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"These three old demons are known as the Three He Demon Ghosts. Back in Central Plains, their reputation for depravity and lust was infamous."

"Of the three, the eldest—Tian He Zi—has already reached the peak of Nine-Change Dou Zun, with one foot stepped into the Ban Sheng level."

"The second, Di He Zi, should be around the Eight-Change level, while the youngest, Ren He Zi, is likely at the Six-Change level."

"These three have lived and cultivated together for many years. Their minds are closely linked, and they practice the same cultivation technique."

"When they join forces, their strengths complement one another, allowing them to unleash power strong enough to rival even a Ban Sheng." Yao Lao stroked his beard with a sigh.

Hearing that, surprise flickered across Xiao Yan’s eyes. He hadn’t expected these three old demons to be this capable. No wonder they weren’t easy to deal with.

With that level of strength, even in Central Plains, they would be considered top-tier experts. No wonder they acted so arrogantly and without restraint, tossing around seven or eight-colored pills—and even nine-colored ones—as if they were nothing.

"Looks like we might have quite a bit of extra gain today." Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow.

Wei Yang was momentarily speechless. The three of them were all master alchemists, yet here they were, eyeing someone else’s collection of pills. Saying it aloud would indeed sound a bit embarrassing.

But there was no helping it—their rise had been too quick, leaving them with limited foundation. Whenever they got something good, they would use it right away—never saving anything for later. That’s how it was when you had a big family to support.

At that moment, both Yao Lao and Wei Yang simultaneously lifted their heads, gazes fixed on the distant horizon.

"They’re here."

Hearing that, Xiao Yan’s heart tightened slightly as he followed their line of sight. Before long, faint sounds of wind and thunder echoed in the distance.

Moments later—barely ten seconds—three streaks of black light suddenly tore across the sky, heading straight toward them. The black streaks moved with terrifying speed, their approach wild and forceful. In a blink, they appeared just a hundred meters away.

However, as the three figures neared the mountain where Wei Yang’s group stood, they suddenly stopped midair, clearly sensing something. Three pairs of cold, vicious eyes turned sharply in unison—locking onto the trio standing atop the peak.

"Yao Chen!"

"It’s actually you!"

When the three saw Yao Lao, they froze for a moment before a mix of shock, fury, and faint fear flashed through their eyes. As their startled voices echoed through the air, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan took the chance to study them carefully.

The one in the lead was thin to the point of looking like a bamboo stick, his face sharp and sinister—clearly the same man who had been bidding against them at the trading event earlier. Behind him stood an old man and a seemingly young man.

Yet despite his youthful appearance, the look in that young man’s eyes was ancient and weathered—it was clear that he, too, was no less old than the others.

These three were the infamous Three He Demon Ghosts—depraved cultivators who used countless women as cauldrons for their twisted cultivation technique.

Aside from the "young" one, who at least had a passable appearance, the other two exuded a chilling and vile aura. Even at a distance, the sinister energy seeping from their bodies made one feel disgusted.

"The Three He Demon Ghosts—long time no see." Yao Lao clasped his hands behind his back, smiling faintly. "Meeting you again here could be considered fate."

"Fate? Hardly. You’ve been waiting for us here, haven’t you? You’re the ones who were bidding against me earlier, right?" The leader, Tian He Zi, narrowed his eyes coldly at Wei Yang’s group as he spoke.

"That’s right." Yao Lao smiled and nodded without hesitation. He didn’t bother with small talk and said directly, "Hand over that fragment of the map."

"Jie jie, who would’ve thought? The famed Saint Yao, Yao Chen, resorting to highway robbery? How laughable." Tian He Zi let out a strange, mocking laugh.

Yao Lao only smiled, unfazed. "If it were someone else, perhaps I’d hesitate. After all, reputation matters. But since it’s the three of you, I don’t feel the slightest burden. Other people may count as human—but you three? I don’t see you that way."

"Yao Chen!"

The faces of the Three He Demon Ghosts darkened with anger. But in their eyes, a hint of complicated emotion flickered.

Back then, the three of them had been driven out of Central Plains in disgrace. Now, after a hundred years, their old enemy stood before them again—already a lofty Dou Sheng. If they claimed not to feel envy, it would be a lie.

But jealousy didn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was surviving this encounter. If Yao Chen were only a Ban Sheng—even a high-level one—they wouldn’t be too afraid. Worst case, they could just run away. But a Dou Sheng...

