Chapter 164

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Chapter 164: Evil Sorcery

"What big words! Even the Hall of Sect Regulations means nothing to you?"

A voice abruptly exploded through the air, seeming to come from nowhere.

Zhen Huacheng’s face hardened. "Who’s hiding there? Show yourself!"

"Senior Brother Zhen, why pretend we’re strangers? We’re old acquaintances." Ye Yun’s thunderous voice continued booming without visible source, vibrating in their ears.

A figure came shooting from over thirty meters away, arriving in mere moments.

Ye Yun landed beside Duan Chenfeng with hands clasped behind his back.

"You!" Zhen Huacheng’s expression turned frosty, brows furrowing at Ye Yun’s appearance.

The extraordinary beast following Ye Yun was common knowledge, though none recognized the golden-feathered eagle as Tian Zhu Peak’s true master—the Divine Feather Vulture King. Many disciples had seen the beast over centuries before its transformation through heavenly tribulation, but its current form bore little resemblance to before.

Any observant disciple could tell this golden-feathered creature was at least an eighth-level beast, possibly ninth-level. Such a powerful beast obeying Ye Yun suggested his strength surpassed even eighth-level beasts. Within Tian Zhu Peak’s hundred-mile territory, how could Zhen Huacheng remain ignorant of this?

Seeing Ye Yun, Zhen Huacheng’s face darkened further.

"Senior Brother Zhen must’ve collected enough tokens for the trial. Shall we wait peacefully for its conclusion…" Ye Yun smiled, "…or have a friendly spar?"

Zhen Huacheng sneered. "A mere New Outer Disciple dares speak so boldly! Are you recklessly arrogant or just stupid?"

Ye Yun shrugged. "I heard you were demoted from purple robe disciple to black robe disciple. Care to share why? Maybe I can help."

Zhen Huacheng stiffened before roaring: "How dare you mock me! You’re dead!"

Purple robe disciples were rarely demoted through the ages—this humiliation had become Zhen Huacheng’s greatest sore spot. Since reuniting with Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng, they’d repeatedly needled this wound beyond endurance.

Ye Yun spread his hands. "You people always talk endlessly before resorting to violence anyway. Let’s fight."

"Careful," Duan Chenfeng warned behind him. "His cultivation’s at peak fifth level Qi Refining Stage—he’s no pushover."

"Perfect chance to test fifth level power." Ye Yun grinned.

"Exactly! He only wounded me through sneak attacks." Duan Chenfeng nodded gravely.

"True. Though you’re merely first level Qi Refining, not just any trash could injure you." Ye Yun matched his serious tone.

"You get me." Duan Chenfeng guffawed, clapping Ye Yun’s shoulder.

Zhen Huacheng’s trio turned livid. "Insignificant maggots! Stop blathering and fight!"

Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng exchanged exaggeratedly surprised looks. "Can’t you tell, Senior Brother? We’re mimicking you!"

Their laughter rang out.

Enraged beyond control, Zhen Huacheng lunged forward with a furious punch.

Ye Yun’s lips curled coldly as he surged forward to meet the blow—no fancy techniques, just raw motion. "About time!"

Iron fists collashed with a thunderous roar!

A deafening crash echoed as both figures were sent flying backward. The violent shockwaves from their punches rippled through the air, distorting space itself.

"How?!" Zhen Huacheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. The force behind Ye Yun’s punch had shattered his expectations.

Though demoted to a black robe disciple, Zhen Huacheng remained at the peak of the fifth level of Qi refining stage – the Human King Realm. At this stage, one’s essence blood became so potent that a single drop surpassed an ordinary human’s entire vitality. Broken limbs could regenerate with time.

Body refinement and Qi refining formed cultivation’s foundation, but only those reaching the fifth Qi refining level could truly begin the path of cultivation. Every inch of a Human King’s body became a weapon, nearly rivaling spiritual weapons. Yet this brat Ye Yun, bare-handed, had matched him blow for blow.

Zhen Huacheng scrutinized Ye Yun again – unmistakably first level Qi refining, the most basic tier. Yet the boy’s true qi density surpassed even fourth-level disciples.

"Impossible! What’s your origin?" Zhen Huacheng demanded coldly.

Ye Yun chuckled. "Senior Brother Zhen, must you complain after one move? Where’s the dignity of a former purple robe disciple?"

"Kill him!" Zhen Huacheng barked. Two black-robed disciples instantly flanked Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng in triangular formation.

"Talk ends with ganging up?" Ye Yun shrugged. "Think us easy prey?"

"Crushing your life-saving talisman won’t save you," Zhen Huacheng growled. "I’ll hunt you down afterward."

Ye Yun grinned. "Since I’m doomed, tell me – how did a purple robe disciple fall to black?"

Zhen Huacheng’s face darkened. His peculiar spiritual weapon materialized with a flicker of light.

"Die!"

His voice turned glacial as his body blurred. The weapon wailed like tortured spirits, conjuring spectral shadows that writhed through the air.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect disdains dark sorcery!" Ye Yun’s eyes sharpened. "No wonder you were demoted."

"Cultivation techniques have no morality," Zhen Huacheng’s voice echoed from everywhere as his form dissolved into crimson-tinged phantoms. "Dying to my Phantom Asura Blade honors you."

"Begone, fiends!"

Lightning erupted from Ye Yun’s palm as the Purple Shadow Sword appeared. Electric serpents danced around roaring thunder. A heaven-splitting bolt descended – the Divine Thunder Annihilation.

BOOM!

The apocalyptic strike cratered the earth, tremors rippling ten miles. Ghostly shadows evaporated with anguished shrieks.

This was Ye Yun’s first true use of the Thundercloud Lightning Sword’s third form since absorbing heavenly tribulation energy while aiding the Divine Feather Vulture King. The incomplete technique’s power already surpassed expectations – had it struck Tian Zhu Peak’s summit, the mountaintop might have sheared off.

Zhen Huacheng gaped at his dimmed Phantom Asura Blade. Ordinary cultivators faltered before its ghostly hordes, yet this first-level brat had shattered them with heavenly judgment.

"Who are you truly?" he hissed. "No borderland rat wields such power!"

Ye Yun smirked. "Hand over your token, crush your talisman, and leave your spirit stones and treasures. I might spare you."

"Arrogant worm!"

Zhen Huacheng’s black robes exploded outward as his body seemed to expand. Flames flickered behind his eyes.

"Witness a purple robe disciple’s true might!"