Chapter 062: The Mark of Inheritance

"Big brother, this black-robed man is no ordinary person." Four figures appeared before Yang Tian. Sensing the black-robed man's outward aura of blood and qi, a thin figure behind him spoke softly.

"What's there to fear? There are four of us, and we can't beat the two of them?" Another person, dissatisfied, started shouting.

"All of you, shut up!" The leading youth in fitted clothes barked. His gaze was fixed on the black-robed man, a hint of wariness flickering in his eyes. This black-robed man's aura was formidable, like a towering mountain range, putting pressure on his heart.

The others were very afraid of the leading youth. Hearing his reprimand, they all clamped their mouths shut, not daring to make a move.

"No, this skeleton is strange." The leading youth stared at the skeleton, sensing faint, peculiar energy fluctuations. He frowned slightly and murmured to himself.

Yang Tian's gaze swept over them. Seeing no sign of an attack, he said softly to Yun'er, "Hurry over, to avoid trouble. If anything changes, stop immediately."

"Mm." Nodding, Yun'er walked toward the skeleton. The skeleton intermittently emitted a pull, and Yun'er felt a strong sense of familiarity, somewhat similar to the old man who had given her the crystal ball earlier.

Yun'er reached the skeleton, and her fingers involuntarily touched it. The moment they made contact—

"Caw..." The skeleton seemed to revive. The energy radiating from it surged abruptly, a terrifying wave of energy burst forth, and then a streak of white light, swift as lightning, rushed toward Yun'er's head.

"Not good!" Yang Tian was greatly alarmed and rushed forward, but he had barely moved when he stopped.

At that moment, Yun'er's body suddenly levitated, radiating a holy light like a little spirit. As the energy fluctuations grew stronger, the surrounding formation underwent a tremendous change.

Vast energy continuously spread, emitting countless white rays that illuminated the somewhat dark land. This commotion alarmed many people in the distance.

"What the hell is this?" Sensing sounds of breaking air in the distance, Yang Tian's expression shifted. This vast fluctuation would surely attract a large crowd.

On Yun'er's fair forehead, a white light abruptly emerged, like a mark, exuding an ancient and desolate aura. Yun'er seemed to be receiving something.

"This is?" The leading youth's expression changed drastically. Staring at the aura emanating from beneath the black robe, he could faintly see several small runes rotating.

"This is the Mark of Inheritance!" After a moment of thought, the leading youth exclaimed, staring blankly at the quickly fading mark. Then a frenzied, extreme fervor surged in his eyes.

"It really is the Mark of Inheritance! Who is that black-robed person?" Not far away, a dozen figures rushed over frantically, with occasional exclamations.

"Big trouble." Yang Tian's gaze swept over the greedy faces of the crowd, and his heart sank. Although he could handle these people, more were being attracted.

Sensing that some could not resist making a move, Yang Tian sneered. He stepped forward, and the blood and qi within him surged wildly, spreading around him like a storm, causing even the vacuum to explode.

"What a formidable black-robed man!" The group was startled, and much of their greed dissipated. This fierce aura of blood and qi, like a furnace, far surpassed theirs by several times.

"What's there to fear? There are so many of us, are we afraid of him?" One person dismissed, shouting.

"Exactly, why be afraid? Let's all go together." Some chimed in, hoping to reap immense benefits in the chaos.

As the number of people increased, and sensing that the black-robed figure was about to finish receiving the mark, someone who thought himself strong finally made a move. With his action, those behind rushed over frantically, their eyes fixed on Yun'er.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me." Seeing this, Yang Tian sneered. He stomped his foot, shaking the ground, and his blood and qi, accompanied by the sound of wind, surged toward the crowd.

Qi burst forth like a tornado, mixed with light blades slashed out by Yang Tian, shaking the surrounding stone chips and sweeping fiercely toward the oncoming crowd.

"Ah—" The fierce wind raged, lashing at the dozen figures like countless blades cutting into their flesh. A few unlucky ones who came into contact with Yang Tian's light blades were cut in half at the waist, blood gushing, and miserable screams rang out repeatedly.

"Wind Soaring Nine Heavens! That's a phenomenon!" Behind, several experienced people, watching the miserable crowd, couldn't help but smack their lips. One of them suddenly exclaimed.

"How is that possible?" Another immediately jumped out to refute. The power of a condensed phenomenon was not just this.

"It's a half-finished phenomenon. Scared the hell out of me." The one who had exclaimed wiped his sweat, his gaze fixed on the unmoved black-robed man. Without hesitation, he fled directly.

The gale dissipated, and the ear-splitting wind sounds ceased. Among the crowd, all were in tatters, covered with dense wounds, and several had stopped breathing.

"Such ruthless methods." Swallowing saliva, the group that hadn't attacked exchanged glances. The black-robed man was too formidable, comparable to a Saint-level figure, with terrifying combat power.

"This is a warning. If anyone still dares to have ideas, don't blame me for being merciless." Yang Tian retracted all his blood and qi, his cold and sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd, who all fell silent in fear.

In the air, as time passed, the mark on Yun'er's forehead disappeared. She slowly descended to the ground, bowed deeply to the skeleton, and a look of joy spread across her pretty face.

"How is it?" Yang Tian walked over and asked softly.

"The Inheritance Hall is in the direction of the main hall. The skeleton senior just now also gave me a map—the entire terrain of the Array Sect." Yun'er raised her fist, delighted.

"Good, let's go quickly." Yang Tian nodded, then sneered at the group of still-unreconciled people.

Although they didn't know which ancient sect this was, from the nearly terrifying heavenly spiritual herbs outside, it was clear that the sect had a high status in ancient times. Moreover, there were countless formations, which made them curious about the sect's origins.

Most were those trying to fish in troubled waters. Although Yang Tian was formidable, the commotion just now was not small, attracting an expert who might gain benefits.

"Mount Martial itself is a place shared by the Eastern Continent. Taking the inheritance away like this—aren't you being too overbearing?" A youth as smooth as jade walked up slowly, followed by several youths of considerable strength.

"It's him." Yang Tian glanced at the youth, a hint of gravity in his eyes. It was the youth who had shown hostility toward him on the stone steps, Wang Long.

"Eh?" As he walked past the black-robed man, Wang Long stared at the slightly shorter black-robed figure beside him, a familiar feeling rising in his heart.

"Brother Yang, he's from the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect. He carries a replica treasure, the Yin-Yang Unity Divine Furnace!" Yun'er's pretty face was solemn. His strength was even greater than Huang Li's, because the Yin-Yang Unity Divine Furnace was a famous supreme treasure on the continent.

Although it was a replica, its power was extremely formidable. The Yin and Yang Qi within could easily refine people.

"If you want to rob, just rob. Why make so many excuses? I've long heard of the reputation of your Yin-Yang Harmony Sect." Yang Tian curled his lip, quite displeased with Wang Long's sanctimonious demeanor.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. All eyes focused on Wang Long. He was a notorious lecher, having ruined countless peerless beauties. Few on the continent would associate with him, but his status in the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect was very high.

"What a sharp-tongued brat." A shadow of gloom passed through Wang Long's eyes. He clenched his fist, cast a venomous glance at Yun'er, and a cold smile curled on his face.

"Yun'er, be careful later. Try not to reveal your identity." Yang Tian glanced at Yun'er and said softly.