Amidst the ancient mountains, several figures darted swiftly through the air, seemingly a bit disheveled. "Master, those others have been constantly tracking us..." A graceful figure lightly tapped a branch, then surged forward, her eyes scanning the rear with growing anxiety. As she turned her head, a familiar, youthful face emerged—none other than Nalan Yanran. Few could be called master to Nalan Yanran besides Yun Yun. Shifting her gaze to the side, one could see a woman beside Nalan Yanran, dressed in a white gown. As she moved, the fabric of her gown swayed gracefully, exuding an indescribable elegance and grace. Her exquisite features enhanced the very landscape of the mountains. With such a presence, aside from Yun Yun, who had already ascended to the position of head of the Flower Sect, who could it possibly be? "The rogue elders of Tianming Sect have launched a surprise attack while we were engaged in battle against the beast—killing Qinghua Elder right under the beast's grasp. If we return now, we shall surely have to marshal the entire sect to settle this matter with them in a final showdown!" A slightly pale elder standing behind Yun Yun exclaimed in fury, with a few streaks of blood still visible at her lips, clearly having endured a fierce battle. "We must not let these beasts off!" The other senior elders of Huazong Sect echoed in outrage upon hearing this. "Right now, however, it's not the time to dwell on this. Tianming Sect is relentlessly pursuing us—clearly aiming to keep us all here. If we can't even escape this current crisis, how can we possibly mount a decisive battle against them?" Yun Yun shook her head, saying that at present, she had truly grown accustomed to the role of the Flower Sect's Master. Her words carried a natural grace and composure. With the help of Xiao Yan, she had fully refined the Qi cultivation passed down by Flower Old Lady, and now her own strength had reached the level of Eight-Star Qi Sovereign. As a result, the senior monks and nuns behind her could only nod in silence, unable to dispute her words, and only sighed in resignation. Seeing the Flower Sect elders settle down, Yun Yun turned to face them, her dark brows slightly furrowed. All of their senior elders were currently in deep meditation, entering a state of closed seclusion. Thus, the delegation that had come this time consisted of only one elder who had reached the rank of Nine-Star Qi Sovereign. However, this elder had recently perished in the combined assault of the Tianming Sect and a fierce beast. This sudden loss had significantly weakened their overall strength, which was precisely why they had been pursued so desperately by the Tianming Sect. "Master, the Tianming Sect has two Nine-Star Battle Sovereigns. And with their speed, they'll likely catch up to us soon..." Lan Yanran looked at Yun Yun, speaking softly. Moreover, to have the Deputy Master himself take notice of you is indeed a fortune. When you and your disciple eventually share one husband, it will surely become a beautiful tale." As the fierce gale swept in, a sharp, unusual laugh followed closely behind, making both Yun Yun and Na Lan Yanran's expressions somewhat strained. "Unworthy scoundrel!" Na Lan Yanran bit down on her silver teeth, shouting in anger. "I rather like that title," said a figure who materialized from among the branches ahead. A tall, slender old man in black robes, so thin he seemed like a bamboo pole, raised his head and gave Na Lan Yanran a strange, amused smile. "Whoosh, whoosh!" As this elder stepped forward to intercept, a series of swift gusts sounded behind the group, and soon a dozen figures materialized, landing swiftly on the open space behind Yun Yun and her companions. "Ah, Yun Yun Master," he chuckled, "we have already stated that you would not escape." "A dozen figures slowly stepped forward. Leading them was a middle-aged man with pale skin, dressed in a luxurious purple silk robe. He smiled gently toward Yun Yun and Na Lan Yanran in the distance, yet couldn't help brushing his lips with his tongue. Such an exceptional master-student pair was truly rare. If he could claim them as his own, how many would envy him—especially since the master himself was the abbot of the Huazong. 'Li Can, are you trying to ignite a war between Huazong and Tianming Sect?' Yun Yun's face carried a stern expression as she coldly demanded. 