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Outside the chamber, Yan Yuehua and the Feng sisters silently approached the innermost door. Then, with a deafening crash, the heavy doors blasted open.

Dust and debris filled the air, and before the leader or his deputies could fully react, Yan Yuehua, Feng Qian, and Feng Yu strode into the chamber, their spiritual senses sweeping through to assess the number of people inside.

The leader rose from his stone chair, his twisted grin faltering for the first time as he saw the intruders.

"Who the hell are you?" he snarled, his voice dripping with arrogance, though a flicker of unease passed through his eyes.

Yan Yuehua\'s expression was cold and unyielding. "Your end."

Her words hung in the air like a death sentence. The leader\'s eyes darted to his deputies, who stood frozen in place, their earlier confidence draining away.

Though they had killed many people, they had never faced their enemies head-on. Instead, they relied on dirty tricks or used sacrificial formations to do their work for them.

Yan Yuehua\'s gaze never left the leader. "You two," she addressed Feng Qian and Feng Yu without turning her head. "Deal with the deputies and their lackeys. Leave the leader to me."

With a nod, the Feng sisters sprang into action.

Feng Sisters vs. Deputies and Confidants

The two deputies immediately summoned dark spiritual qi, filling the chamber with their combined aura, the air growing thick with malice.

Around them, their confidants—cultivators ranging from late Foundation to early Gold Core—rushed forward, hoping to overwhelm the Feng sisters with sheer numbers.

"Kill them!" one of the deputies shouted, desperation flashing in his eyes.

But Feng Qian and Feng Yu were unfazed. They split up, each facing their respective opponents with cold determination.

Feng Qian\'s talismans flew through the air like deadly arrows.

The first wave of evil cultivators barely had time to react before the talismans exploded upon contact, filling the cave with bursts of spiritual fire.

The stench of burning flesh filled the air as the first group of confidants fell, their bodies reduced to ash.

One of the more powerful confidants, an early Gold Core cultivator, charged at Feng Qian, his blade glowing with dark energy.

"Die and become our nutrients!" he snarled, swinging his sword in a wide arc, aiming for her head.

Feng Qian sidestepped the attack effortlessly, her eyes cold and calculating. With a flick of her wrist, a glowing talisman appeared between her fingers.

She slapped it onto the man\'s chest before he could react. A second later, his body convulsed violently as the talisman detonated, tearing him apart from the inside.

His lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

Meanwhile, Feng Yu was locked in battle with the second deputy and his confidants.

Her sword cut through the air with deadly precision, slicing through her enemies as if they were nothing more than paper.

The dark energy summoned by the evil cultivators barely slowed her down. Every time one of them tried to strike, she weaved through their attacks effortlessly, her blade always finding its mark.

Frustrated, the second deputy launched a barrage of dark energy blasts toward Feng Yu, pouring more and more spiritual qi into his attacks in a desperate attempt to overwhelm her.

But Feng Yu was faster. Her sword, glowing with silvery light, deflected the blasts with each swing, sending them crashing into the cave walls.

"Why won\'t you just die?!" the deputy roared, his voice growing more frantic with every failed attack.

Feng Yu\'s expression remained cold and unyielding. "Because you\'re too weak."

With a burst of speed, she closed the distance between them. Her sword whistled through the air, aimed at his chest.

The deputy raised his arms in a futile attempt to block, but it was too late.

Feng Yu\'s blade cut through his defenses, leaving a deep, gaping wound across his torso. He staggered back, gasping for air as blood poured from the wound.

"You… You\'ll regret this!" the deputy spat, his voice weak, barely able to stand.

Feng Yu said nothing. With a final, decisive strike, she ended the deputy\'s life. His body crumpled to the ground, joining the growing pile of corpses.

By now, the remaining confidants were shaking with fear.

They had watched their leaders fall one by one, powerless to stop the might of the Feng sisters.

Panic set in as they tried to flee, but Feng Qian was ready. She threw a stack of talismans towards the running people.

More talismans flew through the air, igniting the cave with spiritual fire. Their screams echoed off the stone walls as the fire consumed them, leaving only ashes behind.

The battle was over in minutes.

Feng Qian and Feng Yu stood amidst the blood-soaked chamber, their spiritual qi crackling around them. They exchanged a glance, their expressions cool and focused.

"Not much of a challenge," Feng Yu muttered, wiping her blade clean.

Feng Qian nodded. "Let\'s check on sister Yuehua."

But they didn\'t need to worry. Yan Yuehua was a Nascent Soul cultivator, while the evil leader was only at the peak of the Golden Core realm. The outcome was never in doubt.

From their gathered intelligence, they knew the leader\'s strength came from sacrificing innocents or using heavenly materials to elevate his cultivation forcefully.

He was what they called a "fake cultivator"—someone whose foundation was so unstable that it could crumble under the slightest pressure.

Such cultivators were rare, for who would willingly choose a path that would eventually ruin them?

Only those with low-level talents, who lacked the natural aptitude for cultivation, resorted to such dangerous methods.

Meanwhile, true cultivators avoided unnecessary conflict unless it was personal. Most confrontations were settled by merely sensing each other\'s aura, knowing full well that one\'s cultivation realm spoke volumes.