defeat. Judging from her appearance, she seemed possess an even stronger magical treasure. But what he feared most was still the man silently standing in the shadows—truly unfathomable, the real threat. 　　A clear, tinkling bell rang out, sounding utterly out of place in the murderous atmosphere of the cave. Biyao stood lightly in mid-air, her hands gently gesturing, and a small golden bell floated slowly before her , ringing crisply. 　　"Ting-ting," "ting-ting," "ting-ting..." 　　Xiao Yicai suddenly jolted, realizing he had been lost in thought, almost forgetting he was on the verge of death. Had it not been for his unwavering Daoist resolve over the years, he would have lost his composure. This small bell seemed to possess a captivating power. 　　In that brief moment of hesitation, a dull ache filled his mind again, and he was greatly alarmed. No longer daring to listen, he roared, "Demon, die!" 　　His shout shook the walls, momentarily suppressing the ting, and the Seven Star Sword, like lightning, hurtled ! 　　Biyao's face paled slightly, and she seemed to be struggling as well. The Seven Star Sword shot towards them swiftly, but the sword didn't retreat . With a flick of its right jade finger, it sent the "Hehuan Bell" flying outwards, colliding with the Seven Star Sword in mid-air with a "clang. " 　　Xiao Yicai's body trembled, feeling the demonic sound piercing his ears and bones, coming from the Seven Star Sword . His entire body shook for a moment. 　　Suddenly, Xiao Yicai's expression calmed, and with a loud shout, the Seven Star Sword shone brightly again, launching a counterattack. Biyao, on the other hand , was extremely pale, her eyes somewhat vacant, as if she had suddenly lost her mind, seemingly powerless to resist, and about to die under the Seven Star Sword.

Knowing it was time to leave, Zhang Xiaofan jumped out and shouted, "Don't kill her! Stop!!!"

Before he finished speaking, a shadow swept through the air, a flash of purple light disappearing in an instant. With

a "bang," Xiao Yicai was sent flying back, crashing to the ground, blood immediately flowing from the

corner . The Seven Star Sword flew backward, embedding itself forcefully into the hard

rock wall with a "clang. "

Zhang Xiaofan rushed forward to pull him up, but Xiao Yicai hissed, "No, no, Junior Brother Zhang, that person... that person's

cultivation too high! You are no match for him!" He then looked towards Biyao.

In mid-air, a middle-aged man, his back to Zhang Xiaofan and the others, helped Biyao land,

calmly saying, "Yao'er, this Hehuan Bell is a divine artifact left behind by Lady Jinling. Your cultivation is insufficient; using it recklessly

could easily backfire. Do not use it lightly in the future!"

Biyao's complexion gradually returned to normal, and she whispered, "Yes, Father." Xiao Yicai was stunned,

staring at the man's back, and said in a deep voice, "Could you be the Ghost King, one of the four great sect leaders of the Demonic Sect?"

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, turned around, and Zhang Xiaofan saw his face clearly. He had delicate eyebrows and a square face,

with refined features, quite different from the fierce and brutish members of the Demonic Sect he had just encountered. It was none other than Wanrenwang,

whom .

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the Ghost King and smiled, "I didn't expect to meet you again so soon, Mr. Ghost King."

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