'That's not exactly my intention. Some of the senior monks in Huazong who've been meditating for years are quite troublesome, I must admit. Heh, but it doesn't matter. I'll eliminate the others, imprison you both in my Tianming Sect, and they'll never know.' The man known as Li Can spoke calmly and pleasantly." "Hehe, Deputy Master, let's act quickly—otherwise things might go awry. This Primordial Wild Domain is teeming with fierce beasts, and there are also many representatives from other factions present. If they're discovered, complications will surely arise." Behind Liu Chang, a man holding a purple fan smiled and spoke. He looked exactly like the Fiery Blossom Demon King who had attacked Xiao Yan the previous day. It was surprising how fortunate he was—having taken a blow from He Qing, he had managed to survive. "Agreed," said an older man with a gloomy expression beside the Fiery Blossom Demon King, his voice low and measured. Upon hearing this, Liu Chang nodded gently and then raised his hand, speaking calmly, "Then take them all. Except Yun Yun and her disciples—kill the rest!" "Understood!" "Upon hearing Liu Cang's command, the strong disciples of Tian Ming Sect promptly responded, their bodies simultaneously shifting, instantly encircling the Huazong delegation. Vast streams of powerful qi surged forth from their bodies. 'Yanran, when I break through, you must swiftly depart,' Cloud Yun sighed lightly, speaking softly. 'Master...' Nalan Yanran clenched her lips tightly, her jade hands gripping her long sword, taking a deep breath. 'If Master falls into their hands, then Yanran's very existence would be meaningless—better to die than live on...' 'Ah, you child...' Seeing Nalan Yanran grow resolute, Cloud Yun felt helpless. She knew that Nalan Yanran had now firmly resolved to die rather than survive. Should things go poorly today, their master-student bond would truly remain trapped here. 'Advance!' As Yun Yun silently sighed in her heart, a sharp command suddenly rang out. The strong disciples of Tian Ming Sect, who had already been eager to act, burst into a strange laugh and surged forward at lightning speed, charging directly at the Huazong delegation, their powerful aura sweeping out in all directions. "Thud! Thud!" Facing the encirclement by the Tian Ming Sect's warriors, the Huazong elders grew pale with determination, summoning their own aura and meeting the assault with equal vigor. However, due to their pre-existing injuries and the continuous days of fleeing, their condition naturally fell short of that of the Tian Ming Sect's forces, leaving them at a severe disadvantage during the combat. "Crash!" With a swift motion of her jade palm, Yun Yun unleashed a surge of vast aura, knocking one of the Tian Ming Sect's warriors back, gasping for breath and retreating. But soon, two more warriors launched powerful attacks, forcing her to step up and meet them again. "Hehe, Master Yun Yun, it seems this time you'll have to fall into our hands. Don't worry—we'll treat you most generously!" The demonic flower prince swiftly evaded Cloud Yun's attack, yet coldly chuckled. Cloud Yun's cheeks grew cold, her internal qi surged to its peak, and the gust of wind from her palm swept around her, creating an impenetrable shield. Even with the combined strength of four Dao Resonance masters from Tianming Sect, they could not breach her defense. "Thud!" Suddenly, a deep impact echoed from the side, and then a graceful figure was hurled backward, spitting out a stream of blood. "Nan Lan Yanran!" Seeing this figure, Cloud Yun's expression changed instantly. With a graceful gesture of her jade hand, a surge of power erupted, catching Nan Lan Yanran mid-flight and drawing her back safely. "Hehe, when you're engaged in battle, you can't afford to be distracted." As Cloud Yun reached out to save Nan Lan Yanran, two strange figures swiftly moved to her back, their powerful palm winds striking her shoulders with unyielding force. "Pfft!" The sudden assault struck Yun Yun directly, forcing her to cough up a mouthful of blood and retreat step by step, finally crashing into a massive boulder, where she emitted another low groan. "Master Yun, when you're finally trained well by Deputy Master, I'll have your little lover come and see you," said the Fiendish Flower Sovereign, smiling with a sinister air as he slowly advanced toward her, his iron fan sharply and cruelly pointing at her abdomen. As the Fiendish Flower Sovereign launched his attack, Yun Yun clenched her teeth and prepared to summon her internal qi once more to meet the assault. Yet, just as she was about to move, a thunderous gust of wind erupted suddenly from the sky, followed immediately by a brilliant burst of golden light spreading across the heavens. A colossal golden shadow crashed down before him, and a massive fist swung with the speed of lightning, striking the demonic flower sovereign squarely. The overwhelming force slammed him into a pulp, transforming the startled sovereign into a mound of flesh, all in one resounding, deep-throated crash.