Chapter 46

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Chapter 46: What Does It Matter if I Kill?

The oppressive aura filled the air.

“Second level of the Qi Refining Stage! This spiritual power… it’s not inferior to the third level of the Qi Refining Stage!”

As Yi Qianmo’s presence surged, shock rippled through everyone present.

None had ventured to Green Cloud City or witnessed what had transpired there. Yi Qianmo had carefully hidden his aura, leaving them under the impression he was just an ordinary mortal.

But no one was more stunned than Yu Youwei. Her eyes locked on Yi Qianmo, flickering with disbelief as if struggling to determine if what she saw was real.

She had learned at Xuanyuan Sect that Yi Qianmo had regained his energy core and advanced to the innate level. That revelation alone had shocked her. After all, she had personally destroyed his energy core.

A shattered energy core meant the end of cultivation unless one obtained an extraordinary elixir—something even the mighty Xuanyuan Sect could scarcely hope to provide.

She had returned to confirm Yi Qianmo’s situation, but her plans were delayed by the strange events at Green Dragon Mountain. Even so, she believed Yi Qianmo’s fate was sealed.

Yet here he stood, having restored his energy core and advanced beyond mortal limitations. Not only that, but he had also brought a supporter like Su Muyu, who dared to offend the Xuanyuan Sect on his behalf.

And now, Yi Qianmo himself had reached the second level of the Qi Refining Stage. The magnitude of this revelation was almost incomprehensible.

Staring at him, Yu Youwei murmured to herself, “I see now…”

Her clenched fists trembled. “Not only have you restored your energy core, but you also possess such remarkable talent for cultivation. I underestimated you!”

Barely half a month had passed since she last saw him. Yet within that time, Yi Qianmo had gone from being a powerless mortal to a cultivator at the second level of the Qi Refining Stage.

Such talent was unparalleled—far surpassing her own.

“Thanks to you.”

Yi Qianmo drew the black sword from his waist. His voice was cold and steady as he pointed it at her.

“Today, we settle this here.”

Yu Youwei’s shock morphed into disdain. She took a deep breath and sneered, “Even if you’ve become a celestial, I can still drag you back to the mortal world.”

As her words fell, Yu Youwei waved her hand. Suddenly, dozens of disciples from the Xuanyuan Sect emerged from the surrounding forest, encircling the camp.

In a moment, the balance of power shifted.

The cultivators from Tianyuan Academy—who had held the upper hand moments ago—found themselves surrounded.

Among them, only ten were present, the strongest being at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage. Three others were at the eighth level, while the rest hovered around the third or fourth levels.

But the Xuanyuan Sect boasted thirteen disciples. Four were at the eighth level, two at the ninth level, and the rest matched the third or fourth levels of Tianyuan Academy.

The numerical advantage was undeniable.

“You anticipated this,” Su Muyu muttered, her face pale.

Yu Youwei smirked. “Of course. Did you think I would let myself be caught unprepared? I had no intention of making you my enemy, but since you insist on opposing both me and the Xuanyuan Sect, I have no choice.

“Even now, it’s not too late to change your mind.”

Su Muyu’s expression darkened. “My resolve does not waver. If it’s a fight you want, we will stand to the end.”

The tension was palpable. Although Xuanyuan Sect held the advantage, a direct confrontation would undoubtedly result in heavy losses.

Yu Youwei raised her hand, her voice cold. “Do not harm the Prince. I want him alive.”

At her command, the disciples of Xuanyuan Sect charged toward the cultivators of Tianyuan Academy.

Outnumbered and outmatched, Tianyuan Academy struggled to hold their ground.

Although Su Muyu had ordered her people to protect Yi Qianmo, the chaos of battle left them no opportunity to do so.

Amid the confusion, an eighth-level Qi Refining Stage cultivator from Xuanyuan Sect advanced toward Yi Qianmo. The oppressive aura radiating from the man made it hard for Yi Qianmo to breathe.

“You cannot change anything,” Yu Youwei said coldly. “Seeking revenge against me was your gravest mistake.”

But Yi Qianmo’s calm gaze did not falter. “Is that so? I have made ample preparations to deal with you.”

“Die!”

The eighth-level cultivator wasted no time. His sword swung down, intending to end Yi Qianmo’s life.

Yi Qianmo remained still. Many thought he was frozen by fear, but as the blade descended, a shadow flickered before him.

“Swish!”

In the blink of an eye, the eighth-level cultivator was cleaved in two.

The battlefield fell silent. All eyes turned to the shadow that now stood before Yi Qianmo.

“Foundation Establishment Stage!”

The realization sent waves of fear through the Xuanyuan Sect disciples.

Su Muyu was momentarily stunned, thinking reinforcements from Tianyuan Academy had arrived. But upon closer inspection, she realized the figure bore no affiliation with the academy.

This was no ally.

A figure clad in black, wearing a straw hat, stood motionless. In their hand was a long knife, still dripping with blood.

Yu Youwei’s heart sank. She glanced at Su Muyu, who looked just as shocked as she felt.

Her voice trembled with fury. “How dare you kill a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect!”

The ninth-level cultivator beside her roared, “Do you know the price of your actions?!”

The figure chuckled softly. “Oh?”

In a blur, they appeared before the ninth-level cultivator.

“So what if I kill?”

“Slash!”

The blade descended, and the ninth-level cultivator fell in two.

The gap between the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage was insurmountable.

With the death of their strongest, the disciples of Xuanyuan Sect paled, their spirits broken.

The figure in black turned their gaze to Yu Youwei, their blade now resting against her neck.

“This little brat,” they said, tilting their head toward Yi Qianmo, “is far more capable than you think.”

The warm blood dripping from the blade sent a chill through Yu Youwei’s body. Her face contorted in fear and disbelief.