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He used the stealth skills provided by the system to avoid all the guards along the way and finally successfully sneaked into the target's room.

There was a flickering spiritual light in the room, and the key spiritual stone was placed in a jade box on the table.

Qin Huaian held his breath, slowly approached, and reached out to grab the jade box.

However, the moment his fingers touched the jade box, a sharp sword energy suddenly shot out from the darkness!

Qin Huaian suddenly felt the attacking sword energy, was startled, and immediately pulled back.

The sword energy brushed past his sleeve and almost caused the jade box on the table to fall to the ground.

He looked up suddenly and saw that the man in purple robe had appeared in the room at some point.

His eyes were cold and the sword in his hand was trembling slightly, which was obviously the weapon he had just used.

"It seems that you are not just a harmless casual cultivator."

The purple-robed man sneered, his words filled with murderous intent.

Qin Huaian knew that his whereabouts had been exposed and he had no way to defend himself.

He took a deep breath and decided to fight head-on.

He quickly practiced the Burning Sun Technique, and the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly. A layer of red-gold light appeared all over his body, and he seemed to have turned into a ball of flames.

"It seems there is no need to hide anymore."

Qin Huaian said in a cold voice, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards the purple-robed man, and his fist with a blazing flame hit the man's face.

The purple-robed man snorted coldly and swung his sword. The sword light was as sharp as ice and collided with Qin Huaian's fist.

The flames and sword energy collided, causing a hot shock wave that overturned the surrounding furnishings and even caused cracks in the walls.

The noise of the fight between the two alarmed the entire camp. Several guards quickly rushed over and were shocked when they saw the battle scene.

Although they were not clear about Qin Huaian's specific identity, anyone who could fight with the man in purple robe to this extent was definitely not an ordinary person.

The purple-robed man became more and more frightened as the fight went on, secretly surprised at Qin Huaian's strength.

He originally thought that he was just a young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, but he did not expect that the other party's combat power could be comparable to his.

Especially the fire power brought by the Burning Sun Technique, which actually suppressed his ice-attribute spiritual power.

Qin Huaian took advantage of the other party's daze and struck out with a powerful Burning Yang Fist, forcing the man in purple robe back several steps. Then he shook his body, quickly grabbed the jade box on the table, turned around and was about to leave.

However, the moment he stepped out of the door, a shrill alarm suddenly rang throughout the camp.

"not good!"

Qin Huaian's heart sank, knowing that the formation in the camp had been triggered and there would be no way he could escape easily.

He gritted his teeth and urged his spiritual power on, his speed suddenly increasing as he rushed out of the camp like a streak of light.

At this time, the cultivators in the camp gathered around, including some strong ones in the late foundation building stage or even the early golden elixir stage.

While Qin Huaian was fighting and looking for a way to escape, the consumption of his spiritual energy was increasing rapidly.

He knew that if he continued like this he would end up in a desperate situation.

At this moment, the system's prompt sounded in his mind:

[ The host is detected to be in a critical state. Do you want to consume the host's reserve points and activate the burst state for a short period of time? ]

Qin Huaian agreed without hesitation: "Activate!"

In an instant, a tremendous force burst out from the body, and the power of the Burning Sun Technique was increased to the extreme.

His whole body was ablaze with fire, and wherever his fist passed, no one dared to confront him head-on.

He was like a burning meteor, tearing a path through the heavy encirclement.

However, the cost of this power is huge.

Every punch he threw seemed to drain the spiritual power in his body, and his mental strength was also rapidly depleted.

Qin Huaian knew that this state could not be maintained for too long and he had to get out of danger as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to rush out of the camp, a sharp sword light fell from the sky and hit his vest.

This sword was more powerful than any previous attack, and it was obviously taken by a powerful person in the Jindan stage.

Qin Huaian turned around suddenly and tried his best to raise his fist to block.

However, his strength was ultimately no match for the Jindan master. The sword energy instantly broke through his defense, sending him flying dozens of feet away. He slammed heavily into a boulder, spitting out blood.

The purple-robed man slowly walked out of the crowd, the long sword in his hand flashing coldly, looking coldly at Qin Huaian who was lying on the ground: "You think you can escape like this? Naive!"

Qin Huaian struggled to stand up, his eyes still firm.

He knew he had almost no chance of winning, but he couldn't afford to retreat at this moment.

He tried his best to gather the last bit of strength of the Burning Yang Technique into his fists, ready to fight to the death.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from a distance: "Who allowed you to do this here?"

As the voice fell, a white figure slowly appeared in front of everyone. It was a woman with a beautiful face and a frosty temperament.

She was dressed in white, holding a long sword, and exuded a frightening aura of oppression.

When the purple-robed man saw the woman's appearance, his face changed drastically, and he bowed his head quickly and saluted: "Saint Lady Yan, these are just some trivial matters, I didn't expect to alarm you."

The woman glanced at everyone indifferently, and finally her eyes fell on the disheveled Qin Huaian.

She said casually, "He is my guest. How dare you attack him?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, even the man in purple robe looked incredulous.

No one expected that this "wandering cultivator" who suddenly broke into the camp was actually related to Yan Hanshuang.

Qin Huaian was also surprised, but he quickly reacted and took the opportunity to bow and say, "Thank you for your rescue, Saint."

Yan Hanshuang nodded slightly, then turned to the purple-robed man and said in a slightly cold voice: "Since he is my guest, from now on, his affairs are my affairs. Anyone who dares to touch him again will be my enemy."

Cold sweat oozed from the purple-robed man's forehead. He dared not say anything more and could only nod repeatedly.

Qin Huaian took this opportunity to quickly adjust his breathing and was secretly grateful to Yan Hanshuang for his timely appearance.

He knew that his identity and purpose might have aroused suspicion among some people, but now that he had temporarily escaped from danger, he had more initiative.

The road ahead will obviously not be easy.

Qin Huaian calmed himself down a little and looked at Yan Hanshuang with complicated eyes.

He knew in his heart that Yan Hanshuang's sudden help was not accidental, but she had her own purpose.

Whether it was because of the Burning Sun Technique in his hand or other reasons that have not yet been revealed, this high and mighty saint obviously had some connection with him.

"Saint, thank you for your help."

Qin Huaian spoke, with a tentative tone in his voice.

Yan Hanshuang smiled calmly, but her cold voice carried an irresistible majesty: "No need to say more, you already owe me a favor. Come to my place, I have something to discuss with you."

Although Qin Huaian had doubts in his heart, he had no choice at the moment.

He nodded and followed Yan Hanshuang away.

Although the people around were dissatisfied, no one dared to stop her because of Yan Hanshuang's identity.