The white-haired youth and his companion certainly wanted to know the other party's true identity.
Judging from the Daoist's words, he should be a cultivator living on the Forsaken Continent, but they couldn't remember such a terrifying figure.
"My identity, you wouldn't know even if I told you. You're just a bunch of juniors!" Qianchong Zhenjun said faintly.
This time, the white-haired youth and the beautiful woman immediately closed their mouths. With a tacit understanding, the beautiful woman suddenly waved her slender hand forward.
Since the other party was unwilling to reveal his identity, then they would fight first and talk later.
They were in the rear mountain dense forest of the "Sacred Demon Palace," a heavily guarded area. The grand formation here had the effect of shielding all auras.
Although they didn't know how this Daoist got in, they wouldn't open the grand formation either, so as not to affect the disciples in the palace.
In this world, there was no single person who could withstand their joint attack.
One moment, the two sides were still talking.
The next moment, Qianchong Zhenjun, standing at the top of the tree, suddenly saw the space to his side slightly distort, and a point of cold light shot straight for his head.
Qianchong Zhenjun's expression did not change at all. He slowly raised his right hand, his thumb and middle finger forming a circle. Then, like Guanyin pinching a flower, he flicked it towards his ear.
His movements seemed slow, but he struck first despite starting later. The tip of his middle finger blurred and collided with the point of cold light.
All of this gave the beautiful woman and the white-haired youth an illusion. It happened extremely fast, yet it seemed as if ten thousand years had passed in an instant.
The Daoist's nonchalant act of raising his hand to resist, in the eyes of the two peerless experts below, sent a shock through their hearts.
The beautiful woman's seemingly casual strike, if not for deliberate control, would have instantly turned the entire "Sacred Demon City" into nothingness.
All cultivators below the Spirit Transformation stage would perish without any pain.
As long as that person was not a fool, he should not have used his physical body to receive her attack. The Daoist still had a horsetail whisk draped over his left arm, but he had no intention of using it at all.
A dazzling ball of light suddenly exploded to the right of the Daoist's head.
Then, a silver spear was completely exposed from the void. The spear's shaft was like jade, with two flood dragons rapidly churning and twisting on it.
The point of cold light from before was the snow-white, chilling spear tip. The incomparably sharp spear tip paused upon colliding with Qianchong Zhenjun's fingertip.
The majestic silver spear trembled violently, and the two flood dragons on its shaft bared their fangs and brandished their claws, pouncing towards Qianchong Zhenjun along the spear shaft.
But before they could leave the spear shaft, the Daoist's fingertip once again pushed against the tip of the silver-water-like spear, as if pushing away a blade of grass.
The two flood dragons, as if just emerging from the water, suddenly let out painful roars. The long spear, with a "whiz," flew backwards in a spiral, carrying a sharp whistling sound.
The beautiful woman below felt a sharp pain in her chest, and sweat poured down her smooth, jade-like forehead like rain.
All of this took less than half a breath. The beautiful woman's extremely sharp attack was like a child brandishing a stick in front of her opponent.
The silver-water-like spear was sent flying in a spiral, shattering the surrounding giant trees, which were seven or eight arm-spans in circumference, into pieces. In an instant, they turned into clouds of gray smoke and silently dissolved.
The white-haired youth at the side was greatly shocked. He had never thought that his junior sister, a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, would not even be able to take a single blow from the opponent.
The reason he hadn't immediately joined forces was, firstly, that he thought it was enough for his junior sister to test the opponent.
Secondly, if the opponent had used some heaven-defying restriction-breaking magical treasure to sneak in and play tricks, then he would be the back-up, delivering a fatal blow.
After all, if even a small cultivator could possess a heaven-defying spatial magical treasure, it wouldn't be surprising for the opponent to have another restriction-breaking magical treasure.
The reason the white-haired youth had these thoughts was that, as far as he knew, there was a mysterious sect on the Forsaken Continent called the "Evolving Treasure Sect."
