The man sitting opposite Yin Laorou chuckled, "Boss, just relax and drink. Perhaps at this very moment, Tang Qigong is negotiating with Cheng Xiaofan, urging him to deliver the gold to you immediately."
Yin Laorou's mood brightened considerably upon hearing this.
He said, "As long as we acquire Cheng Xiaofan's gold,"
"We'll build a super luxurious golden palace for our Yin family ancestor in this secluded spot. It won't be long before he is resurrected."
"Then, our ancestor will lead us to unify the martial world, commanding wind and rain at our will."
"We can even move the Yin family's evil cultivators directly to Zhuxi Village and claim all of Cheng Xiaofan's assets for the Yin family!"
"Hahahaha!"
He couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh heartily at this thought.
"Come, let's all drain our bowls of wine!"
"Jiii—"
Just as the group raised their large bowls, a piercing eagle cry suddenly echoed from the sky outside the cave, a sound that seemed to split the clouds.
The sound was so loud it drilled directly into their ears, as if to perforate their eardrums. It made their heads ring and induced a strong sense of dizziness.
"What's going on? Let's go out and see!"
Yin Laorou stood up with a displeased expression and walked towards the cave entrance.
The others dared not delay and followed suit.
They emerged from the cave and looked up at the sky, where they saw a large eagle carrying a young man, circling and descending.
None of them had ever seen an eagle carrying a person through the sky.
Still fifty meters above the ground, the young man leaped, drawing a beautiful arc through the air as he gracefully landed. In the glow of the setting sun, he seemed to shimmer with a golden light.
"Whoa, who is this guy? So cool!" a burly man exclaimed.
Yin Laorou, however, knitted his brows with a solemn expression.
In a blink, Cheng Xiaofan stood firmly on the ground. He crossed his arms, his sharp gaze sweeping over Yin Laorou and his companions.
"Who is Yin Laorou? Step forward for a moment!" Cheng Xiaofan said with a slight smile, speaking loudly.
Yin Laorou unconsciously took two steps forward, his face darkening as he said, "Insolent wretch! Who are you to dare address me by my name?"
Cheng Xiaofan burst into loud laughter, "So you're Yin Laorou. Did you peel the skin off a toad and stick it on your face? You look so ugly!"
"You're Cheng Xiaofan?" Yin Laorou suddenly realized something and demanded.
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled, "Little Yin, you're not stupid. You have eyes and can recognize me."
Hearing himself called "Little Yin," Yin Laorou was infuriated, on the verge of madness.
But then!
He suddenly recalled something and shivered all over.
"Where are my Hong'er and Tang Qigong?" he asked.
Cheng Xiaofan smiled, "Sorry, I killed them both!"
"What? You killed Tang Qigong and my daughter?" Yin Laorou roared, his voice hoarse with grief.
Cheng Xiaofan shrugged his shoulders, "Yes. Those two had the audacity to poison my parents. Why would I keep them alive?"
"So, you got Tang Qigong's antidote?" Yin Laorou asked. He believed Cheng Xiaofan would not have dared to act so rashly without first obtaining the antidote.
Cheng Xiaofan laughed heartily, "Yin Laorou, you truly are a frog in a well. I am a renowned divine physician. Do I need to beg Tang Qigong for an antidote?"
"There is no poison in this world that I cannot expel."
"Can a mere potent poison from the Tang sect intimidate me?"
"Yin Laorou, I hate it most when people harm my loved ones. Now, it's your turn to meet your daughter in the underworld!"
Yin Laorou's face turned as dark as if it were about to crumble into dust. He never imagined that his daughter and Tang Qigong, sent to Zhuxi Village on a mission, would not only fail but also meet their end at Cheng Xiaofan's hands. He could only imagine their agonizing deaths. A furious rage ignited within him.
"Cheng Xiaofan, you deserve to die!" Yin Laorou snarled through clenched teeth. "You've trespassed onto my territory today,"
"And you won't be leaving alive!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled calmly, "Many people have threatened me with the same words, but they are all dead!"
"I've already seen a pile of gold hidden in the cave behind you."
"If I'm not mistaken, there must be at least ten tons of gold there!"
"Not bad. It seems my trip to Woshi Peak wasn't in vain. All of you, attack! Once I've killed you, I'll take that gold."
Yin Laorou roared at the evil cultivators behind him, "All of you, attack together and kill this brat!"
Boom!
The evil cultivators moved, and a thick black smoke billowed into the air. Simultaneously, they transformed into over ten afterimages, pouncing on Cheng Xiaofan. The ferocity of their assault shook the very ground.
An ordinary person would have been intimidated by such power. However, Cheng Xiaofan stood his ground, unmoving. With a casual wave of his hand, a sheathed demon bone saber appeared. He held the saber horizontally across his chest and pushed forward slightly.
Instantly, screams of agony erupted throughout the valley. The thick smoke vanished, and the heads of the more than ten evil cultivators rolled to the ground like watermelons, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Yin Laorou stared at the scene before him in horror, his facial features contorting. His companions, who had been drinking and feasting with him in the cave moments ago, were now dead. A thousand questions flooded his mind. Why had they all died at Cheng Xiaofan's hands in a single move? He stared dumbly at the jet-black saber in Cheng Xiaofan's hand. After a long pause, he managed to ask, "What kind of saber is that?"
Cheng Xiaofan grinned playfully, "A demon saber made specifically to kill your kind of evil cultivators!"
"Do you have any other tricks? Hurry and show them!"
Yin Laorou felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body trembling uncontrollably. He felt like a pitiful lamb facing a demon-possessed wolf. Had he been cursed? He had foolishly harbored greedy thoughts of taking his gold.
"Aow—"
Yin Laorou let out a sudden, sharp howl. With lightning speed, he lunged at Cheng Xiaofan, aiming to win by sheer speed and escape death. His hands danced, creating a flurry of afterimages. Within these afterimages, dazzling saber light flashed, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds as they flew towards Cheng Xiaofan from all directions. Where the saber light passed, the ground was scorched bare, and nearby trees were snapped in half. Dust billowed into the air!