59: Chapter 60 Fierce Battle

Wang Qingya showed no fear, striding out of the shop with four respectful-looking young female Cultivators following closely behind her.

With a flip of her hand, an exquisite Flying Boat appeared before her.

She infused it with a burst of Qi, and with a "whoosh," it sped off into the distance.

This scene was naturally observed by the Wang family members, and several Cultivators among them quickly reported it to a higher-ranked Elder.

"Third Elder, should we pursue?"

"No need. This matter should be settled by now. Just leave it to the group of Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators; don't dirty our own hands." The short, stout, middle-aged Cultivator looked at the distant Flying Boat and smiled faintly.

Not long after, a relatively remote mountain range soon appeared before them.

The surroundings were eerie, with various strange noises drifting over from time to time.

"Young Miss, should we change our route? I've heard that the bandit Cultivators have been very rampant lately."

"Rampant? They are only at the Qi Refining Realm. I have many High Grade Magical Artifacts in my hands; let's see who dares to come and throw their life away." Wang Qingya looked disdainful and unconcerned.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sound of something piercing through the air rang out.

Dozens of Flying Swords, fast as lightning, came whistling toward them.

And from somewhere above, multiple large golden silk nets appeared.

"Not good! Scatter, quickly!"

Before Wang Qingya could finish her sentence, an "Aiya!" cry rang out.

"Pfft~"

One of the female Cultivators was caught off guard; her Physical Body was pierced by a Flying Sword, leaving her severely injured as she fell to the ground.

At the same time, the golden net descended directly, emitting bursts of lightning and flames.

The next moment, the female Cultivator's expression twisted, and she let out a wail of agony as the golden net sucked away the blood essence from her body, gradually turning her into a dried corpse.

"Who is sneaking around? Get out here!" Wang Qingya glared around furiously.

"Hahaha."

A light laugh echoed, and five figures appeared in front of them, all wearing black robes and masks, radiating an aggressive Aura.

"After all these days, we've finally waited for a fat sheep. Are you the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, Fellow Daoist?" The tall Cultivator in the lead smiled faintly, his gaze fixed hungrily on her seductive figure.

"Insolent! Since you know who we are, why don't you get out of the way?" the female Cultivator behind Wang Qingya scolded angrily.

"Unruly—we like that." The leader of the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators stopped talking nonsense, his expression darkened as he gave a signal to the men behind him with a smirk.

Wang Qingya frowned slightly and flipped her hand, throwing out all the defensive Talismans she had on her.

Dozens of Fireball Talismans, Sword Talismans, and Lightning Talismans transformed into streaks of golden light, exploding in rapid succession.

She then tapped her Storage Pouch, summoned a High Grade Flying Sword, formed a hand seal, and struck out at them.

The five of them were caught off guard, and two Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators quickly let out screams and perished.

"A High Grade Flying Sword; I'll take it today."

The tall leader of the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators' eyes lit up. He chuckled, flicked his robe, and summoned ten strange skulls.

He cast a spell, causing them to emit a faint green light while black mist billowed around them, accompanied by strange, low laughter.

"Since the shop owner is so ruthless, you can't blame us for what happens next."

With that, his Qi surged, releasing the pressure of the Peak Qi Refining Stage as he struck at Wang Qingya.

The other three Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators headed toward the maids in the distance.

"Young Miss, this is a High Grade Demonic Path Magical Artifact. Be careful."

A female Cultivator had just finished speaking when she was pierced by a black sword; she spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"12th Level of Qi Refining?"

Wang Qingya frowned slightly; she hadn't expected these Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators to be so strong.

Not long after, under repeated attacks, another maid fell dead to the ground.

Chen Fan, hiding in the shadows, was secretly shocked. These Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators were powerful and well-prepared; it seemed the Wang family intended to use someone else's blade to kill them.

The ensuing melee became even more intense, and another Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator and a maid fell to their deaths.

At this moment, Wang Qingya was not faring much better; under continuous attacks, her face had turned pale, and she was forced to retreat step by step.

