At first, they didn't pay much attention, thinking it was the sunlight reflecting off the glazed tiles. Who knew that the golden light grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of them!

Only then did everyone react. That was not sunlight, but the golden light emitted by a magic treasure itself!

The target was a disciple at the initial Foundation Establishment stage at the very edge, named Pang Yi, one of the few male disciples in this trip.

He was also the one who said that Chaoxia Palace looked like a giant gold ingot just now.

In a flash, the frosty blade slashed, shattering towards it with a whoosh.

Staring at the golden light carrying a chilling murderous aura flying towards them, everyone surprisingly conjured up this phrase.

It was too late to block it!

Pang Yi couldn't find his voice, only able to widen his eyes.

He knew with his cultivation level, whether he raised his hand or unleashed a magic treasure from his sleeve, he couldn't be faster than the golden light.

As for the others, being further away, they probably couldn't save him either.

Could it be that I will perish here!!!

Only when death approaches does one realize how unpleasant that feeling is.

Ding————!

The sound lingered in the ears, like the long reverberations of a copper chime struck by monks in a temple, yet far more shrill. Everyone was stunned by the ringing in their ears before coming back to their senses.

They then saw that the golden light had disappeared at some point, leaving a delicate and exquisite gold awl about an inch long on the ground.

It was this pretty little thing that nearly took Pang Yi's life just now.

Zhou Yin retracted his hand into his sleeve, his expression indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him.

The moment the gold awl came piercing through the air, Yun Zong had already flown into the sky, throwing out a high-grade Waves Washing Sand Talisman. Everything happened almost simultaneously!

The Waves Washing Sand Talisman was a high-grade water-attribute talisman that could sell for two high-grade spirit stones on the market. It was also given to him by Zhou Yin.

The corner of Zhou Yin's mouth twitched.

Seeing their fellow disciple out of danger, everyone let out a sigh of relief in unison. Pang Yi was even covered in cold sweat. Only then did they realize that in that instant of spacing out just now, their minds seemed to have gone blank as if their souls were captured.

They saw the Waves Washing Sand Talisman being thrown, transforming into a water pillar in mid-air, like a water tornado. With a boom, it shot up into the sky, even shaking the barrier above Tianyan Sect.

Countless people were alarmed by the commotion here.

"What happened, what happened!"

"Could it be that demon beasts have broken in?!"

This was natural because not only did the talisman have its own attribute, but it also carried half a month's worth of Zhou Yin's spiritual power. When Yun Zong threw it out, he added his own spiritual power on top of it.

A early Core Formation stage cultivator, a late Core Formation stage cultivator, and a high-grade water talisman.

The corner of Zhou Yin's mouth couldn't help but twitch again. He immediately understood Yun Zong's intention.

Under the might of the water pillar, a yellow figure had no choice but to reveal himself to dodge. If he didn't show himself, he would have been sucked in.

That person stood on a golden leaf, lightly floating down to the ground, maintaining a not-too-far, not-too-close distance from them.

Although his temperament was slightly feminine, it did not detract from his handsome appearance. Wearing a tall hat and wide belt, with broad sleeves fluttering, he originally had a hint of immortal air about him.

However, the expression on his face was far from being untainted by worldly affairs. Moreover, having just been hit by the water pillar, his sleeve was torn open, making him look a bit disheveled.

This was an early Core Formation stage cultivator.

The Shangxuan Sect disciples were stunned into silence by his appearance, including Pang Yi who had just been ambushed.

The other party let out a cold laugh, "So this is the upbringing of your sect, launching a sneak attack without a word. How despicable!"

Only then did everyone react, glaring angrily and retorting.

"It was you who just launched the sneak attack?"

"Is this how you treat guests?!"

That person said, "I was just giving a greeting, how would I know that Shangxuan Sect's people can't even take a joke!"

Zhou Yin noticed that on the hem of his robe, there was also a small emblem, but it wasn't any of the trigrams. Instead, it was the Taiji symbol.

"State your name," Yun Zong said calmly.

The other party looked at him arrogantly. "My name doesn't change when I walk, my surname doesn't change when I sit. Shen Zhaoyi of Tianyan Sect."

Hearing that he was from Tianyan Sect, everyone was in an uproar.

On the first day of arriving here, being neglected was one thing. But they were representing Shangxuan Sect after all. They never expected someone to dare to provoke them, and he was even the host.

Pang Yi's face turned even redder. Hearing him using the entire Shangxuan Sect's reputation as a cover, he forcibly held back from speaking to avoid everyone arguing because of him.

Various magic treasures' lights flashed in the sky as people who heard the commotion earlier arrived one after another.

Monk robes, Daoist robes, men and women, not only people from Tianyan Sect but also from other sects all came to join in the excitement.

It could be seen that the nature of being busybodies was not limited by gender or age.

Everyone looked at the scene. Oh ho, one person against a group of people, with the larger group almost unanimously filled with righteous indignation.

"What's going on here?" A slightly authoritative voice rang out.

A middle-aged man in gray robes walked over, steady as a mountain, his sharp aura concealed within. He was actually a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Seeing him, the young man in yellow robes broke into a smile, "Shishu, you've finally arrived!"

His words carried an undisguised intimacy.

"You naughty boy, causing mischief again!" The gray-robed cultivator scolded with a laugh. "What exactly happened?"

The young man in yellow pouted, still looking a bit aggrieved, "I saw that these friends from Shangxuan Sect had come from afar, each with refined cultivation. I wanted to play a little joke, but who knew that the moment they made a move, it was a killing technique!"

Could it be that the two major sects in the world were going to clash?

The surrounding spectators became even more intrigued.