Chapter 798

Chapter 798: Returning to the Immortal Dao Sect

Ye Yun couldn’t help chuckling. "Ancestor, is my true self being too timid? Why am I shackled by such thoughts? Was it the illusion earlier that disturbed my mental energy?"

He understood his vast mental energy well. If he wished, even Tenth Level Earth Immortal cultivators couldn’t hide from him. In some aspects, his mental energy had already brushed against the Heavenly Immortal realm.

Gazing at the colossal city before him, Ye Yun briefly felt disoriented but quickly regained clarity. He shook off lingering thoughts as Red City loomed ahead. The Ancestor remained silent.

It was natural for Ye Yun’s newly returned true self to harbor such doubts. Even if he faced qi deviation, the Ancestor wouldn’t be surprised. This explained his anxiety whenever watching Ye Yun act recklessly.

Though forbidden from intervening, the Ancestor couldn’t bear witnessing mishaps. He’d issue reminders, yet Ye Yun’s indifference only drew resigned sighs. The youth had to learn through experience.

To the Ancestor’s eyes, Ye Yun’s foundation remained shaky—pale compared to true experts. Though subtle hints were given, the Ancestor withheld deeper criticism, knowing the young man’s stubbornness.

Let the boy walk his path. Constant guidance wasn’t possible. The true test lay in Ye Yun’s own hands.

Red City’s crimson walls stirred cold resentment in Ye Yun. Hong Qianji’s scheme with the Three-Month Blood still rankled. The poison’s accelerated eruption nearly trapped him—only quick wits had prevented disaster.

This city bore scars from his demonic awakening, ground cracked under mental energy’s fury. Without hesitation, Ye Yun paid the Immortal Spirit Stone toll and entered.

Cultivators milled about, nursing injuries and grumbling. Their whining grated. Had Ye Yun not tempered his temperament, their complaints might’ve drawn violent reprisal.

When figures rushed him, he flicked a wrist. A shockwave scattered them like leaves. Behind him, crimson robes materialized.

"City Lord Hong Qianji," Ye Yun smiled thinly. "What brings you here with such… enthusiasm?"

"The celestial disturbance coincided with your Red Qian Building departure." Her eyes narrowed. "A mere breath’s gap. Explain yourself."

She didn’t truly believe him capable, yet lacking evidence, accusation was her only recourse.

"If we’re done," Ye Yun turned, "I’ll borrow your Great Sky Teleportation Array."

He knew she had no proof. Let her seethe. The Three-Month Blood’s treachery burned, but striking now in her domain meant suicide. Patience—vengeance would come.

As he walked away, her voice turned icy. "No evidence ties you to that power, but as Red City’s lord, I demand answers for these wounded."

Ye Yun paused. "Resorting to brute force, City Lord?"

Her blood dagger gleamed—a supreme Immortal artifact. His Purple Shadow Divine Sword answered, tip leveled at her throat. Spiritual energy erupted, freezing her mockery into shock. She retreated.

"Changed your mind?" Cold amusement colored his words. True fusion of energies would crush her even with Red City’s backing.

She vanished without retort. Ye Yun snorted. One day, he’d reduce this wretched city to rubble.

At the teleportation array, an elder with Ninth Level Earth Immortal aura studied him. "Tread carefully," he warned as spatial patterns activated.

Ye Yun nodded. Let Hong Qianji scheme. Her masked hostility wearied him—better open enemies than smiling snakes.

Emerging near Lingxiao City, he marveled. A few Immortal Spirit Stones had bought a Ninth Level Earth Immortal’s goodwill. The elder’s talk of fate amused him—it was mere cause and effect, an investment in potential.

Chaos reigned across Lingyao Continent. In teahouses and streets, cultivators debated the recent divine phenomenon:

"Must’ve been a human Heavenly Immortal! Devils would’ve slaughtered us!"

"Nonsense! Demon Race intervention!"

"Or a demon god’s failed assault!"

Ye Yun ignored the cacophony. Securing the Immortal Dao Stone mattered more—it meant survival.

His current strength could match Hong Qianji fairly. Over eighty supreme Immortal artifacts remained—enough to bankrupt top sects. Mental energy’s growth finally allowed proper control.

Approaching Immortal Dao Sect, he passed jubilant outer disciples. Their spoils clearly outweighed losses. The sect’s tranquility struck him—spiritual energy denser than any wandering cultivator’s haunt.

"Rich in Immortal spirit energy too," he mused, catching a wisp. "This’ll do."

Gate guards didn’t stop him, though curious stares followed. His scholarly robes contrasted with cultivators’ practical garb.

"Your clothes draw attention," the Ancestor chuckled.

Even outer disciples here enjoyed privileges beyond ordinary sects. Immortal Spirit Stones bought access to cultivation paradises—some flush with top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones.

Ye Yun’s mental sweep had once revealed the sect’s secrets. The Star God Hall’s proximity to prime cultivation zones explained Shen Zhongyang’s "Guiding Star Stone" ruse—more about hiding advantages than attracting stellar forces.

Connections rule all, he thought wryly. But Shui Lingling’s faction had powerful backing, just as he had the Ancestor.

"Don’t judge," the Ancestor teased. "Mountain peaks are climbed on heaps of resources. Solo cultivation’s a fool’s path."

Ye Yun smiled. "Illusions all. Leaning on others leaves one weary. True vigor comes from life-and-death trials."

Pausing, he added softly, "But I’ll always cherish this life of mine."