The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Yang Yan originally planned to go deep into the Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs to search for high-grade spiritual medicine, but now with a pill that enhances physical strength and spiritual power affinity, he certainly couldn’t miss it.

It seems that this woman had already seen through his situation and indeed put in a lot of thought.

No matter if today’s events were by chance or intentional, Yang Yan decided to accept it all.

Such pills are something one could only hope to encounter.

"Stand back," Yang Yan said in a deep voice.

He never intended to gain any benefit from her, and since she had proactively set conditions, he had even more reason to kill those in front of him.

Jian Mingyin, hearing this, swiftly retreated behind Yang Yan.

Yang Yan did not hesitate, immediately swinging out a punch.

Boom!

The ugly youth in the lead reacted quickly, dodging to the right. Despite losing an ear, he successfully avoided Yang Yan’s lethal strike.

However, a few people behind him were not so lucky.

One person had his head blasted apart by the violent fist force, sent flying out.

The one stuck to him was hit by the explosive skull fragments, although his life was saved, the injuries were severe, losing at least half his combat ability.

Everyone was stunned by Yang Yan’s domineering punch, but the sudden death of a comrade also stirred their violence.

Led by the ugly youth, the group each unleashed their skills, rapidly charging at Yang Yan.

Yang Yan’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk, suddenly standing motionless, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Yet just as the attacks were less than half an inch away from him, a sudden white glow shone, all attacks abruptly halted, unable to advance a millimeter.

Everyone glanced at each other in fear, as if all courage had been drained instantly.

Some even began retreating swiftly, just wanting to escape this place immediately.

Unfortunately, how could Yang Yan let them get what they wanted, turning one after another into blood mist, leaving no bones behind.

Before the opponents could react, Yang Yan closed in, heading straight for the ugly youth.

The man, worthy of being a late-stage Nascent Soul expert, dared not let his guard down in the slightest. While Yang Yan was slaughtering his companions, he immediately put up his defenses.

Yang Yan didn’t consider him an immediate target to eliminate. Seeing his defense up, he punched consecutively, shattering each of his surrounding companions.

In just a few breaths, over ten companions around the youth were all killed, leaving him alone securely protected within his defense.

Yang Yan approached step by step, and he shouted sternly with a lack of conviction, "What... what do you want!"

Yang Yan coldly laughed, "What do you think?"

The youth knew Yang Yan wouldn’t spare him, and the protective talisman he relied on was extremely limited in time.

In a few more moments, the barrier would surely shatter, and he would be doomed.

"Don’t kill me, I’ll give you everything!" the man begged.

"Killing you, I can still get everything I want."

Before Yang Yan finished speaking, the man had already turned to run, but after only a few steps, his terrified expression twisted, and with a boom, his head exploded, his body falling straight to the ground.

The protective talisman that supported the barrier shattered at the same time.

Yang Yan patted away imaginary dust from his body, then turned to Jian Mingyin with an increasingly cold expression.

Jian Mingyin felt cold sweat pouring down, quickly bowing and saying, "Senior Brother Yang, thank you for saving my life. I have nothing to repay you with; please... please accept this Flood Dragon Pill."

Yang Yan accepted the pill and turned to leave, seemingly unwilling to interact further.

Jian Mingyin quickly said, "Senior Brother, please wait, I can help you regain your lost spiritual power!"

Yang Yan’s body suddenly halted, staring intensely at Jian Mingyin, coldly asking, "Who exactly are you?"

Facing the terrifying pressure Yang Yan unleashed, equivalent to mid-stage Divinity Transformation, Jian Mingyin’s expression turned bitter, but she maintained composure and said calmly:

"Senior Brother Yang, don’t be impatient. I have been raised in a family of medicine from a young age and understand various injuries. I’ve seen your condition in ancient books and know how to heal it."

Yang Yan’s face remained cold, evidently waiting for her to continue.

Jian Mingyin bit her lip and continued, "Senior Brother Yang, you’ve come for the Ancient Pill Formula—Nine Tribulations Divine Pill, haven’t you? May I ask, what is your level in alchemy?"

Yang Yan replied coldly, "It’s not too bad. I can handle some basic pills."

Jian Mingyin sighed in relief, "Senior Brother Yang, do you know how rare pill formulas are, and how difficult it is to refine pills? I, though lacking, have a ninety percent certainty of crafting it."

When she said this, Jian Mingyin displayed a strong confidence.

Yang Yan coldly said, "If I’m not mistaken, you’re only mid-stage Nascent Soul, how could you refine the Nine Tribulations Divine Pill?"

"Moreover, once I obtain the pill formula, I’m sure there will be alchemists who can refine it for me. And since you know my secret, it’s better for you to become a dead person! Only dead people can keep secrets."

Yang Yan suddenly raised his hand as if ready to act, scaring Jian Mingyin into taking half a step back unconsciously.

Although her strength was not actually much inferior to the ugly youth earlier, the power Yang Yan displayed left her no courage to resist.

She gritted her teeth and quickly said, "I am willing to take a blood oath."

Saying this, Jian Mingyin resolutely took a blood oath.

Yang Yan had actually intended just to scare her but did not expect this woman to be so determined.

He lowered his fist and squinted at Jian Mingyin, solemnly saying, "I will protect you in the Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs, and you shall refine the medicine for me once I obtain the formula; thereafter, we will have no further association."

Jian Mingyin suddenly realized she seemed to have misunderstood, feeling a mix of shame and frustration.

But with the poisonous oath taken, unless Yang Yan spoke otherwise, there was no way to undo it.

Yang Yan smiled slightly, swiftly gathering the spoils on the ground, continuing to search for spiritual medicines with a sullen Jian Mingyin in tow.

Jian Mingyin quickly adjusted her emotions behind him.

It was truly because the murderous aura Yang Yan emitted earlier left her unable to gamble.

In that instant, she did not doubt Yang Yan could cruelly crush her into a cloud of blood.

But thinking of Yang Yan’s last smile, like a plan achieved, she couldn’t help but feel some resentment.

Meanwhile, in a mountain range within the Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs, the cultivator Fu Xingyun, who achieved second place in the Feather Spirit Sect’s spiritual medicine identification assessment, took out a bottle from his space ring, carefully cradling it in his hand.

Suddenly, he muttered venomously, "To think that I, Fu Xingyun, a prodigy of a generation, lost multiple times in the Feather Spirit Sect’s assessment, ranking second. How infuriating and annoying!"

"When I obtain the Nine Nether Firebird Egg from this place, I must kill those who stole my glory."

"Yang Yan, I remember you! I hope you survive this beast tide, so I can personally kill you."

After saying this, he summoned a Magical Treasure, covering himself completely, before opening the bottle placed on an opposite stone platform.