The Lady Boss's bright eyes also flashed with surprise.
She wasn't some reclusive person. Originally, she was a little suspicious that Miao Yi was acquainted with them and knew what they were capable of. That was why he was purposely putting on an act to win their favor. In reality, he was just trying to get close to them.
However, the scene before her eyes was definitely not an act. Trapped in a tight encirclement, he fought with a calm mind, as if he didn't care about his own life.
It was understandable if it was someone with a high cultivation base, but Miao Yi's cultivation base was mediocre. He didn't have profound transcendence energy, nor did he have the help of a transcendent artifact. Yet, he displayed the bravery and temperament of a hot-blooded man to the fullest. Not to mention women, even men who saw this scene could only be described as shocked.
The Lady Boss was now very curious about who Miao Yi's master was. Looking at Miao Yi's moves, it was clear that he was using a method to deal with group attacks. Those who hadn't experienced being ganged up on before wouldn't be able to understand such a method.
In the cultivation world, those who dared to deal with group attacks were usually those with profound transcendence energy. They could suppress the crowd by themselves. Otherwise, they would naturally run away to save their lives. However, the person teaching Miao Yi clearly had extraordinary experience.
For Miao Yi to be so proficient in dealing with group attacks at such a young age, it was obvious that he had gone through a long period of training. It was impossible for Miao Yi to comprehend it on his own. She could see it from the moment he calmly closed his eyes.
She didn't know how Miao Yi's master had taught Miao Yi like this. This was not a common interpretation of the secular world. Stories of a martial artist being able to fight against as many enemies as one could be exaggerated. Without the support of transcendence energy, it was impossible to cultivate Miao Yi's skills. Miao Yi's attacks had already fused his body, arts, and spear together.
Skills might be easy to teach, but this temperament, this kind of calm in the face of danger, was difficult to teach. A master without a big heart would not be able to teach such a disciple. The Lady Boss was very curious as to which master in the cultivation world could teach such a disciple. Presumably, that master was no ordinary person!
The sound of the lute had stopped at some point.
Bang bang bang! With his eyes closed, Miao Yi dragged his spear and swept it across the ground, then quickly pulled it back and swept it back.
Six zombies, whose legs had been broken by the spearhead, had yet to completely fall to the ground, but their heads had been smashed by the cold light that swept back. One by one, they flew backward and struggled on the ground, unable to get up again.
The last six zombies fell to the ground. Hundreds of zombies had their stomachs and intestines spilling out, or had their limbs broken, or were covered in sticky black blood. The ground was covered in a disgusting and ghastly sight. Some of their limbs were still twitching.
With the spear in his hand, Miao Yi abruptly opened his eyes and stared at the red-clothed woman who was hugging the white-boned lute. He slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at her.
The woman in red also stood up in a daze. She stared at Miao Yi with her mouth agape. She was also quite shocked by Miao Yi.
Inside the temple, the Lady Boss stared at Miao Yi with a glint in her eyes.
The confucian scholar and the rest looked at each other in dismay. More than a hundred zombies were actually all killed by a brat with a cultivation at White Lotus First Grade just like that?
Miao Yi suddenly turned around to look at them, and bellowed furiously, "If you don't leave now, then when?! Do you really want to drag me to my death here? "
The rage in his heart was simply indescribable. He was originally trying to buy time for them so that it would be easier for them to escape. Who knew that this bunch of bastards would actually still be here.
If it weren't for these few people reminding him in time to save his life, he wouldn't have risked his life here. He would have long since escaped.
The confucian scholar and the rest were a little embarrassed. Did they play the other party a little too hard? The other party was obviously already at the limit of grief and indignation.
They looked at the Lady Boss as if asking, 'What should we do now?'
But the Lady Boss, who was brimming with a wild charm, curled her lips in displeasure. She seemed to be a little unhappy that Miao Yi dared to get angry at her.
The sound of the lute once again slowly resounded in the temple.
