The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Yang Yan finally saw clearly the cultivator within the stream of light, with a face appearing to be in his fifties, at the initial stage of Divinity Transformation.

His complexion was dark purple, his breath was chaotic, and from his wounds, black blood was flowing.

Clearly, he was poisoned, causing his spiritual power to be disturbed, making even flying difficult.

Yang Yan was somewhat astonished.

The person pursuing that Divinity Transformation cultivator was a young cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm.

He had a face like jade, dressed in white, with a jade belt at his waist emitting pure spiritual power fluctuations.

Yet, this seemingly flawless noble son of the vulgar world had a hint of evil on his face, a blood-thirsty gleam in his eyes.

In the young man’s hand was a gourd, from which toxic light purple smoke wafted intermittently.

While leisurely chasing, he urged the gourd to unleash large amounts of poisonous smoke.

Upon appearing, the smoke automatically condensed into threads, burrowing into the wounds of the cultivator ahead.

"Master, run faster! Your disciple really wants to see how long you can withstand this poison capable of killing Divinity Transformation cultivators. Hahahaha—"

The young man laughed unrestrainedly, continuing to urge the gourd to release the poisonous smoke.

His master was deeply poisoned, having forcibly struck out with a palm just now; the poison attacked his heart, slowing him down further.

The young man, sensing his master was at his last gasp, taunted in a frivolous tone:

"Master, oh master, your cultivation is so high that I wouldn’t dare to strike you. But your disciple, by fortune, acquired this treasure, which happens to be your nemesis. Now, hehe... you shouldn’t be able to escape, right?"

The old man ahead clenched his teeth, saying nothing, dragging his weakened body, continuing to fly ahead.

"Master, you might as well hand over the item that holds the clue to leaving the Vast Sea to your disciple! You’re already so old, you should just settle down in this cage and retire peacefully. Let your disciple explore the vast, glorious world outside for you!"

The young man spoke mockingly as he watched the weakened old man.

Meanwhile, his speed remained unchanged, quickly closing the gap between them.

Yang Yan heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face.

It was like seeking hard and finding nothing, only to gain effortlessly without trying.

Who would have thought that by chance, he would overhear the existence of such a thing?

Given the situation in front of him, there’s no reason not to intervene.

Yang Yan leaned slightly, transformed into a shadow, cautiously piercing through the fog, silently following the two.

Though he knew well that despite the old man being heavily injured with little time left, the Divinity Transformation strength was still present, surely aware of his pursuit.

However, that cruel-hearted disciple, Yang Yan wasn’t concerned about at all.

This fellow was extremely confident, though the gourd in his hand targeted his master, a veil of poisonous smoke also surrounded him.

This was not an issue for Yang Yan, having inherited all of Zhao Heng’s medical skills and possessing the Flawless Divine Body himself, such toxin was naturally something he did not fear.

When the old man ahead heard the young man’s words, for a moment, his blood qi surged, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Lin Ya, you beast! Had I not seen your plight, how would I, as an old man, have taken you as my disciple back then?! And now, you commit such unpardonable actions to murder your master for clues to leave this place. Do you still have any conscience?"

Lin Ya snorted coldly and once again urged the gourd in his hand, enveloping the old man entirely in more intense poisonous smoke.

The old man’s body trembled, spitting out another mouthful of poisonous blood, his body immediately weakened, plummeting from the air, crashing into a desolate island.

Lin Ya contemptuously looked at the old man but did not approach immediately. Instead, he remained suspended in the air, urging the gourd to release more dense smoke, continually enveloping the old man.

In an instant, the old man appeared wrapped in a giant purple cocoon.

Accompanied by an agonizing sound, the old man’s body was gradually corroded, eventually turning into a pool of pus and blood.

But he did not move yet.

Only when the old man’s Primordial Spirit was gradually corroded by the surrounding thick fog, he landed on the ground, disgustingly picking up the storage treasure on the ground, carefully cleaning it, and cautiously storing it away.

As he was feeling triumphant, about to leave, his face suddenly changed, he stopped abruptly.

His eyes locked hard on a black shadow within the fog ahead, cold sweat flowing uncontrollably.

He was always extremely cautious and meticulous in his actions, even while hunting his master, knowing that victory was assured, he’d spread his spiritual sense, meticulously searching the surroundings, ensuring there was no one else nearby.

Moreover, the Ten Thousand Poison Purple Gold Gourd in his hand inherently carried a potent toxin, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.

But now, the opponent appeared silently, seemingly having a way to avoid the poison; how could this not terrify him?

If the opponent’s cultivation surpasses his own perhaps, but to not fear his Ten Thousand Poison Purple Gold Gourd, Lin Ya immediately donned a servile face.

He hurriedly bowed, changed his sinister expression to one of sincerity, respectfully saying: "Junior is Lin Ya, disciple of the Spirit Illusion Sect, paying respects to Senior! May I ask your intent in stopping me? Should you have any command, junior shall strive to fulfill it."

Yang Yan slowly emerged from the fog, coldly glancing at Lin Ya.

Lin Ya’s original respectful expression faltered under Yang Yan’s gaze, feeling a panic, having the illusion of being completely seen through.

He never experienced this feeling before even in front of his master, only once during a visit to the sect’s Supreme Elder, which still sent chills down his spine recalling it.

Yet, the Supreme Elder was at the late Divinity Transformation stage!

This person before him, seemingly the same age, actually possessed such terrifying strength?

It’s truly unbelievable.

Yang Yan coldly said: "Hand over the item holding the clues to leave here, I can spare your life."

Lin Ya saw Yang Yan’s expressionless face, evidently there for that treasure, his heart suddenly panicked.

He guessed the other must have witnessed his murder and robbery of his master, fearing today won’t end well.

Seeing Yang Yan’s cold eyes, he felt as though he was amidst a sea of blood and corpses, buried by the massacres, any shred of luck in his heart vanished instantly.

Lin Ya gritted his teeth hard, quickly taking out the item holding clues from his master’s storage treasure.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, on another island within the fog, Yang Yan was carefully searching.

What Yang Yan obtained from Lin Ya was a part of a map leading to the depths of the fog, found just at this place.

Based on the information searched within Lin Ya’s soul, the map was left by the Celestial Wolf Great Monarch, the most likely cultivator to have left in the last ten thousand years.