It was said that the entire sect had no more than two or three people, but they cultivated the way of fortune, which was a very strange cultivation system.
Once they achieved something, they could rely on the power of fortune to dig graves and steal tombs, break formations, and search for treasures.
They specialized in entering those ancient, and even primordial, tombs and cave residences. With the blessing of fortune, they could be invincible and obtain one heaven-defying magical treasure, pill, and other treasures after another.
Just by relying on these magical treasures and pills, they could make their immortal path incomparably smooth.
So, when he saw a heaven-defying spatial magical treasure like the "Earthen Patch," and when Qianchong Zhenjun appeared silently above their heads, he suddenly thought of the "Evolving Treasure Sect."
Whether it was this legendary sect itself or the cultivators within it, they all liked to use one incredible magical treasure after another to play tricks.
Moreover, since he began to cultivate, Spirit Transformation cultivators had always been the strongest in this realm.
Especially when the white-haired youth himself reached the Spirit Transformation stage, although he couldn't be said to be invincible, even the top few old monsters of the Black Demon Clan were only on par with him in strength.
They couldn't gain any advantage from him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to deter the other party while sitting in the "Sacred Demon Palace."
From this, he concluded that Qianchong Zhenjun was only using the power of a magical treasure, which was why he could smoothly sneak into the "Sacred Demon Palace" and play tricks.
Seeing his junior sister suffer a loss with one move, he was first surprised. A sweep of his Divine Sense showed that her aura was quickly recovering and she didn't seem to be injured.
The white-haired youth's arrogant heart swelled, and a killing intent he hadn't felt in many years arose.
He gently raised his eyes, and a small black mountain silently appeared above Qianchong Zhenjun's head. The moment it appeared, it ruthlessly smashed down without any mercy.
Qianchong Zhenjun, standing at the top of the tree, frowned. He had already shown mercy just now. Every bit of this wisp of divine will he consumed was one bit less.
Unexpectedly, the other party didn't appreciate it and was still attacking.
The horsetail whisk hanging on his arm suddenly flew up on its own. The snow-white threads of dust rose up and supported a corner of the small mountain that was smashing down.
It was like an octopus holding up a giant mountain, so uncoordinated.
The seemingly weak and powerless threads of dust, with incredible speed, supported the small mountain in the air. Then, the threads of dust suddenly spun.
A crisp sound rang out in the white-haired youth's mind. Before he could react, the magical treasure suddenly lost its connection with him. Then, a small mountain flew in a spiral towards his head.
At the same time, the snow-white threads of dust all retreated. At this time, the connection between the white-haired youth and the small black mountain was re-established.
He hurriedly formed a hand seal, and the small black mountain that was falling immediately hovered three zhang above his head.
With a light touch, the opponent had easily severed the connection between him and the magical treasure he had refined. Seeing that the Daoist standing on the tree had no intention of continuing the attack, how could the white-haired youth and his companion not know that this was the opponent showing mercy?
From the white-haired youth's attack to the small black mountain pressing down on his own head, it was less than half a breath. At this time, the beautiful woman had just taken back the silver spear and held it in her hand.
In just about one breath, the exchange of blows between the two sides was as fast as lightning. Only the two Supreme Elders of the "Sacred Demon Palace" knew the danger involved.
Sweat began to seep from their foreheads, and they had already lost their usual composure and calmness that had been unchanged for ten thousand years.
"Senior..."
A sense of fear had already arisen in the depths of the white-haired youth's eyes. A battle didn't have to be earth-shattering. The moment they struck, they immediately knew that the gap between them and their opponent was like the difference between clouds and mud.
This time, Qianchong Zhenjun directly interrupted him.
"Does the agreement your demon clan once made with the human race no longer exist?"
This time, the white-haired youth and the beautiful woman suddenly remembered the voice that had come at the very beginning. That sentence also seemed to be asking them if the demon clan had forgotten their agreement.