If not for relying on several decent-quality High Grade Magical Artifacts in her hands, she would have been captured long ago.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As the dozen black skulls struck repeatedly, the protective barrier in front of Wang Qingya soon shattered.

In a panic, she shouted toward the depths of the forest: "Fellow Daoist, if you don't come out now, you will be the one who falls next."

As she spoke, her gaze turned toward where Chen Fan was hiding.

"I've been discovered?" Chen Fan was slightly startled.

At that very moment, five black Flying Swords came whistling toward him.

Chen Fan frowned slightly; knowing he had been exposed, he quickly summoned a Medium Grade Flying Sword to meet them.

"Hahaha, so there really was a petty thief hiding here." The leader of the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators looked closely and shook his head repeatedly; a mere Qi Refining Level 11 Cultivator was nothing to fear.

"So it's Alchemist Chen." Once Wang Qingya saw clearly who it was, a look of disappointment appeared on her face.

She had always looked down on Matrilocal son-in-laws, especially Cultivators with average strength.

Seeing that the other party still maintained an arrogant attitude, Chen Fan couldn't be bothered to reply. He tapped his Storage Pouch and summoned multiple Flying Swords in succession.

He cast a sword art, forming a sharp sword array.

Just as it was set up, a burly Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator arrived before him.

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged, and taking advantage of the fact that the opponent was completely off guard, he immediately launched a spiritual sense attack.

"Ouch!"

The burly Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator before him didn't react in time, feeling only a splitting headache.

Taking advantage of this moment, Chen Fan fully activated the sword array.

After a "hum," the six Flying Swords emitted one after another light-sword beams, striking at him with incredible speed.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Under a series of strikes, the protective barrier was quickly broken. Even though the burly Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator was quick-witted and agile, his hands and feet were still slashed.

Blood flowed profusely instantly.

This scene secretly startled both Wang Qingya and the leader of the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators.

Chen Fan was overjoyed to see that the opponent was severely injured.

He quietly summoned the soul-extinguishing awl.

"Ah!"

Following a scream, the burly Cultivator breathed his last.

"He died?" The leader of the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators was shocked, his face filled with disbelief.

"So Alchemist Chen has already advanced to the 12th Level of Qi Refining." Wang Qingya smiled faintly, her expression strange.

"Shopkeeper Wang, I have already dealt with this person; the remaining Cultivator is yours to handle."

Chen Fan pretended to have exhausted his Qi, turning pale, and took a Medicinal Pill to refine it.

He did not want to go to great lengths and waste his Qi.

Hearing this, the corners of Wang Qingya's mouth twitched slightly; she was clearly dissatisfied with him just watching from the sidelines.

"Today both of you must die; neither of you will escape."

The leader of the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators fully activated the black skulls in his hands, launching one lethal attack after another at Wang Qingya.

"Seeking death."

With no more concerns, Wang Qingya directly summoned a Thunderclap Ruler that emitted lightning.

She infused it with Qi and tossed it into the air, where electric arcs flickered to form a massive lightning net, enveloping the opponent's black skulls.

Under the constant bombardment of lightning, the ten strange skulls trapped inside immediately let out a monstrous shriek before exploding violently.

"What a good item; to think she has so many High Grade Magical Artifacts."

Chen Fan felt extremely envious.

After the black skulls exploded one after another, a powerful backlash quickly formed, causing the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator to feel a stinging pain throughout his body.

Seeing that the opportunity had arrived, Wang Qingya did not hesitate to summon a massive ancient cauldron.

She manipulated it with hand seals, smashing it directly at him.

After a "bang," the opponent's protective barrier shattered, and under the heavy blow, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggering.

"Damn it."

The Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator was unwilling to give up; with a flip of his hand, several Medicinal Pills appeared.

He scattered them in all directions and fled rapidly.

The Medicinal Pills exploded, sending colorful mists scattering in all directions, emitting a faint, eerie fragrance.

"Want to run? It's too late."

Just as Wang Qingya was about to strike him down with all her might, her expression suddenly changed.

"Not good, this is paralyzing poison."