At this moment, White Qing, full of frustration, was thinking that perhaps letting that brat go earlier would have been the better choice.

The incoming sword strike was powerful, not giving White Qing any time to regret. He could only grit his teeth and expend every bit of energy to defend himself.

But repeating the same move in a short time is always difficult, and White Qing was already struggling to gather enough energy to resist the attack.

This time, the purple-clad woman, Purple Yun, was using all her strength, adding the momentum of her spinning body to her strike.

With force upon force, White Qing’s defense crumbled, and he was forced to retreat, step by step.

Purple Yun, even with her injuries, was so focused and determined that she almost forgot the fire poison still affecting her body. Instead, she was lost in the battle, exhilarated by the strength of the attacks.

The youth, under her command, had instructed her with such precision: The first strike caught White Qing off guard and exploited a weak spot. The second stabilized the situation, forcing White Qing into defense. The third was simple but effective, pushing him back decisively.

Even in her prime, it would have been hard for Purple Yun to achieve such a result in only three moves. But this young man, seemingly just a son of a small family in Cloud City, had achieved this with such ease.

"Hey, what are you waiting for?" Seeing that Purple Yun was momentarily stunned by the result, Tang Yan couldn’t help but shout, “Hurry up and strike, cut his head off!”

Purple Yun snapped back to her senses at Tang Yan's words and quickly moved to strike again, but White Qing, having regained some of his composure, was prepared this time and narrowly avoided the attack.

"Seriously, how did you even make it to the Heavenly Realm with such bad battle experience?" Tang Yan sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. "You should've pressed your advantage when you had the chance."

Yet, despite her mistake, Purple Yun’s strength forced White Qing back once more. At this point, White Qing had already lost his will to win. His only thought was to escape from the situation.

However, when he noticed that he was flying toward Tang Yan, his eyes narrowed with malice. This brat had interrupted his plans—he was going to kill him for it.

Tang Yan, who had been following the flow of the battle, immediately saw White Qing’s trajectory and knew that this was his chance.

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Using the power of his Heaven and Earth Transformation Fire, he gathered it quickly in his palm and shot a burst of blue flame at White Qing’s throat. In a split second, White Qing’s neck was punctured, and he died without uttering a single scream.

Purple Yun, having just realized what had happened, rushed to Tang Yan’s side in shock. "Did you kill him?"

"Well, he was trying to kill me, and I just made a mistake. He got killed in the process," Tang Yan replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Purple Yun stood there, stunned. Just moments ago, she had thought Tang Yan was some foolish, flirtatious boy. Now, she had seen firsthand how this "boy" was capable of killing a Heavenly Realm expert with ease.

She was perplexed—how could someone who seemed so weak earlier, so harmless, have the strength to deal such a blow? Yet, it seemed impossible for anyone at her level to miss the power that emanated from Tang Yan.

Purple Yun, still in shock, glanced at White Qing’s lifeless body and shivered. "How did you kill him?" she asked in disbelief.

"I have my own tricks," Tang Yan replied lightly, his face showing no hint of concern. "He was attacking me. I just used the right protection, and that was it."

Realizing that Tang Yan had used some form of defense to kill White Qing, Purple Yun paused. She wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or worried. After all, he had been the one who had taken down a Heavenly Realm expert in the blink of an eye.

Tang Yan, looking at the spoils from White Qing’s body, started to rummage through his possessions. In addition to a few stacks of silver notes, he found two three-star level elixirs. Though Tang Yan didn’t have much interest in elixirs, these particular ones were called "Increase Yuan Pills," which would be a perfect supplement for his grandfather.

"These are the real spoils," Tang Yan muttered, putting the items into his pouch. "Everything else is just junk."

Meanwhile, Purple Yun’s thoughts were racing as she observed Tang Yan. Not only had he orchestrated the entire fight with masterful precision, but now he was also looting the corpse as if it were an afterthought.

"Wait a minute," she said suddenly, feeling a shift in her awareness. The effects of the fire poison seemed to be creeping up again. Her vision began to blur, and she realized the poison had become impossible to suppress.

Before she could think further, she found herself losing control. Tang Yan's scent, the aura around him, seemed to overwhelm her senses. Her body instinctively reached for him.

With one last ounce of clarity, Purple Yun whispered, "Kill me, and send my body back to Purple Bamboo City. Don’t violate me. If I wake up, I won’t forgive you."

Tang Yan froze. He hadn’t expected this. She was clearly delirious from the poison, but still, her words carried a weight. Acting quickly, he knocked her out to prevent any further complications.

As soon as Purple Yun fell unconscious, Tang Yan carried her in his arms and swiftly began running back toward the city, already planning the antidote he would need to save her.

When Purple Yun woke up, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar room. The elegant surroundings indicated it wasn’t a normal household, and as she tested her energy, she realized her dantian was completely drained. It took her a moment to process where she was, and her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the change in her clothes.

She didn’t remember what had happened before she passed out, but it was clear to her now—she was no longer in control of the situation.