The Nine-Bend Yellow River Array by Shattered Star Cliff collapsed with a roar. Lu Qingyang, stepping on a bronze compass the size of a door panel, shot out from the array's core, his qiankun bag continuously spitting out the waistbands of various sects' Disciples.
He had a Guanghan Palace ice soul earring on his left ear, a Hehuan Sect seven-tailed fox fur draped over his right shoulder, and a jade pendant clinking at his waist clearly engraved with the private Seal of a Tianji Pavilion Elder.
"Thief Lu, stop!" Along with an angry shout, seven sword lights, like lightning, struck down from the clouds, their Aura magnificent and unstoppable. However, just as these sword lights were about to touch within three feet of Lu Qingyang, something strange suddenly happened—they seemed to be pulled by some powerful force, bizarrely bending into the shape of a gold ingot!
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang's mouth curved slightly upward, revealing a sly smile. He flicked his hand, and three copper coins stained with rouge shot out like meteors. These three copper coins looked ordinary, but in reality, they held a hidden secret, because from their holes, three wine arrows, condensed from Yaochi Immortal Brew, shot out!
"Fairy Leng, this 'Immortal Beyond the Heavens' move is truly amazing, but well, it's worth three jars of drunken immortal brew! Remember to put it on Guanghan Palace's tab!" Lu Qingyang said with a grin, as if he didn't take Leng Yuehan's attack seriously at all.
Just then, the crystal coffin in Leng Yuehan's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, then crushed towards Lu Qingyang with the force of a thunderbolt. Wherever the crystal coffin passed, half a cliff was crushed, its terrifying power astounding.
A blood-red butterfly was entwined around Leng Yuehan's fingertip, and with her soft shout, the blood butterfly seemed to come alive, quickly transforming into a blood-colored chain, lunging straight at Lu Qingyang like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.
Facing this fierce attack, Lu Qingyang remained unusually calm and composed, as if everything was within his expectations. He merely let his mouth curve slightly upward, revealing a faint smile, then suddenly reached out and tore open his robe, revealing a tattoo on his chest.
It was an exquisitely detailed "Guanghan Palace Map"! This map was drawn with great precision, with every plant and tree in Guanghan Palace depicted lifelike, as if placing one in the Moon Palace. Even more surprisingly, in a certain side hall of this map, a line of small text was specially marked: "Jiazi Year, Fifteenth Day of the Eighth Month, Fairy Leng's Bathing Spot."
Just as everyone was exclaiming in admiration, the ice crystal chain sped towards him like lightning, carrying a sharp Aura, aiming directly for Lu Qingyang's chest. However, when it touched the tattoo on Lu Qingyang's chest, a miracle occurred—the originally incredibly hard ice crystal chain instantly seemed to be swallowed by a powerful force, actually evaporating into a cloud of mist!
This cloud of mist, illuminated by the morning sun, presented a strange sight. It seemed to be composed of countless tiny ice crystals, scattering colorful light under the refraction of the sun, like a beautiful rainbow bridge spanning across Lu Qingyang's chest.
"I've sewn three pairs of underpants!" Someone couldn't help but exclaim, clearly stunned by the sudden turn of events.
Yin Jiuyou's burial sky coffin rose from the depths of the earth veins, and a hundred thousand corpse beetles formed a Soul Devouring Grand Array. Lu Qingyang stepped on the coffin lid and leaped into the clouds, pulling out a tablet engraved with "Yin Clan Ancestral Temple" as a shield: "When I visited your respected father last month, he said that you, this unfilial son, haven't offered half a catty of cinnabar in three hundred years."
The swarm of corpse beetles, sensing the Bloodline Aura, turned and gnawed holes in Yin Jiuyou's profound black robe.
At the intersection of three killing intents, Lu Qingyang suddenly unfurled a "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" painting. He tore off half of Han Xiangzi's jade flute from the painting, put it to his lips, and played a segment of "Phoenix Seeking Mate," the sound waves actually drawing Su Meiniang's natal Fox Fire towards Leng Yuehan's crystal coffin. The two extremely cold and extremely hot Qi collided, and the exploding Spiritual Qi condensed into a sky full of copper coin rain.
"First come, first served!" Lu Qingyang, stepping on the bronze compass, moved through the rain curtain, and seventy-two qiankun bags flew out from his sleeves, collecting the coin rain. He casually tossed the filled bags to the surrounding Cultivators: "This is Fairy Leng's dowry, this is Su Jiejie's betrothal gift, this is old Yin's family's coffin money..." Before he finished speaking, three bags suddenly swelled and burst open, the copper coins spewing out transforming into Puppet body doubles, entangling the three powerful enemies.
The phantom of the First Sword Master appeared above the Chaos Sea, his bronze giant sword cutting through three thousand clouds. Lu Qingyang untied the wine gourd from his waist and poured, the wine liquid condensing in the air into four large, elegantly written characters: "Debts must be paid."
