Deep within Wulong Mountain.
A woman, her aura vibrating, clad in a long robe with a veil covering a face with impossibly pale skin beneath, stood with several elderly men around her. All of them were severely wounded. Dozens of demonic beasts ceaselessly launched ferocious attacks at them.
"Saintess, do not mind us, hurry and leave!" An old man wielded a staff, beams of light shooting from it towards the surrounding demonic beasts, he shouted.
"Yes, Saintess, seeking reinforcements is most important. Do not concern yourself with us. We may die, but you absolutely cannot!" Another old man, blood trickling from his mouth, commanded his่่ซ(gu worms) and beasts to fend off the demonic beasts' onslaught, adding, "The Witchcraft Tribe needs you to save them."
"Saintess, we will create an escape route for you. You must seize the opportunity!" Another old man's face contorted in ferocity, roaring, "Do not hesitate!"
The Saintess gritted her teeth. The Witchcraft Tribe was not a mere one or two thousand people, but a large tribe of tens of thousands. Now, the entire tribe was surrounded by demonic beasts. While they could hold on for some time with the formation, their limit was not far off.
Yet, these elders were her kin, her elders. How could she watch them die here?
But she knew she had to make a choice.
At that very moment, the Saintess and the elders around her, who were prepared to fight to the death, all showed expressions of astonishment.
For they saw many of the demonic beasts surrounding them charging towards a single direction!
The next moment, several women appeared before their eyes. Most of them wielded long swords, and with each swing, a demonic beast met its demise.
This simply stunned them.
"These young ladies are so strong. We are saved!" The Saintess's eyes brightened, filled with elation. "Elders, we are saved!"
"Yes, we are saved!" The other elders also looked thrilled, tears welling up in their eyes.
Though they were advanced in years, who wanted to die? Moreover, their survival meant they could guide their tribespeople, protect them, and ensure their growth.
"Join hands with these saviors to slay the beasts! We must rendezvous quickly!" The Saintess, after collecting her emotions, said urgently.
"Yes!" The elders responded.
Before, they were prepared to fight to their last breath, but now it was unnecessary. Those girls were too formidable, like harvesters, reaping the lives of the demonic beasts.
With the combined efforts of both parties, the demonic beasts were soon all slaughtered.
Yang Feilong did not intervene. Although these demonic beasts were strong, the strongest among them was only at the Innate level. Forget Murong Qingxue, a Golden Core stage cultivator, who occasionally intervened, even without her, it wouldn't be a major issue. Murong Qiuyue, Luo Xiangning, and Luo Feixue were all at the Innate Foundation Establishment stage. The weakest, Xi Mengru, was at the peak of Qi Refining Ninth Stage, only lacking sufficient tempering to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Thank you for saving our lives," the Saintess said respectfully to Murong Qingxue and the others.
As for Yang Feilong, she merely glanced at him. He had not made a move from beginning to end. The ones who saved them were Murong Qingxue and the other women. Besides his handsome appearance, he seemed ordinary, which left her with some confusion about the relationship between Yang Feilong and the women.
"You're welcome," Luo Xiangning said with a smile. "By the way, are you from the Witchcraft Tribe?"
"Yes!" The Saintess asked nervously, "Benefactors, we shouldn't trouble you further, but our tribe is currently besieged by demonic beasts. The entire Witchcraft Tribe is in danger. We hope you kind benefactors can lend a hand. Our entire Witchcraft Tribe will be eternally grateful for your great kindness."
"This..." Luo Xiangning hesitated, looking towards Yang Feilong.
Seeing Luo Xiangning's gaze turn to Yang Feilong, the Saintess felt a slight surprise. This formidable woman seemed to be considering this man's opinion?
"And this is..." The Saintess then focused her attention on Yang Feilong. She hadn't paid much attention to his identity earlier, but now she felt that things might be different from her initial assumption.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce him. This is our man!" Luo Xiangning said with a smile.
"Ah? You? All of you?" The Saintess was somewhat bewildered. The other Witchcraft elders were also dumbfounded. This man, who looked like a pretty boy, was actually the man of all these women? And these women were each possessing both beauty and strength!
"Yes!" Murong Qingxue nodded with a smile. "Actually, the reason we came here is also because we have a request for you. Our man has been cursed!"
Upon hearing Murong Qingxue's confirmation, the Saintess gasped internally. Was this man so capable that he could have these excellent women coexist harmoniously? However, upon hearing that they had a request, she felt both surprised and delighted. "A curse? Rest assured, our Witchcraft Tribe's Great Shaman is most skilled in the area of curses."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's depart quickly!" Yang Feilong said immediately upon hearing this. What if he was too late and the Great Shaman died? Wouldn't he have to live with the curse?
"Ah? Alright!" The Saintess was almost choked by Yang Feilong's prompt agreement, but she was incredibly happy. This way, her tribespeople would be saved.
Before, she had worried that her tribe wouldn't hold out by the time reinforcements arrived. Now, without even leaving Wulong Mountain, they had found powerful helpers. This would save so much time!
And the time saved meant saving many lives for the Witchcraft Tribe!
Yang Feilong looked at the wounded members of the Witchcraft Tribe. Rushing back in their current state might pose a risk to their lives!
"Here is a bottle of elixirs. It is very effective for healing injuries. Saintess, please take one pill each. This will stabilize your injuries and help you recover somewhat. Of course, complete recovery requires rest, but right now, without rescuing your tribespeople, you cannot stay here to recover." Yang Feilong said, producing a bottle of elixirs.
"This... how can we accept?" The Saintess and the others looked embarrassed.
"Alright, no need to be so polite. We will need your help with the curse matter later," Yang Feilong shrugged, smiling lightly. "The most important thing now is to return quickly!"
"Yes!" The Saintess agreed, no longer refusing.
However, everyone's heart was filled with even more gratitude towards Yang Feilong. Not only had he saved them, but he also considered their situation so thoughtfully, greatly increasing their favorable impression of him!