"Only the Song family's dragon vein, I don't know how it is exactly. If it can be activated, would the Secluded Land's spiritual power be abundant?"
"Youming, what do you think? How is that dragon vein really?"
Elder Wulan looked at Song Wanníng with a puzzled expression.
Only the Patriarch and Feng Youming had seen the dragon vein, so naturally, only they knew the true situation.
Song Wanníng raised her eyelids slightly and answered, "It should be more than enough."
That was an entire top-tier dragon vein…
Its power was extraordinary.
"Hiss! If that's true, we really need to prepare well."
Everyone's eyes brightened. Of all the cultivators, it was the Divine Transformation cultivators who wanted to go out the most.
As long as they went out and cultivated well, ascension would be just around the corner.
Elder Wulan's eyes gleamed sharply, a cold smile playing at his lips.
"Possessing such treasure is a sin. The Song family sitting on such wealth without knowing it deserves to be wiped out! In my opinion, just kill them all. Why bother with any tricks or delays?"
His words were full of contempt and disdain.
The Song family had only a few Divine Transformation cultivators, easy to handle at will.
"That's not it. Patriarch isn't afraid of the Song family, but of other cultivators outside. You're too impulsive. Trust the Patriarch's judgment!"
"If the Song family cooperates and gives up their land, fine. If not, the entire clan will be exterminated!"
"Hahaha, our ascension is within sight!"
The group seemed to see the path to ascension spread before them. Their hearts surged with ambition as if ready to break through the heavens.
Song Wanníng listened silently, clenching her fingers.
Her cold gaze swept across the group, storing the ugliness of their faces deep in her heart. Her murderous intent burned fiercely.
Though survival of the fittest was normal in cultivation, these people casually talked about annihilating clans and slaughtering. Did they not fear karmic retribution?
...
After parting ways with the elders, Song Wanníng's mood was still terrible. She rushed full speed toward the cave.
Everyone else spread out to search for Peng Yu's trace, but she chose to search the Feng family instead, reasoning the most dangerous place was often the safest.
Just now, when she opened the communication talisman and heard Bai Yang's urgent voice, her worry grew even worse.
Bai Yang must not be exposed. Now was not his time to appear.
While she rushed at full speed, Bai Yang's situation inside the cave grew more difficult.
The cave had only one exit. There was nowhere for him to run.
Watching Peng Yu break through the first formation disk, his heart sank to the bottom. If this continued, his master would not arrive in time. He would be finished first. He stood deep inside the cave entrance, able only to prepare for battle.
Time passed bit by bit until Peng Yu finally reached the last step. She wiped sweat from her forehead, her face pale. Though she had some skill in formations, unlocking so many formation disks took effort.
"That damned Feng Youming. Just a broken cave. Was it really necessary to place so many formation disks here? Or was there some treasure inside?"
Peng Yu narrowed her eyes, a glimmer of darkness flashing in them. If there really was treasure, then her effort would not be in vain. She looked at the formation before her, took out two spirit stones, and placed them in the corresponding spots.
For a moment, the formation shimmered like light, then gently rippled before settling again.
"It worked!"
Outside the cave, Peng Yu's eyes lit up. But inside, Bai Yang's heart turned cold. This was dangerous.
Where was master? Why had he not arrived yet?
Anxiety burned in his heart, his pulse rising to his throat.
Suddenly, Peng Yu's face turned serious outside the cave. She stepped inside swiftly.
Bai Yang retreated quickly, putting as much distance as possible between them.
They stood at opposite ends, both wearing ugly expressions.
"Who are you? Why are you here? What is your relationship with Feng Youming?"
She fired three questions in quick succession. Her heart darkened. She had thought she had found a refuge, but it was actually walking straight into danger. Her divine sense scanned outward swiftly, sinking deeper with each moment.
Was Feng Youming and the Feng family already on their way?
The more she thought about it, the harder it was to suppress the killing intent in her heart. She raised her hand and grabbed Bai Yang. She squeezed Bai Yang's neck tightly.
"You—let me go! I don't know Feng Youming."
Bai Yang's face turned purple with lack of breath, his body suppressed by her overwhelming aura, unable to fight back.
"Really, I'm not lying. I don't know Feng Youming."
His words made Peng Yu's grip pause. Doubt flickered in her eyes.
"Is that so? You don't know Feng Youming? Then why are you here?"
Her hand loosened just a bit, allowing Bai Yang to answer properly.
"Yes. I was just passing by, wanted to rest for a moment, so I set up a few formation disks. I didn't expect to cause any misunderstanding. Can you let me go now, senior?"
Fear flashed in Bai Yang's eyes. He looked small and cowering, but inside he was plotting his escape.
Peng Yu frowned then sneered, staring at Bai Yang's face. A mocking smile lifted the corner of her mouth.
"You think your little tricks can fool me? Tch, ridiculous. No matter who you are, you're dead to me."
Malice flickered across her eyes. She raised her other hand and struck Bai Yang. If her palm landed, Bai Yang's head would explode instantly.
"Let go of me!"
Bai Yang's face changed drastically. He did not expect Peng Yu to attack without warning. He shouted in terror, but could not break her grip to fight back. He could only watch as her palm descended.
At that moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of his master.
The palm struck down.
Boom!
A bolt of heavenly thunder crashed down, smashing Peng Yu hard.
The terrifying pressure swept over her, completely engulfing her.
Bai Yang was also affected and instantly lost consciousness, but upon closer look, not a single burn mark was on him.
...
The thunder cleared and Peng Yu appeared again.
Her expression was shocked. She was charred black, her long black hair burned to ashes, leaving her bald. She was stunned for a few seconds, then her heart pounded wildly. She turned toward the fallen man.
Was that thunder for him?
Who exactly was this man?
Her mind raced. Her divine sense quickly swept over Bai Yang. Suddenly, her eyes brightened.
She was stunned for two seconds, then lunged at Bai Yang, holding him and looking him over again and again in disbelief.
After checking repeatedly, tears welled up in her eyes. She laughed wildly like a madwoman.
"Hahaha, Heaven helps me! Truly, Heaven helps me!"
With a crazed expression, she grabbed Bai Yang and swiftly flew away.
Finally, after searching far and wide, the treasure was found without any effort!