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Xue Mingtai stood behind Yang Fei, watching his figure depart, feeling extremely excited in his heart.

During these ten years, Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, along with the Sword Emperor and others, constantly contemplated resisting the control of the Xuantian Sect.

Yet, whenever they thought of the unpredictable divine skills of Patriarch Xuan Tian, they felt uncertain about defeating him, and ultimately, things ended inconclusively.

At this moment, watching Yang Fei stride forward, Xue Mingtai felt admiration and emotion.

The saying "benevolent ones are invincible, and courageous ones are fearless" must refer to Yang Fei's current demeanor.

He suddenly noticed several people unconscious on the ground and immediately called out to Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, what should we do with these people?"

Yang Fei turned back, glanced at the unconscious people on the ground, and said lightly.

"Just throw them out, or take them to the police station. I've erased their memories; they won't remember anything from today."

Yang Fei spoke as he rescued the Sword Emperor and Wen Taikang from the van.

The two were unconscious, and Yang Fei checked their bodies, breathing a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, they're fine. They'll wake up naturally after resting."

He looked at Xue Mingtai: "I'll have to trouble you to take care of them."

Xue Mingtai nodded, wanting to say something, but An Zichen suddenly rushed forward, following closely behind Yang Fei.

"I want to go with you."

Yang Fei shook his head: "No."

"Even though Patriarch Xuan Tian isn't in good shape, he's not someone I can easily crush with a finger. If you come with me, I can't protect you fully."

An Zichen's expression was stubborn, biting her thin red lips.

"I simply want to go with you."

Yang Fei sighed, shaking his head: "I really can't do anything with you, alright."

An Zichen was secretly delighted, but then saw Yang Fei looking fearfully behind her, as if seeing something extremely terrifying.

His expression was so strong that An Zichen paused in surprise, involuntarily turning around.

An Zichen found that behind her was empty, aside from the innocent-looking Xue Mingtai, there was nothing else.

She immediately realized she had been tricked and swiftly turned back.

Yang Fei was already nowhere to be seen.

From afar came Yang Fei's laughter.

"Zi Chen, you're still as easy to fool as when you were young. Just stay at home, this is a man's business."

As Yang Fei's voice trailed off, it became as weak as a wisp of silk, almost unreachable, clearly indicating he had gone far.

An Zichen stomped her foot harshly: "That damned man!"

Xue Mingtai knew An Zichen's temper; seeing this scene, he recognized it was not good.

He was about to sneak off when An Zichen had already turned around, glaring fiercely at Xue Mingtai.

"Don't go, I want you to accompany me to Lingxiu Peak."

Xue Mingtai immediately lamented.

"This is impossible; I'm swamped with matters that must be dealt with before Brother Fei returns."

"Most importantly, those who've been knocked out must be sent to the police, as well as the Sword Emperor and Old Master Wen..."

An Zichen coldly looked at Xue Mingtai, saying nothing, her eyes filled with overwhelming authority, bright and clear.

Xue Mingtai, at last, felt his own arguments running dry.

He could only stamp his foot in frustration: "Don't look at me with those eyes; I'll accompany you, alright?"

An Zichen snorted, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Xue Mingtai sighed woefully, muttering to himself, "Now I understand how troublesome women can be."

Yannan, beneath Lingxiu Peak.

Lingxiu Peak is the tallest peak in Yannan City, with an altitude of over 2371 meters.

Viewed from the highest Lanting Hotel in Yannan City, Lingxiu Peak appears like a silver sword piercing the blue sky, standing tall and magnificent.

At the same time, Lingxiu Peak is also one of the most famous tourist spots in Yannan City, bustling with pilgrims, people coming and going.

It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, a Taoist settled here to cultivate, achieving perfection before ascending on a crane, leaving behind a Taoist temple known as Lingxiu Temple.

Hence, it is also called Lingxiu Peak.

This Lingxiu Peak is remarkably steep, with climbing difficult.

Later, to develop tourism, the government spent over a billion yuan building stone steps, railings, and a cable car.

