Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 745 - 649: Rising Talents Unveiled

By taking this job, they had already offended the Fire Cloud Sect.

Once they received the Spirit Stones, they would flee far away and leave this place.

Now that the contact had failed to show up, their plan was disrupted.

"Although the Fire Cloud Sect has declined, there is still a Late-stage True Pill True Master in the Sect and more than twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators. We can’t afford to provoke them."

Old Mo pondered for a moment and said, "Since the contact isn’t here, we can’t keep waiting. We’ll take him and leave this place first."

"That’s the only way."

At his words, Liu Yiyi sighed softly as she spoke.

Old Mo no longer hesitated. He personally moved and stuffed Yang Yunfan, who was lying on the ground, back into the hidden compartment of the carriage.

"Yiyi, get into the carriage and keep an eye on him. I’ll drive. Fang Yuan, you guard the rear. If anything happens, sound the alarm immediately."

"Alright."

A response from Fang Yuan came from the shadows beneath the ancient tree.

On the other side of the ruined temple.

Atop a towering ancient tree.

Yang Huofeng, who was Concealing Breath and Invisible, stared coldly down from afar.

Shen Xuan transmitted the trio’s conversation to her through Divine Soul voice.

"They’re about to leave."

"The contact is on another ancient tree a thousand zhang to the east."

"That person is skilled at hiding his tracks. He’s lurking there and won’t show himself."

"You don’t need to worry about him; I have my own arrangements. Now, go down there, kill those three, and rescue your father."

In the final sentence, Shen Xuan emphasized solemnly.

"Yang Huofeng, listen carefully. No matter what happens, I will not intervene. You can only rely on yourself."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

After leaving the Cave Mansion, she had kept her master’s orders firmly in mind and addressed him only as "Senior Brother."

Seeing Old Mo below raise his whip, the carriage about to move, a shard of icy light flashed through Yang Huofeng’s eyes.

"Clang!"

A clear, ringing sword cry split the night sky.

Yang Huofeng’s Spiritual Power erupted with a轰然 boom. Her figure turned into a blazing, flame-like crimson streak, diving down from the crown of the tree a thousand zhang high, her target aimed straight at the carriage that had just started moving.

"Enemy attack!"

At the instant the Sword Light flared, Fang Yuan, who was responsible for the rear guard, barked a stern warning.

He had been on guard in secret and reacted the fastest.

Old Mo, who was just about to crack his whip, and Liu Yiyi, who had just stepped into the carriage, both had their faces change drastically as they whirled around.

The crimson streak of light was already upon them.

Within the Sword Light was reflected Yang Huofeng’s charming face filled with killing intent and her eyes, icy and bone-piercing cold.

The killing field erupted in an instant.

In a flash of lightning and spark of flint, a sudden change erupted.

"Die!"

A furious shout exploded from behind her.

It was Fang Yuan, the one guarding the rear.

Seeing Yang Huofeng charging straight for the carriage, he summoned his Lifebound Flying Sword, turning it into a ghastly pale streak of light that, with a shrill whistle, thrust straight at Yang Huofeng’s back.

This sword strike was extremely fast, the angle vicious.

Yang Huo dashed forward, but her Divine Sense had long since spread out, enveloping the dozens of zhang around her.

Sensing Fang Yuan’s sneak attack, Yang Huofeng did not even look back. She let out an angry shout: "Swift!"

The Flying Phoenix Sword let out a clear phoenix cry. The crimson Fire Cloud Origin Flame on the blade suddenly surged up to meet that ghastly pale Sword Light.

"Clang!"

The two swords collided, erupting in a piercing clash of metal.

The moment the ghastly pale Flying Sword came into contact with the Fire Cloud Origin Flame, the Spiritual Light on its blade dimmed in an instant and it let out a mournful wail.

The Fire Cloud Origin Flame attached to the Flying Phoenix Sword climbed up along it, wildly burning the Flying Sword’s body.

"Pu!"

With his Lifebound Flying Sword wounded and the connection of their qi dragged along, Fang Yuan felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, his aura instantly withering.

His eyes were filled with sheer horror.

His Flying Sword’s full-force strike couldn’t even last a single exchange.

Old Mo actually did not hesitate in the slightest. He snapped the reins, driving the carriage madly forward.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the life or death of his companion Fang Yuan.

Yang Huofeng’s gaze grew even colder, her killing intent even stronger.

She activated a high-grade Fire Dragon Spirit Talisman, turning it into a crimson Fire Dragon that roared and soared, carrying a terrifying heat that could incinerate all under heaven as it locked onto the heavily wounded Fang Yuan and lunged at him.

Yang Huofeng did not look back to see the outcome of the Fire Spirit Talisman’s attack. Like a shadow, she chased after the wildly galloping carriage.

"Stop her!"

Old Mo roared hoarsely.

Inside the carriage, Liu Yiyi leaned out, let out a sharp shout, and waved the pink silk scarf in her hand.

Immediately, a sweet, enticing, multicolored fragrant mist spread out, shrouding toward Yang Huofeng.

This was her famous Magical Treasure, the Enchanting Immortal Veil, with which she had once ensnared quite a number of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

However, to her surprise, this soul-bewitching fragrance had no effect whatsoever on Yang Huofeng.

She cultivated the "Fire Cloud Origin Flame Art"; her Divine Soul had been tempered by Origin Flame, restraining this kind of bewitching demonic art.

As the fragrant mist approached her body, it was burned by the Fire Cloud Origin Flame naturally circulating around her, sizzling as it turned into nothingness.

"What?"

Liu Yiyi’s delicate face lost all color, her eyes filled with terror.

In the instant she lost focus, Yang Huofeng had already flown up to her.

The Flying Phoenix Sword in her hand flared with crimson flames.

A scorching crimson Sword Qi shot forth.

That Sword Qi streaked past, so fast it was beyond belief.

Liu Yiyi only felt a chill at her neck, and then her field of vision tilted and rolled sideways in a bizarre way.

The last thing she saw was her own headless body gushing blood.

"Thud!"

Liu Yiyi’s head rolled into the dust, her fragrant life snuffed out.

Catching this scene out of the corner of his eye, Old Mo was so frightened his soul nearly flew out of his body, his very guts split in terror.

This Yang Huofeng’s strength far exceeded his estimation.

She had instantly slain a same-realm Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Old Mo frantically urged the carriage on while turning his Spiritual Power into a giant hand reaching toward the hidden compartment of the carriage, attempting to seize Yang Yunfan as a hostage. He shouted harshly, "Stop! Your father is still in my hands."

He had just uttered the word "hands."

A brilliant crimson Sword Qi, dazzling with radiance, shot forth like a falling star.

Old Mo instinctively leapt forward to dodge.

"Boom!"

The entire carriage was cleaved cleanly in two.

Amidst the flying splinters of wood, Yang Yunfan’s colorless face in the hidden compartment was revealed.

Old Mo turned and fled.

He crushed a Tier Two light-body talisman in his hand as well.

However, at this moment, with no worries holding her back, Yang Feifeng became even more ferocious.