Then they thought of the mercy the other party had shown just now.
"A human great power!"
The two of them thought of what the previous generation's guardian had said about the era of Xiahou Shangxie.
"Senior, you are that human great power!!!"
"It seems you have already forgotten the agreement of the past. The human race does not need your special care, but you actually started to secretly kill my human cultivators for the sake of a magical treasure.
If I hadn't happened to rush back, and if I weren't the refiner of this treasure, wouldn't my successor have been buried in your hands? Hmph!"
Qianchong Zhenjun's tone was filled with a chilling intent. The white-haired youth and the beautiful woman, however, felt wronged in their hearts.
'With such a magical treasure appearing, any cultivator would be moved. Moreover, nowadays, there is no big difference in status between human cultivators and other races...'
After they had roughly judged the other party's identity and remembered the previous generation's guardian's instructions, cold sweat poured down their backs.
This person, with his own power alone, had scared Xiahou Shangxie into fleeing with his men. They asked themselves how their cultivation and intelligence could compare to Xiahou Shangxie, a hero of a generation.
"Senior, it's not that we intentionally wanted to refine this treasure, but one of my disciples is inside this treasure..."
"Your disciple? That female disciple is also my successor. How she joined your sect, I'm sure you know better than I do!" Qianchong Zhenjun said with disdain.
The white-haired youth and the beautiful woman couldn't help but look at each other. They had, of course, heard from Shanggong Changge.
Zhao Min was a senior sister and junior brother pair she had met on the road. In the end, by using the treatment of the other party's junior brother as a lure, she had half-coerced and half-forced the other party into the White Demon Clan.
However, in their view, there was nothing wrong with this. It was a matter of mutual consent. They hadn't really forced the other party.
But what reason could be spoken in the face of strength? They usually treated other cultivators the same way.
"Since Zhao Min's sect was passed down by this human great power, it was said to be extremely dilapidated back then."
From the meaning of this human great power, he himself should have been away from the Forsaken Continent for a long time, which led to the decline of this sect.
The white-haired youth and his companion could tell from the information passed down from the previous generation of "Sacred Demon Palace" guardians that this human great power did not want to expose himself to others back then.
Then, the sect he founded would naturally not be known to anyone. This really made sense.
"This junior... really didn't know that Zhao Min was senior's disciple. If I had known, I would never have dared to accept her as a disciple!"
The white-haired youth could only say this at this time. He and the beautiful woman were in extreme pain in their hearts. The price they had spent on Zhao Min could not be measured by spirit stones and how many natural treasures.
Where would they find another "Ice Soul Blue Jade Body" in the future?
"Senior, Zhao Min is a rare genius. The constitution she possesses is precisely suitable for cultivating my demon clan's divine art..." the beautiful woman said, gritting her teeth, to Qianchong Zhenjun. She was naturally unwilling to let Zhao Min leave so easily.
"Your cultivation method? Hehehe... She won't be staying in the mortal world. I will send her to the Immortal Spirit Realm!"
Qianchong Zhenjun directly extinguished all of the other party's hopes, which made the beautiful woman's mouth taste bitter.
In terms of the other party's strength, the cultivation method that their demon clan regarded as a supreme treasure was really not worth mentioning in the other party's eyes.
"Also, I won't be staying here for long. After taking away my disciples, I hope you can abide by the previous agreement!"
As he said this, Qianchong Zhenjun's figure had already gradually faded from the top of the tree and disappeared. The dense forest's grand formation still gave no warning.
After a long time, the beautiful woman said with some loss of spirit, "This senior is indeed an expert from the Immortal Spirit Realm. I always thought that as long as there was another late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator in the palace who could contend with the Black Demon Clan, then the two of us could ascend to the Immortal Spirit Realm at any time. At that time, it would be our time to soar through the nine heavens and show our style.
Even in the Immortal Spirit Realm, there would be a place for me. To not even last half a breath, our strength is really not worth mentioning, so weak!!"