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What Li Xiaoyao's cultivation level was, actually wasn't important. Using cultivation level to measure Li Xiaoyao's actual combat power was, to begin with, unreliable. If we were talking about cultivation level, Li Xiaoyao was merely a Fourth Rank Spirit Cultivation Realm cultivator. However, in reality, he possessed numerous trump cards. An incomplete Golden Body, powerful spells and martial techniques, along with an extraordinary Mysterious System. All these were Li Xiaoyao's capital for dominating the Spirit Cultivation Realm. By grievously injuring Elder Wu with just one finger, Li Xiaoyao had earned respect in front of the Xuan Sect's elders, as well as won corresponding rights to speak. "Disciples who will join the mission to the Human Realm, introduce yourselves to Elder Li," Jiang Lichun said indifferently. The crowd came back to their senses, only then remembering that today the Xuan Sect's high-level members had gathered to discuss matters regarding the Human Realm. "Ye Yisheng, descendant of the Life Line of Xuan Sect, Third Rank Abstinence Realm cultivation level." "Li Xingchen, descendant of the Divination Line of Xuan Sect, Fifth Rank Abstinence Realm cultivation level." This young man was Liu Chengxiang's senior disciple, who had previously scorned Li Xiaoyao. After witnessing his methods, he now harbored only awe in his heart. "Yun Tianyu, descendant of the Mountain Line of Xuan Sect, Ninth Rank Abstinence Realm cultivation level." This person was Jiang Lichun's eldest disciple and the strongest cultivator among the younger generation of Xuan Sect. After the introductions of the disciples who would join the mission to the Human Realm, Jiang Lichun said, "This time, Elder Li Xiaoyao will lead the team and guide you to the Human Realm. In the Human Realm, you must follow his commands in all matters. Do you understand?" "Understood," the crowd responded. Li Xiaoyao had already displayed his formidable strength, commanding respect from everyone there. The weak have always respected the strong, and even if they felt some dissatisfaction in their hearts, they could only swallow it down. ... The calm waters of Xi Lake were shattered, wave after wave surging higher than the last, continuously battering the Leifeng Pagoda. The water was over half a meter deep, submerging the first three levels of steps of Leifeng Pagoda. The abbot stood in front of the doors to Leifeng Pagoda, anxiously looking towards Xiao Qing in the distance, but helpless to do anything. He did not know where this woman came from or what her identity was, but what he could ascertain was that she possessed terrifying cultivation levels. If he were to step out of the formation, he would be immediately attacked. However, the formation could withstand attacks from cultivators, but it couldn't resist natural disasters. If things continued this way, everyone inside Leifeng Pagoda would soon drown. The monks, who had been chanting scriptures, had already run out from the tower, their faces pale with fright at the sudden calamity. These monks were just ordinary ascetics with no cultivation of spiritual energy, ignorant of the existence of cultivators. After separating from Da Lin Temple, other than controlling the replacement of generations of abbots, the rest of the monks were ordinary people. Xiao Qing stood outside the formation, her face cold as ice. Her goal was to rescue her sister; whoever dared to obstruct her, she would kill. She didn't consider whether it would cause harm to the innocent. "Who exactly are you, and why are you attacking Leifeng Pagoda? We are just ordinary ascetics; what grudge do you have against us?" The abbot, his face clouded with anger, shouted at Xiao Qing. Xiao Qing's gaze pierced through the layers of rain, locking eyes with the abbot, and asked, "Do you know what is suppressed underneath this Leifeng Pagoda?" The abbot felt a shiver in his heart, and fear sprouted from within. Trying to appear calm, he responded, "Beneath this pagoda, there is nothing." Xiao Qing let out a cold laugh, as with her cultivation level, it was obvious to her that the monk was lying. "Ascetics should not tell lies; little monk, you have broken your vows." Xiao Qing's lips curved into a tempting smile, and with a light flick of her thin sword in the air, she said, "The old monk Fahai was indeed a bit annoying, but he never lied to deceive me. It's been over a thousand years, and how has his lineage degenerated so? They've even learned to speak falsehoods." Hearing Xiao Qing's words, the abbot felt his fear intensify. "Who exactly are you?" Although the abbot had guessed Xiaoqing's identity, he still refused to believe it. That was a character from myth and legend, standing in front of him now, which was utterly absurd. "My name is Xiaoqing; the one suppressed under the pagoda is my sister," Xiaoqing said, her eyes seeming to speak, "Little Monk, release my sister, and I will leave. If you refuse, I fear the consequences are more than you can handle." The abbot gulped down a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Are you... the Green Snake?" "Since you know who I am, release my sister quickly. Do you really want me to bring down the Leifeng Pagoda?" Xiaoqing's tone chilled, and she demanded. "The formation was personally laid out by Zen Master Fahai, and no one can break it," the abbot shook his head and said. "Is that so?" Xiaoqing smiled faintly, and the surging waters of the lake instantly rose a few more meters, beginning to pound against the Leifeng Pagoda. The abbot was anxious; the pagoda was sturdy, capable of withstanding the impact of the lake waters, but the disciples inside it would not be able to hold on for long under the barrage of the waters. They seemed to be enveloped by the vast lake waters, and it appeared that all they could do was wait for their death. At the height of the abbot's anxiety, streaks of figures suddenly came flying from afar. On closer inspection, these figures were actually flying through the air by controlling their Qi. "Called for help?" Xiaoqing looked towards the sound, her gaze calm, and remained unaffected by the sudden appearance of the cultivators. There were three people in total: one, with dark eyes dressed in black, walking on a sword, had a handsome appearance and appeared to be only in his twenties. The other two, with white eyebrows and white beards, one was standing on a gourd, and the other was flying through the air. Although they did not intentionally show off their aura, the powerful presence that naturally exuded from them commanded fear. "Those people are flying!" "My goodness, there are actually people who can fly." The monks gathered at the entrance of the Leifeng Pagoda exclaimed in shock upon seeing the three monks hanging in mid-air. The abbot turned and scolded, "All of you, go inside." Though curious, the monks could sense something was amiss with the atmosphere and didn't dare to linger, hurrying into the pagoda one by one. "Gui Cang pays respect to the three Elder Uncles," the abbot said, bowing slightly with his hands pressed together in front of the three monks in the sky. "No need for such formalities," came a voice from above. The elder with white eyebrows looked down at the restless waters of Xi Lake, and his long brows knitted slightly as he inquired, "What's going on here?" Gui Cang immediately reported, "Reporting to Elder Uncle Yuan Wu, this woman came to Leifeng Pagoda to demand the release of the demon suppressed underneath. When the disciples refused, she used spells, trying to flood the Leifeng Pagoda." "Oh?" Gui Cang looked at Xiaoqing in surprise and demanded, "Who are you? How dare you cause such a disturbance at Leifeng Pagoda?" "Troublesome," Xiaoqing said impatiently, frowning. Without wasting words, she swept her sword upwards, sending a fierce Sword Qi slashing towards Gui Cang. The Sword Qi evaporated the rainwater in its path, and the space turned hot and twisted. A flicker of surprise passed through Gui Cang's eyes, and he quickly formed hand seals with his right hand, slapping them towards the Sword Qi. "Bang!" The hand seals collided with the Sword Qi, unleashing a terrifying energy that sent the white-bearded monk on the gourd retreating hundreds of meters before that energy dispersed. Such frightful Sword Qi caused the three to change their expressions dramatically.