Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 71: Our whole family knows each other from the same place!

Dong Mo was hesitating, unsure whether he should return to the Southern Wilderness with Yin Lingsu or go to the Ancient Sacred Land with Feng Lingshuang.

Dong Zhan, who had been beaten to the ground by Yin Lingsu in the distance, suddenly stood up as if he had received some kind of order, and shouted at Yin Lingsu through gritted teeth.

"Halt! Sword Demon! Did I say you could leave?"

Upon hearing this, not only Sword Demon Yin Lingsu, but also Dong Mo and the other three on the ship were stunned!

Dong Mo was taken aback and turned to look.

Dong Zhan had somehow stood up. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his severed arm, his clothes were torn, and his face was covered in mud. He looked as disheveled as could be.

But in his eyes, an indomitable fighting spirit still burned.

Feng Ling Shuang stared wide-eyed at Dong Zhan in disbelief, and couldn't help but complain.

"Wow... Dong Mo, is your fourth uncle out of his mind? He's been beaten up like this, and he still dares to provoke Senior Sword Demon."

Song Qiuyu chimed in, her tone full of helplessness: "Exactly! How dare he? Is his head bought wholesale? Does he have a death wish?"

Dong Mo was also stunned.

Dong Mo (has been thinking deeply for 0.01 seconds).jpg, but even after careful consideration, Dong Mo still couldn't understand how Dong Zhan dared to do such a thing.

They've been beaten so badly, with one arm broken and the main cannon of the Sumeru Tower cleaved in two, yet they still dare to provoke us!

Is my fourth uncle possessed by Fan Xiaoqin and Changshu Arno? Why is his head so pointy?

Yin Lingsu also stopped and slowly turned around, her golden eyes looking at Dong Zhan with a hint of surprise.

"Oh?"

Yin Lingsu tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, revealing an expression of great interest.

"Young man, is there anything else?"

Dong Zhan gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Sword Demon, our battle isn't over yet!"

The words had barely left his mouth...

"Bang!"

Yin Lingsu had appeared in front of him without him noticing, and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

Dong Zhan traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling twice and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yin Lingsu withdrew her foot and patted the dust off her boots.

"Oh, it's over now."

However, Dong Zhan got up again. He staggered to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The wound on his severed arm reopened, and blood dripped down his robes onto the ground, but he still gritted his teeth and stared intently at Yin Lingsu.

"Damn it... I haven't lost yet!"

Dong Zhan roared, urging the remaining spiritual power within his body to transform into a silver streak of light, and once again launched a fearless Jade Shattering Charge towards Yin Lingsu.

At this moment, Dong Zhan looked like a gambler who had lost everything and was still willing to bet his last clothes even though he was penniless.

Yin Lingsu sighed, and with a casual wave of her hand, sent Dong Zhan flying.

"Bang!"

Dong Zhan fell to the ground again.

He got up again.

"Bang!"

It flew away again.

He got up again.

"Bang!"

……

Gu Ziyue stood on the deck of the spirit boat, watching Dong Zhan being knocked down and getting back up again and again, her amber eyes filled with confusion.

"Dong Mo, does your uncle think he's the protagonist of some kind of hot-blooded romance novel?" Gu Ziyue couldn't help but complain, "He's already been beaten up like this by my teacher, and he's still stubbornly charging forward."

Dong Mo's lips twitched: "How would I know? I'm not even familiar with him."

"Why aren't you familiar with him?" Gu Ziyue tilted her head. "Isn't he your fourth uncle?"

Dong Mo thought for a moment and casually replied, "Oh, we all know each other from the same family."

"Da Wa?" Gu Ziyue's fox ears perked up, her face full of confusion. "What's 'Da Wa'?"

Dong Mo continued to brush it off without changing his expression: "Be content, it's good enough that I didn't say we met on Tieba."

Gu Ziyue: "………"

Although she didn't understand what "Tieba" meant, she felt that this blond-haired guy was talking nonsense.

.........

On the battlefield.

Dong Zhan had lost count of how many times he had been knocked down. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, every part of his body aching. His severed arm, chest, back, and limbs were all covered in wounds.

But he kept his hands on the ground, trying to stand up again.

Yin Lingsu looked down at the stubborn fourth master of the Dong family, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

"well……"

Yin Lingsu sighed, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"I'm getting a little tired of it."

After saying that, Yin Lingsu suddenly raised her foot and kicked Dong Zhan, who was trying to get up, to the ground, and then stepped on his head.

Dong Zhan's face was half-buried in the mud, and he couldn't move.

Yin Lingsu looked down at him from her high position, and a serious killing intent finally surfaced in her golden eyes.

"Perhaps I will miss you in the future."

Yin Lingsu spoke very softly, as if she were talking to herself.

"It's time to send you on your way."

As soon as Yin Lingsu finished speaking, a sharp sword intent suddenly began to gather around her feet.

Dong Zhan felt the sword intent, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly. He struggled desperately, but Yin Lingsu's feet were like a mountain, pressing him down and making him unable to move.

The shadow of death loomed over his heart.

At this critical moment—

Dong Zhan's eyes widened suddenly, and with his last ounce of strength, he roared to the sky:

"Croak! Ancestor! Help me—"

Dong Zhan's voice echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.

Yin Lingsu frowned slightly.

then……

A clear, deep, and ancient voice echoed in the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, wait a moment."

The voice seemed to come from the heavens above, or rise from the depths of hell, ethereal and indistinct, yet carrying a chilling pressure.

The moment the voice fell, all the cultivators present except Yin Lingsu felt a powerful pressure.

Even Dong Mo and his group, who were protected by the sword energy barrier set up by the Sword Demon, were overwhelmed by this pressure and could hardly breathe. Their blood even felt like it was freezing.

Yin Lingsu's feet stopped in mid-air. She raised her head, her golden eyes gazing at the sky.

In the distance, a colorful cloud was drifting towards them, and on the cloud stood an old man.

The old man had deep-set eyes, white hair and beard, and a thin face. He wore a gray Taoist robe and looked like a hermit, with a touch of otherworldly elegance.

Yet, between the old man's brows and eyes, there was a faint, inhuman aura of death.

The old man had a faint halo of divine light behind his head, a mark only possessed by peak Nascent Soul cultivators.

It was none other than the patriarch of the Dong family—Dong Yan.

Yin Lingsu narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Hey, old ghost, you're still alive? After all these years, you still love to show off!"

As soon as Yin Lingsu said this, the oppressive aura surrounding Dong Mo and the other three instantly dissipated.

The old man's figure slowly descended from the colorful clouds, landing ten feet away from Yin Lingsu. He glanced at Dong Zhan, who was being trampled on the ground, then at Yin Lingsu, and a smile appeared on his aged face.

"Fellow Daoist Yin is joking. How many more years can this old body of mine last?"

Dong Yan paused, his tone becoming serious: "This young man is a member of my Dong family, and he has been ordered by me to apprehend a traitor to the family. If he has offended you, I hope you will forgive him."

Yin Lingsu raised an eyebrow but did not reply.

Standing on the spirit boat, Dong Mo looked at the Dong family patriarch who had suddenly appeared in the sky, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Clearly, his fourth uncle wasn't deliberately provoking Yin Lingsu, but rather...

They did their best to delay the arrival of the ancestor.