The sword light striking the characters actually produced a metallic clashing sound, and the 反震 force even knocked the Sword Master's phantom's crown askew by three points.
"The ten jars you owed at Drunken Immortal Pavilion three hundred years ago..." "Silence!" The Sword Master's phantom waved his sleeve, shattering the wine characters, but Lu Qingyang took the opportunity to snatch the jade pendant from his waist with a peach wood sword. Lu Qingyang shook his spoils and laughed: "This Dragon-patterned pendant is just right for the interest, and for the principal, I'll charge you nine out of thirteen!"
A deep and majestic Dragon roar suddenly came from the bottom of Shattered Star Cliff, as if the entire valley trembled because of it. Immediately after, a dazzling light shot up from the bottom of the cliff—it was Ao Lie's Dragon bone! The Dragon bone, originally Sealed at the bottom of the cliff, had now broken free from its restraints and rushed into the sky at an astonishing speed.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang unhesitatingly stepped onto the compass, leaping onto the Dragon head like a bird. He stood on the Dragon head, his posture tall, his clothes fluttering, like an Immortal descending to the world. His fingertips sparkled with true fire, like fire spirits, gently landing on the remnant soul at the Dragon horn.
"Brother Ao, don't be stingy, just lend me your skeleton to set up a stall for three days, I'll definitely return it after three days!" Lu Qingyang said with a smile, addressing the Dragon bone.
However, the Dragon bone didn't seem to buy it; it fiercely spewed out a stream of Netherflame, like an enraged giant Dragon, aggressively pouncing towards Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang, however, was in no hurry. He skillfully guided the Netherflame, directing it towards the pursuers who were relentlessly chasing him. The Netherflame, like a red lightning bolt, instantly struck Leng Yuehan's crystal coffin lid. In an instant, black smoke rose from the coffin lid, and the originally crystal-clear coffin lid was actually scorched.
At the same time, Su Meiniang also made her move. Her fox tail, like flames, whipped up monstrous karmic fire, sweeping towards Lu Qingyang overwhelmingly. The karmic fire burned fiercely, as if it would burn everything to ashes.
Facing such fierce karmic fire, Lu Qingyang unhurriedly pulled out a fragment of the Kunlun Mirror from his embrace. He pointed the fragment at Su Meiniang, and with a flash of mirror light, it actually reflected Su Meiniang's disheveled appearance from her Undergoing Tribulation five hundred years ago.
Seeing this, Su Meiniang's face changed drastically, her karmic fire suddenly went out of control, backfiring on herself. The karmic fire, like a wild horse unbridled, instantly burned a hole through Yin Jiuyou's burial sky coffin.
Lu Qingyang took the opportunity to stuff the broken mirror into his embrace, then said with a grin to Su Meiniang: "I should have known Su Jiejie was so shy, this treasure should be worth three of your tail hairs, right?"
In his fury, Yin Jiuyou unhesitatingly sacrificed his natal Corpse Core. This Corpse Core was the crystallization of his many years of Cultivation, incredibly powerful, and once unleashed, it was bound to cause immense destruction.
However, just as the Corpse Core was about to fly out, Lu Qingyang suddenly threw out a sachet belonging to an Insect Master Valley Saintess. This sachet carried a trace of the Gu of love, and the Corpse Core happened to be extremely sensitive to this Aura.
After coming into contact with the Gu of love Aura on the sachet, the Corpse Core seemed to be enchanted, instantly transforming into a beautiful pink butterfly, then flying directly towards Yin Jiuyou's face.
Yin Jiuyou had not anticipated such a situation; he was startled by this sudden change and quickly reached out to grab the pink butterfly. But the pink butterfly was extremely fast, and he couldn't catch it at all, only watching helplessly as it flew towards his face.
Just as Yin Jiuyou was in a panic, Lu Qingyang took the opportunity to step on the rainbow bridge formed by the Dragon bones, darting towards the horizon like lightning. As he fled, he didn't forget to tease Yin Jiuyou: "Old Yin, your Corpse Core is even more fragrant than Hehuan Sect's rouge! If you have time someday, you must teach me this refining method!"
Yin Jiuyou, hearing Lu Qingyang's words, was so enraged that smoke came out of his seven orifices. He let out three earth-shattering roars, which shook down a hundred miles of clouds, as if the entire world trembled because of it.
However, by this time, Lu Qingyang had already ridden the Dragon bones, like a gust of wind, into the mists of the East Sea. He hummed out-of-tune melodies, his mood seemingly exceptionally joyful.
During his escape, Lu Qingyang also didn't forget to casually steal various sects' tokens along the way, stringing them into wind chimes and hanging them on the Dragon horns. When he tied on the last item, a Guanghan Palace bellyband, a soft chuckle suddenly came from deep within the mist.
"Young Master Lu has such elegant taste, why not hang my Jiao 綃 gauze dress as well?" The voice was clear and pleasant, like a heavenly melody, but it also revealed a hint of playfulness.