Chapter 614

Chapter 614: The Ancestor’s Doubts

The Misty Sect wasn’t as impressive as he’d imagined!

Ye Yun’s mind churned with emotions. Ling Mo Cheng’s arrogant demeanor had shattered his perception of the Great Qin Empire’s top sects—overbearing, domineering, and utterly devoid of grace.

This proved a sect’s size didn’t guarantee its disciples’ character. Larger sects often bred mediocrity, while smaller ones might foster unity.

“Ancestor, who will prevail between them?” Ye Yun asked solemnly.

The Ancestor of the Sword Path followed Ye Yun’s gaze, his spirit perception sweeping the battlefield. He chuckled.

“Ling Mo Cheng appears dominant, overwhelming Master Hei Xu. But their realms differ only slightly. Master Hei Xu merely stumbled. Once he regains footing, victory is possible. Still, Ling Mo Cheng is a Misty Sect elder. Any hidden trump cards or Immortal artifacts could tip the scales—unpredictable to us.”

Ye Yun nodded. Ling Mo Cheng’s status as a Misty Sect elder meant access to Immortal artifacts and peerless techniques. His potential victory—or even slaying Master Hei Xu—wouldn’t shock Ye Yun. The Misty Sect’s dominance in the Great Qin Empire spoke for itself.

“Yet Ling Mo Cheng isn’t among their core elders. He lacks access to their deepest secrets or supreme techniques. Even with an Immortal artifact, his power is limited. Master Hei Xu leads the Xuan Yuan Sect, once a powerhouse now diminished. But even a dying lion outmatches a wolf. Watch—he’ll reveal extraordinary methods.”

Ye Yun agreed. “Recall that Golden Core expert from the Jin Kingdom’s Xuan Yuan Sect?”

The Ancestor of the Sword Path stiffened. “That arrogant fool? His meddling caused Shui Qingxuan and Su Hao’s deaths. Ironically, their despair led Su Hao to transfer his pure principles to you. How did he possess such flawless principles? Had he lived, I’d have dissected this mystery myself!”

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. He knew the truth—the Heart of Immortals and Demons had purified Su Hao’s principles. But Su Hao’s mastery of four principles was staggering. Most experts spent lifetimes mastering one. With his talent and training resources, Su Hao could’ve reached the Nascent Soul stage, pill broken and reborn, even transcending mortality.

Yet he’d died in the Jin Kingdom, slain by a Golden Core cultivator. A tragic waste.

“Doesn’t this strike you as odd?” The Ancestor’s voice sharpened in Ye Yun’s mind.

“Odd how?”

“Su Hao’s pristine principles. Shui Qingxuan—a Spirit Demon Race holy woman—dying so easily. Their daughter Su Ling… Her Demon Race Bloodline already simmers with power. If fully awakened, what abomination might emerge? Should she inherit a powerful demon’s legacy, her strength could defy heaven itself!”

Ye Yun’s frown deepened. He’d brushed past these thoughts before. Now, they crystallized.

“Many inconsistencies exist. Before reaching the sixth level of the Golden Core stage, I viewed Golden Core experts as invincible. But Aunt Xuan’s abilities… She shouldn’t have needed mutual destruction against one. She must’ve had escape methods or treasures.”

“Precisely! My fragmented awareness overlooked details earlier. A Spirit Demon holy woman and a four-principle genius dying so easily? Impossible. Their deaths reek of foul play.”

Ye Yun inhaled sharply. Images of Su Ling haunted him—her bloodline’s partial awakening already unleashed terrifying potential. If uncontrolled, would it consume her? Seize her body?

Urgency gripped him. Once the secret realm closed, he’d rush to the Jin Kingdom, save Su Ling, then seek answers at Moon Goddess Palace or Lingxiao City.

“Look! Master Hei Xu stabilizes!” The Ancestor’s voice snapped Ye Yun back.

Master Hei Xu stood firm, light and shadow swirling around his hands as he deflected Ling Mo Cheng’s assaults. Within moments, his movements—though sluggish—rendered Ling Mo Cheng’s attacks futile.

“Xuan Yuan awakens! Golden Crow returns!”

Master Hei Xu’s roar split the air. Black light erupted from his palm, birthing a blazing sun overhead. Its searing beams lanced toward Ling Mo Cheng.

Ling Mo Cheng paled, retreating ten zhang. Shock twisted his features.

“You think me helpless? A Sixth Level Nascent Soul ant from the Misty Sect dares challenge me?!”

Master Hei Xu advanced, murderous intent coalescing into a blade that promised annihilation.