Chapter 10

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Chapter 10: Mockery of Rebellion

He knew this wasn’t the moment for mockery. Gritting his teeth, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.

Ye Yun stood coldly still, his mind calm as still water.

Though spiritual weapons were powerful, he sensed the black and white lights within him far surpassed such tools.

Perhaps this spiritual weapon’s threat could force more power from those lights.

Qin Qianhan’s gaze shifted between the two. When he noticed Ye Yun’s unshakable composure, a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

This outer sect servant disciple truly seemed different.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Liu Yu gave a harsh laugh and leaped up.

"Senior Brother Qianhan! Let’s begin!"

Sword light shimmered in his grasp as the black spiritual sword hissed like a venomous snake.

Qin Qianhan nodded coldly, face impassive. "Since preparations are complete, commence."

"Ye Yun," Liu Yu sneered, spiritual energy coursing through the Black Radiance Sword, "I’d underestimated your secret cultivation. Your spiritual power’s impressive. But what use is that?" He flourished the dark blade. "Remember this sword well – your only chance to behold the Black Radiance Sword in your pathetic life."

Ye Yun tilted his head. "Do we duel with tongues or blades?"

"You-!"

Liu Yu’s smirk twisted into rage. Black energy erupted from his sword as spiritual power flooded the blade. Countless dark rays shot from the metal, coalescing into a massive ethereal sword spanning one zhang. The weapon howled through the air toward Ye Yun.

"True enough – spiritual weapons differ completely from ordinary arms." Ye Yun gazed upward, sensing pressure that could shatter the minds of warriors below the fifth stage of body refinement. Yet this crushing force didn’t touch him. His own spiritual power surged like tidal waves to his fists.

Interlacing his fingers, he raised clasped hands overhead and charged the descending blade.

"Dragon Soars Heavenward?" Qin Qianhan blinked, black robes fluttering. "A basic combat technique against a spiritual weapon?" His eyes narrowed. "Talent means nothing without proper tools. No need to recruit dead men."

The black sword-shadow hesitated mid-air before slashing down with redoubled force. Ye Yun’s rising fists glowed faintly as he met the strike head-on, driven by inexplicable certainty that his punch could pierce through the low-grade spiritual weapon.

When colliding energies burst like celestial fireworks, the white radiance faltered briefly… then tore through the darkness like dawn piercing night.

Liu Yu’s face turned deathly pale as a mouthful of blood sprayed out, splattering the ground with crimson spots. His eyes burned with disbelief – he couldn’t accept that Ye Yun’s fist had shattered the layered shadows of the Black Radiance Sword in an instant. That unstoppable force had torn through his defenses like a tidal wave crushing sandcastles.

How could a mere servant disciple possess such power?

Even sixth-level body refinement disciples with fully opened meridians couldn’t deliver such a punch. Yet here was Ye Yun…

"Qin Qianhan…" Liu Yu croaked, desperation clawing at his throat.

Before the name fully left his lips, a blur of movement smashed into his face. Pain exploded as he flew backward like a ragdoll.

CRASH!

His body cratered into a stone outcrop, reducing it to rubble. Dust swirled around his broken form.

"Impossible!" Liu Yu rasped, pushing up on trembling arms. His voice grated like rusted hinges. "How…?"

"Still doubting?" Ye Yun’s cold laughter preceded another kick that sent Liu Yu skidding across gravel.

Qin Qianhan observed silently, face calm but mind churning. At second stage Qi refining (Zhou Tian realm), with true qi cycling his meridians, he still couldn’t fathom Ye Yun’s spiritual power.

Some forbidden cultivation technique?

The thought stuck like burrs. Immortal arts were supposed to be beyond mortals, yet exceptions existed…

A cold certainty crystallized – this servant disciple must never wear Heavenly Sword Sect’s formal robes. Let alone become inner disciple.

"Brother Qianhan…" The wheeze came from the rubble. Despite his refining organs stage cultivation, Liu Yu sounded death-rattled.

"Enough." Qin Qianhan’s voice carried winter’s bite.

Ye Yun stood over the broken disciple, hands clasped behind back. Mockery danced in his eyes as he studied the bloody ruin of Liu Yu’s face.

"Leave the mountain."

The command hung between them.

Ye Yun stiffened. "Or?"

Shen Mo’s reedy protest cut through: "Brother Ye’s innocent! Liu Daolie and Liu Yu stole spirit stones! Why punish…"

"Silence!" Ye Yun snapped without turning. His gaze locked on Qin Qianhan. "What if I refuse?"

Qin Qianhan’s lips curled. "We strip your cultivation. Drag you down."

"Unfair!" Shen Mo’s cry went ignored.

Ye Yun felt it then – the black and white lights swirling within him. Not just power, but scorn deeper than abyssal trenches. Something ancient laughed behind his eyes.

He straightened, meeting Qin Qianhan’s stare. "Try."

Gasps rippled through onlookers.

Qin Qianhan’s eyes narrowed to slits. "You’d raise hands against me?" Disbelief colored his voice.