"Where did this mongrel come from? Stop right there!"

Curses echoed from behind, but Han Yang, whose figure flickered, ignored them and swiftly moved forward.

He had no intention of getting entangled with these black-clothed individuals.

However, his cultivation was still in the Body Tempering stage, so how could his speed compare to those in the Bone Refinement Stage?

After about the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Han Yang was blocked by Old Six and Old Seven, one in front and one behind.

"Kid, you're quite the runner, aren't you? You dare steal from your grandpa?" Old Six's face was full of malice as he sneered, "Hand over the goods, and I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

"Sixth Brother, why waste words? Just chop him down."

Old Seven, standing to the side, had a fierce killing intent in his eyes. He swung his steel blade with his right hand, slashing fiercely at Han Yang.

A cold glint flashed in Han Yang's eyes. He stepped back half a step, and the blade almost grazed his nose as it slashed down.

As he retreated, his right hand's fingers slightly curved, like an eagle's claw, suddenly gripping Old Seven's wrist. Then, with a powerful kick, his leg swept across Old Seven's chest.

From the blade's descent to Han Yang's counterattack, it took only a single breath.

Bang!

Old Seven let out a muffled grunt, his body involuntarily falling backward.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed on Han Yang.

A mere Body Tempering Realm kid had actually injured him?

What a disgrace!

Old Six's eyes narrowed. Years of experience on the edge of life and death told him that Han Yang was extremely dangerous.

"Cloud-chasing Blade!"

Old Six shouted, spinning rapidly. The air around him gathered with the rotating blade, slashing horizontally at Han Yang's chest.

Han Yang tapped the ground with his toes, leaping high like an antelope jumping off a cliff, his body flipping as his left foot kicked down towards Old Six's head.

Old Seven, standing to the side, had a cold expression. He twisted the hilt of his blade, and the blade shot out like a venomous snake.

Han Yang's pupils contracted sharply.

Facing one of them alone, he might have had the upper hand, but dealing with both was proving difficult.

In an instant, he twisted in mid-air, avoiding Old Six's sharp blade, but Old Seven's sneak attack still managed to cut a gash on his left arm.

Crimson blood quickly seeped through his clothes.

"Hu."

Landing steadily, Han Yang lowered his eyelids slightly, squinting at the wound.

He still hadn't fully adapted to this weaker body.

Old Seven gave Han Yang no chance to catch his breath, swinging the hilt of his blade, the iron chain clattering as it attacked Han Yang again.

Han Yang slowly raised his head, the coldness in his eyes sending a shiver down Old Six and Old Seven's spines.

"Cloud-reaching Hand."

Han Yang's eyes flickered slightly. He sidestepped, dodging the flying blade, while his left hand reached forward.

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A layer of barely visible white light covered his five fingers, moving with incredible speed as he accurately grasped the iron chain.

With a forceful twist of his wrist, Old Seven was pulled into the air, his entire body lifted off the ground.

Cloud-reaching Hand was one of Han Yang's ultimate techniques from his past life.

Its power was extraordinary. Mastered to perfection, it could shatter mountains and rivers, stabilize the world, and pluck the sun and moon.

But now, due to his weakened strength, he couldn't even unleash a billionth of its former power.

Yet...

It was more than enough to deal with a third or fourth level Bone Refinement Stage warrior.

"Die."

His right hand, with fingers as firm as steel, in a blink, struck Old Seven's throat.

Crack.

His two fingers, like sharp swords, pierced through Old Seven's throat in one strike!

Blood gushed from Old Seven's mouth, his eyes fixed on Han Yang's face.

Unwillingness, shock, fear, and disbelief...

"Old Seven!"

Old Six roared in anger, his gaze towards Han Yang filled with venomous hatred, "Kid, I'll make you pay with your life!!!"

As his words fell, he lunged forward, the tip of his blade closing in on Han Yang, both hands thrusting towards his throat.

Facing the oncoming attack, Han Yang's lips curled into a mocking smile, a cold glint flashing in his slender eyes.

Heavenly Gang Fist.

He stepped back half a step with his left foot, his body slightly lowering, and his right fist shot out directly.

Crack.

Under Old Six's horrified gaze, the steel blade forged from refined iron in his hand shattered inch by inch under the punch of a mere Body Tempering Realm warrior.

At this moment, for the first time, Old Six felt a deep sense of fear.

What kind of monster was this kid in front of him?

Clearly, his cultivation was only at the Body Tempering stage, yet how could he be so powerful?

"Dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

A voice came coldly, and Han Yang's body, like an arrow released from a bow, his fist slammed into Old Six's left cheek.

Old Six's head exploded like a watermelon.

His body spun twice in mid-air before crashing to the ground, dead beyond doubt.

Han Yang lightly clapped his hands, his eyes devoid of any sympathy, and continued towards Chen Qiaoqian's hiding place.

About an hour later, he returned to the Camphor Ancient Tree.

Up in the tree, Chen Qiaoqian, who had been anxiously waiting, revealed a hint of joy upon seeing Han Yang return.

"Brother Yang, you're back?"

Han Yang leaped up the tree in a few moves, nodding with a smile, and took out the Blazing Sun Flower from his arms.

"This spirit flower can suppress the coldness in your body." He tore off the petals and leaves of the Blazing Sun Flower and handed them to Chen Qiaoqian, "Eat it, and you'll be fine soon."

However, Chen Qiaoqian's gaze fell on Han Yang's injured left arm. She frowned slightly and tore a strip from her skirt, tenderly bandaging Han Yang's wound.

"Brother Yang, you're hurt."

"It's just a small wound, don't worry about it, you eat quickly."

Though Han Yang said this, his heart felt warm.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt this way.

A hundred years? Maybe a thousand... or even ten thousand years?

Once Chen Qiaoqian finished bandaging his wound, she took the Blazing Sun Flower and put it in her mouth.

The spirit flower melted as soon as it entered.

The pure medicinal power flowed down her throat, quickly spreading through her limbs and bones, gathering at her dantian.

"I... feel so hot..."

At this moment, Chen Qiaoqian felt as if a flame was burning inside her, making her entire body heat up.

Han Yang gently brushed her hair behind her ear, nodding with a smile, "It's okay, it'll be over soon."

As he spoke, ice-blue crystals suddenly formed on Chen Qiaoqian's exposed red skin.

Not long after, these crystals gradually turned into ice water, eventually evaporating into mist and slowly disappearing.

Seeing this, Han Yang finally showed a relieved expression.

Qiaoqian's life was temporarily saved.

Unfortunately, the effect of the Blazing Sun Flower could only be used once, temporarily suppressing the cold invasion. Completely activating Qiaoqian's spiritual body wouldn't be so easy.

As for the Fire Origin Fruit?

Though it was also a fire attribute spiritual medicine, with Qiaoqian's current physique, she couldn't consume it.

The Blazing Sun Flower's gentle medicinal properties could be directly ingested by ordinary people.

The Fire Origin Fruit was different; its fierce medicinal properties were too much for ordinary people to bear. At best, it would cause severe injury or unconsciousness, at worst, it could lead to death by explosion.

"Brother Yang, I... I feel much better, warm inside. It's been so long since I felt this way."

Chen Qiaoqian opened her eyes, her beautiful pupils curving into crescent moons, her love for him undisguised.

"Thank you, Yang... um..."

Before she could finish, Han Yang suddenly reached out, covering her soft lips with his hand.

Because Han Yang sensed that several warriors were approaching their location.

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