The red-clothed woman leisurely plucked the strings with her ten fingers, and faintly said, "I didn't think that a White Lotus First Grade cultivator like you would actually have such abilities. I have underestimated you. You are called Miao Yi, right? Miao Yi, if you are willing to stay and be my Yin Yang dual cultivation partner, then I will no longer make things difficult for you. From now on, you and I will love each other, and forget about the troubles of this world. How about it? "
Under the moonlight after the rain, the rhythm of the lute's sound suddenly became quite emotional. The red-clothed woman's eyes also seemed to be filled with tenderness.
The corner of the Lady Boss's mouth curled up in disdain. Women often acted like this when they didn't like another woman.
Her gaze fell on Miao Yi, waiting for his reaction.
"Can I consider it?" Miao Yi asked.
As soon as he said this, the sarcasm in the corner of the Lady Boss's mouth became even stronger.
The red-clothed woman smiled sweetly and said, "I hope you won't make me wait too long!"
"It won't be too long." Miao Yi lifted his spear and leaped over the corpses of the zombies on the ground. He landed under the eaves of the temple, turned around and walked in.
The Lady Boss and the others who were hiding by the window of the temple saw him enter, and were so frightened that their legs turned to jelly and they couldn't run anymore.
Miao Yi helplessly shook his head, thinking that he had forgotten that these people were mortals. They were already so frightened that they didn't dare to run around.
Inside the temple, the red-clothed woman hugged the white-boned lute and raised her head to gaze at the moon. Her hands plucked the lute, her red skirt fluttering as she sang and danced gracefully.
She wasn't afraid that Miao Yi would run away. Miao Yi and Mo Shengtu had fought for a while, and then battled fiercely with over a hundred zombies. His transcendence energy must have been almost depleted. Even if he wanted to run, he wouldn't be able to escape from her grasp.
Indeed, he didn't make her wait for too long. Miao Yi's voice came from inside the hall, "I've thought it through."
The red-clothed woman chuckled, "What do you mean?"
"Come in and talk."
She only heard Miao Yi's voice, but didn't see his figure.
The red-clothed woman's gaze flickered. She wasn't afraid that Miao Yi would play any tricks. She spread her arms, and lightly landed on the eaves of the long corridor. Hugging the white-boned lute, she leisurely entered. She saw Miao Yi standing tall in the house with his spear in hand, and the few commoners behind him, trembling with fear.
The red-clothed woman casually swept the strings of the lute, and lightly stroked her hair. She smiled and said, "I hope Husband will not disappoint me."
"I will definitely not disappoint you!" Miao Yi single-handedly held up a porcelain bottle that the cook used to store condiments.
"What is this?" The red-clothed woman asked curiously.
Miao Yi suddenly threw the bottle out, and fiercely struck it with his spear.
Pa! A cloud of smoke exploded inside the house.
The red-clothed woman waved her sleeves, invoking her arts to sweep them away, not allowing the dust to come close to her body. Only then did she hear Miao Yi shout sternly, "Yin Dispersal Powder!"
"Yin Dispersal Powder?" The red-clothed woman's expression changed abruptly. She didn't know what to think, but she felt as if her soul was about to leave her body. She let out a shrill scream, and hurriedly dashed out of the temple.
Miao Yi had heard about Yin Dispersal Powder from Yan Xiu the last time he told him about coming here to kill ghost cultivators.
It was said that this item was made by grinding the inner core of the ghost cultivator's nemesis, the drought demon. It was an item of extreme Yang. If an ordinary ghost cultivator were to come into contact with even a little of it, they would basically be burned to death. At the very least, they would be burned to the point that their strength would be greatly reduced, or their vitality would be greatly damaged.
From the red-clothed woman's expression changing at the mention of it, it was obvious how much of a deterrent this item was to ghost cultivators.
At the same time, several silhouettes had already dashed out of the temple's back door under the moonlight, fleeing into the mountain forest.
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