However, regardless of whether it could be helped or not, it's now a dead enemy situation.

That's not the worst of it; the key is that he is now heavily injured, with no escape.

Steadying himself, Sun Zhou was about to flee when he saw a streak of escape light flying straight toward him from afar, appearing menacing.

His face turned unsightly, and after a glance at the nearby Cyan Shadow Sword Butterfly, he made no further moves.

Because Sun Zhou was well aware that with this Cyan Shadow Sword Butterfly watching him, coupled with his severe injuries, it would be challenging to get away.

His heart was now filled with despair.

Sun Zhou never expected his luck to be so poor!

The plan was clearly well laid, and he had already fled far, yet still couldn't escape.

Soon, the escape light reached before him, the radiance dissipating to reveal Gu Yuan's figure. He wore an ambiguous smile, "Sensing danger and casting blame, you indeed have decisive courage..."

As he spoke, a dragon-like silver sword light wandered around, its chilling killing intent made Sun Zhou's hair stand on end, prompting him to hastily say, "Fellow Daoist Gu, please hold your hand, I have something to say!"

He actually recognized my identity?

Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised, and glanced at the Cyan Shadow Sword Butterfly, immediately understanding.

Indeed, with the presence of the Cyan Shadow Sword Butterfly, recognizing his identity was no surprise.

"Go on, I want to see what you have to say."

Gu Yuan smirked slightly, looking at Sun Zhou with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, this is all my wealth. Besides the two stalks of Netherworld Grass, there are also some Spirit Medicines I recently gathered. I beg you to spare my life, and I'll surely obey your commands in the future!"

Sun Zhou gritted his teeth and took a storage pouch from his waist, and despite his heartache, he resolutely handed it over to Gu Yuan.

He was well aware that he was now at Gu Yuan's mercy, his life hanging by Gu Yuan's whim.

Considering what he had done earlier, if he were Gu Yuan, he would definitely not spare himself.

Only by offering all his possessions might he have a slim chance of survival.

Gu Yuan accepted the storage pouch, his Divine Thought probing into it, then looked at Sun Zhou. Instead of responding, he asked, "You're not from Qinzhou, are you?"

"I was born in Red Leaf Valley, Bingzhou, disciple of Golden Core True Person Huo Feng."

Sun Zhou replied honestly.

Red Leaf Valley? Huo Feng?

Gu Yuan glanced at him.

Red Leaf Valley, though considered an Immortal Dao Sect, was clearly lacking in foundation compared to Great Immortal Sects like Medicine King Mountain and Gu God Sect.

For common loose cultivators, it was a colossal entity that couldn't be offended at all.

But for Gu Yuan… it's not much of a concern.

He was a disciple of Medicine King Mountain, and his current cultivation and strength could easily qualify him as a True Disciple of Medicine King Mountain.

With such status and his impressive record of slaying two Golden Cores, why would Gu Yuan care about Red Leaf Valley?

Of course, if the Yin Spirit Ancestor of Red Leaf Valley appeared, Gu Yuan would indeed be cautious. But merely Sun Zhou… posed no concern to him.

As for his master Huo Feng, a Golden Core Great Cultivator, Gu Yuan smirked. He had killed two of them before, why would he fear a small sect's Golden Core?

"I'll take this."

Gu Yuan tossed the storage pouch up and down, weighing it, then looked at Sun Zhou, whose expression became increasingly uneasy, and smiled, "As for you, I'll send you on your way."

"You..."

Hearing this, Sun Zhou's face turned bloodless, and just as he was about to speak, a flash of sword light sliced his head off.

"My fellow disciples, my teachers, they will… will avenge me!"

As the head fell, a broken Divine Thought was transmitted from within.

Sun Zhou's eyes stared fixedly at Gu Yuan, filled with venomous hatred, creating a terrifying sight.

"Revenge? Ha..."

Gu Yuan's gaze swept over a broken yellow talisman in his hand, his expression indifferent, showing little concern.

That yellow talisman probably sent the message to his fellow disciples, but so what?

At most, it would be just a minor inconvenience, nothing to dread.

Indeed, Red Leaf Valley might not be rich, but it still had a Yin Spirit Giant and several Golden Core Great Cultivators.

But from what Gu Yuan knew, that Yin Spirit Ancestor was aged and near the end of his life span, so he wouldn't risk coming here.

The rest, even if there were Golden Core Great Cultivators, couldn't scare him.

With a wave of his hand, Gu Yuan reduced Sun Zhou's body to dust, scattering it to the wind.

The Cyan Shadow Sword Butterfly fluttered its wings, leisurely landing on his shoulder alongside the Silver-backed Centipede, motionless.

Gu Yuan intended to leave, but suddenly, from below, a red brilliance flew out, pulling into a thin red line aiming directly beneath him.

"Damn, such a spiteful trap!"

His earlier calm expression shifted as Gu Yuan felt a chill from below, reaching his head.

He gritted his teeth, made a gesture, and the sword light of the Silver Flood Dragon Sword clashed with the red line.

Clang!

After a crisp sound of metal clashing, the red line halted, then bounced away.

It was indeed a half-foot-long red iron needle, covered with dense fine patterns, emitting a cold gleam.

Despite Gu Yuan's strike, the flying needle was unharmed, exuding a spiritual aura as it circled back and forth in the air, surprising Gu Yuan.

Clearly, this red flying needle's quality was not far behind his Silver Flood Dragon Sword.

"Are you also from Red Leaf Valley?"

Gu Yuan controlled the Silver Flood Dragon Sword, his eyes narrowing.

The silver sword light resonated proudly around him, while his gaze fixed on a figure in the distance.

The figure was a middle-aged scholar, dressed in a washed-out white scholar's robe, yet exuding a tranquil and distant aura that couldn't be underestimated.

"Indeed, I am Huo Feng, and young friend Gu just killed my disobedient disciple."

The middle-aged scholar spoke softly, and his gaze on Gu Yuan was not the least bit angry but exceptionally calm and detached.

Seeing him behave this way, Gu Yuan frowned instead, then sneered, "Oh, so are you planning to avenge your disciple?"

"Naturally, I wish to avenge him, but I already struck, and since you thwarted it, it means I can't do anything to you. Thus, there's no point in acting further, it would be a waste of effort."

Huo Feng candidly expressed his thoughts.

The underlying meaning was, there's no need to act now, finding an opportunity later would suffice.

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