That was a different story entirely. Their gazes met silently as their Dou Qi began to stir within their bodies.

Whoosh!

In that instant, Wei Yang took a seemingly casual step forward—and in a flash, his figure vanished, instantly appearing behind the Three He Demon Ghosts. Turning around, Wei Yang slowly raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

Buzz~

A vast wave of spatial power rippled outward like water. In the blink of an eye, the space within a thousand meters distorted and twisted, the very air growing dense and heavy.

"Spatial Lock? A Ban Sheng?"

Their escape route cut off, the Three He Demon Ghosts instantly shifted their stance—backs to each other, forming a triangular defense formation. All three frowned deeply.

Another Ban Sheng. This was going to be troublesome.

"Brat, who are you?" The second brother, Di He Zi, glared fiercely at Wei Yang, his tone filled with venom.

"Just an insignificant one—Wei Yang." Wei Yang floated calmly in midair, the hem of his robe fluttering gently without wind as he spoke.

"Wei Yang... Yao Chen’s disciple?" Di He Zi’s heart sank.

In recent years, the name Wei Yang had gained quite a bit of fame throughout Central Plains. Many regarded him as a monstrous prodigy unseen in a hundred years. Naturally, the Three He Demon Ghosts had heard rumors of him.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Xiao Yan’s figure also flickered out, appearing in the air on the other side. Wei Yang slightly shifted his position, widening the gap between them.

In an instant, the scene changed—Yao Lao and his two disciples formed a triangle, perfectly encircling the Three He Demon Ghosts in the center.

"And who might you be?" The youngest, Ren He Zi, swept his eyes over the black-clad youth opposite him, secretly letting out a breath of relief.

His opponent was only a One-Change Dou Zun—nothing to fear. Perhaps even a weak point to exploit.

"Just an insignificant one—Xiao Yan," Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow and replied lightly.

"Xiao Yan? You’re also Yao Chen’s disciple?" Ren He Zi frowned slightly as the name sounded familiar.

Ah, right—this was the boy who had become one of the dual champions of the most recent Pill Gathering.

Alongside Wei Yang, he had broken tradition and forced the Pill Tower to acknowledge two champions for the first time in history—two dazzling geniuses who had shaken the entire Central Plains.

"These two disciples of mine," Yao Lao smiled proudly, stroking his beard, "How about them?"

These two disciples were the greatest pride of his life—greater even than his own ascension to Saint. To be a master and achieve this—whether or not there would ever be another like him, he could at least be called one of a kind.

Seeing his old "acquaintances" again, Yao Chen couldn’t help but show off a little.

"..."

The Three He Demon Ghosts were silent. After a long pause, Tian He Zi let out a sigh and looked at Yao Chen with complicated eyes. "Yao Chen, I must admit—you’re truly blessed by fortune."

Rumor had it that these two disciples were found by Yao Chen during the darkest period of his life—after being ambushed by the Hall of Souls and left as a mere remnant soul, wandering in some barren, forgotten corner of the world.

Such luck... was beyond belief.

"I agree," Yao Lao nodded without an ounce of modesty. "Heaven has indeed treated me well."

Then, his hand paused in mid-stroke through his beard. His expression turned calm and sharp. "Hand over that fragment of the map. Otherwise... let’s settle our old score today."

As he spoke, his figure vanished and reappeared in an instant, ghostlike, directly in front of Tian He Zi. An overwhelming tide of Dou Qi erupted from within his body. In that instant, the heavens and earth changed color.

The sky dimmed as storm clouds roiled violently. Fierce winds howled through the heavens, whistling with a deep, echoing rumble. The world itself seemed unable to withstand the aura of a Dou Sheng, trembling as though on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the terrifying might Yao Lao unleashed, the expressions of the Three He Demon Ghosts twisted drastically, fear rising unbidden in their hearts. Even if the three of them together could fight a Ban Sheng, before a Dou Sheng—they felt nothing but helplessness.

The gap between those realms was vast beyond measure—no amount of numbers could bridge it. Facing the fully unleashed Yao Chen, all illusions of escape vanished from their hearts. They were going to die.

"Wait!" Tian He Zi suddenly flipped his palm, a yellowed, ancient fragment of a map appearing in his grasp as he shouted loudly.

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