Lingxiu Peak initially had a reputation for its immortality aura, and after the government's vigorous tourism development, its fame increased.

From the foot to the summit, five or six new Taoist temples were developed and built, all run by Taoists.

In the last decade, Lingxiu Peak has rapidly developed into the most ideal place in the Southeast District for seeking immortals and worshipping Buddha.

Every holiday, large groups of devout believers climb Lingxiu Peak to pray.

Lingxiu Peak is also widely known among various sects dedicated to cultivation across the country.

It is one of the rare spirit veins in the Southeast region, rich in spiritual energy, with very little pollution, making it very suitable for cultivators to retreat and practice.

The Sect Master of Xuantian Sect, Patriarch Xuan Tian, is a very reputable cultivator in the country.

Patriarch Xuan Tian has reached the Foundation Establishment Second Layer realm, causing smaller sects to avoid provoking him.

Among the public, Patriarch Xuan Tian is also well-known, revered as an immortal by countless devout believers, possessing a large number of followers.

Yang Fei didn't drive; he took the tourist bus directly to the base of Lingxiu Peak.

He looked at the cloud-piercing Lingxiu Peak, sneering, and began to climb towards the main peak of Lingxiu Peak.

By now, it was late, and the Lingxiu Peak tourist management office had closed its doors; in the evening, it does not accept guests.

Yang Fei easily entered the Lingxiu Peak entrance park, walking up the stone steps, step by step towards the main peak.

Atop Lingxiu Peak, there is a magnificent Taoist temple, with the pilgrims already scattered, only two Taoists cleaning the incense burner.

At this moment, a fat Taoist walked up, the two Taoists seeing him immediately flashed welcoming smiles.

"So, it's Brother Lingxu. Please come into the temple for a cup of green tea."

Faced with the flattering Taoists, fat Taoist Lingxu snorted.

"How's the incense offerings today? You two better not be greedy. If I find out, you'll have to face the consequences."

He had suffered great losses at Yinxue Tower, his life hanging in balance; seeing these two individuals, he instantly adopted the appearance of a Xuantian Sect external branch disciple, scolding them.

These two Taoists were merely hired by the Xuantian Sect as managing personnel.

Although Ling Kongzi was just an external branch disciple of Xuantian Sect, without much cultivation, in terms of identity and status, he was far above these two managers.

The two Taoists quickly denied any wrongdoing, with one handing Ling Kongzi a bank card, maintaining his smile.

"Today during the day, a pilgrim specifically came to pay respects to Brother."

"He said that your previous ritual transcended his elder father's soul, and he came to express his gratitude this time."

"This bank card is entrusted to me for you, with the password on the back of the card."

Ling Kongzi understood implicitly, feeling delighted, although his expression remained severe.

"Being people of cultivation, performing acts of chivalry and transcending souls are but part of our duties. You shouldn't accept others' reward; it's a source of trouble for me."

The Taoist continued to smile, repeatedly assuring him.

"No trouble at all, Brother's extravagant divine skills do cost mana after all."

"This small amount is just for Brother to nourish his body well, so he can have more magic power to transcend more souls."

Ling Kongzi firmly grasped the bank card in his palm, sneaking a glance at the password and balance figures on the back, his smile growing more sincere.

"Nicely said, but there should not be a next time."

"We who cultivate should adhere to purity and simplicity, relying on external possessions could disrupt the Dao heart."

The two Taoists nodded vigorously, flattering the fat Daoist for a while before retreating.

The fat Daoist reached into his embrace, feeling the thunderstorm talisman given to him by Yang Fei, his forehead beginning to sweat coldly.

He steadied himself, heading towards the back mountain of Lingxiu Peak.

Lingxiu Peak's back mountain was shrouded in mist, with sheer cliffs; gazing down from the summit could make one dizzy.

The fat Daoist recited the mnemonic chant, taking a step over the cliff into the void.

A miracle occurred: beneath his feet appeared rows of jade steps.

The jade steps extended upwards, reaching into the void.

Surrounded by mist, the jade steps provided quite an immortal-like spectacle.

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