Hearing Wu Shuyi's words, Ye Ling suddenly felt something was amiss and quickly asked, "Is the Xiwangmu Divine Stone with you?"
"Xiwangmu Divine Stone?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Wu Shuyi's eyes. "What are you referring to, sir? Why have I never heard of it?"
Ye Ling then asked, "Where did you get the evil scripture that the townsfolk of Fulong Town cultivate?"
As Ye Ling finished speaking, Wu Shuyi's face immediately showed anger, and he said sternly, "Although I do not claim to be of the righteous path, I have never engaged in underhanded dealings. What is this so-called evil scripture you speak of?"
"This is bad..."
Seeing Wu Shuyi's reaction, Ye Ling couldn't help but slap his thigh. He hadn't expected such an unforeseen turn of events!
Judging by the reaction of this half-step Red Dust Immortal, Wu Shuyi, he had merely passed by this place, stumbled upon the heavily injured black dragon, and then intended to kill the dragon for its treasures, which was why he attacked the black dragon.
Wu Shuyi had no connection whatsoever with this black dragon or Fulong Town!
Yet now, the black dragon was heavily injured because of Wu Shuyi, and its young's soul had been captured by him and was about to be refined.
The swordsman who was supposed to act hadn't even made a move yet, and now everything had been preempted by this suddenly appearing half-step Red Dust Immortal. The plan was completely disrupted, and Ye Ling was unsure if the mastermind behind all this would reappear.
Wu Shuyi, seeing Ye Ling ask a series of strange questions and then ignore him again, was utterly enraged, feeling greatly insulted.
He glared at Ye Ling and said, "Sir, you are far too arrogant. Not only have you stolen my prey, but you also do not take me seriously..."
"Do you truly think Wu is easy to bully?"
Zheng!!!
As Wu Shuyi finished speaking, several flying swords materialized behind him, aiming directly at Ye Ling, all exuding a formidable aura.
Ye Ling was not surprised by Wu Shuyi's fury.
After all, in Wu Shuyi's eyes, encountering a heavily injured dragon with greatly diminished cultivation was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Now, not only had his prize been snatched away, but he had also been mistaken for an evil cultivator and asked a series of bizarre questions.
Anyone would have reacted explosively.
However, Ye Ling was not in the mood to entertain Wu Shuyi at the moment.
Due to Wu Shuyi's interference, all the arrangements in Fulong Town had changed.
Everything was developing in an uncontrollable direction, and whether the swordsman behind the scenes would even show up was now an unknown.
Furthermore, the black dragon cub's soul, trapped in Wu Shuyi's gourd, wouldn't last much longer...
Ye Ling looked at Wu Shuyi and said, "I'm not in a good mood. Release the cub you have trapped in your gourd."
"This is my prey. Why should I release it just because you say so?"
Wu Shuyi's eyes were wide with anger, thoroughly infuriated by Ye Ling. He began to command the flying swords around him, launching them fiercely at Ye Ling.
Although he lived a life of caution, he still possessed the pride of a strong cultivator. Now, feeling so insulted by Ye Ling, how could he endure it any longer?
Several flying swords sliced through the air, carrying an unstoppable might, and lunged towards Ye Ling.
"It seems I need to teach you a lesson to make you see reality."
Seeing the flying swords approach, a shadow flashed in Ye Ling's eyes. A large amount of demonic energy surged from him, transforming into a ferocious beast that instantly devoured Wu Shuyi's flying swords!
"What kind of divine ability is this?"
Seeing the beast formed by Ye Ling's demonic energy swallow his flying swords, Wu Shuyi's expression changed drastically. Before he could react to Ye Ling's move, Ye Ling had already vanished from his original spot, leaving no trace.
"Where did he go?"
Unable to sense Ye Ling's presence, Wu Shuyi looked around, the sense of crisis growing stronger!
"I am here."
At that moment, Ye Ling's voice sounded from behind him, causing him to tremble. He quickly turned around, only to see Ye Ling standing behind him with a smile, holding his gourd in his hand.
"My Yang Jin Gourd!"
Wu Shuyi exclaimed and quickly reached out to snatch it from Ye Ling, but only grasped air. Ye Ling had, at some unknown time, returned to the rooftop.
Such speed!
Wu Shuyi turned to look at Ye Ling again, his heart churning with immense shock and terror!
In terms of speed alone, Ye Ling far surpassed him. Coupled with the unfathomable black energy Ye Ling had used earlier...
Wu Shuyi swallowed nervously, a fine sheen of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
The brief exchange had made him realize the vast gap in strength between him and Ye Ling.
If the two of them were to engage in a life-or-death battle, he would likely have lost his head by now!
"Who exactly are you?" Wu Shuyi asked in a deep voice, filled with apprehension.
"Ye Ling."
Ye Ling chuckled and directly crushed the gourd in his hand, releasing the black dragon's soul within.
"You!!!"
Watching his Yang Jin Gourd being destroyed by Ye Ling with his own eyes, Wu Shuyi felt his heart bleeding.
That gourd had been his magical artifact since he was a seventh-rank cultivator, accompanying him for two hundred years. He had nurtured it with his own vital blood, and it had become his life-bound artifact. Now, his two hundred years of effort, an artifact capable of devouring all things, was so casually crushed by Ye Ling...
"Pfft!"
Wu Shuyi, in his agitation, felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura becoming extremely chaotic.
He had nearly fallen into a qi deviation!
Ye Ling, however, paid no mind to Wu Shuyi, who was spitting blood in anger. He guided out the black dragon cub's soul from the gourd.
The black dragon cub's soul was only palm-sized, and its soul had already been partially refined by the Yang Jin Gourd. It was now on the verge of dissipating.
The black dragon cub lay weakly in Ye Ling's palm, its body becoming increasingly ethereal. Ye Ling could barely feel its presence.
"This is?"
Seeing the state of the black dragon cub's soul, Ye Ling frowned slightly. He enveloped its entire body with gentle spiritual energy, nurturing its soul.
He wasn't surprised that the black dragon cub was on the verge of destruction. What surprised him was that, like Xu Shuya, this black dragon cub's soul had also been excluded from the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Even if the black dragon allowed its daughter to live as a fierce beast, it would still suffer heavenly punishment and ultimately be reduced to ashes.
"Looking at the cub's soul, it seems to have been artificially transformed into an Yin Embryo, excluded from the Six Paths..."
"Why would that person do this?"
Ye Ling pondered the black dragon cub's soul when he suddenly felt a wave of heat emanating from directly in front of him.
He looked up and saw Wu Shuyi with a darkened face. Nearly ten thousand flying swords had materialized around him, all spewing scorching flames!
The extremely high-temperature heatwave struck Fulong Town, causing the entire town to begin melting.
It was as if a sun composed entirely of swords had descended upon the earth!
"My Yang Jin Gourd..."
"My Black Dragon Gall..."
Wu Shuyi muttered in a deep voice, flames swirling around him. His pupils had vanished, replaced by a blood-red hue.
"I will kill you!!!"