Chapter 181
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Chapter 181: Absorbing It All
True qi pressed forward relentlessly, the power from the Unfeeling Sword exceeding all expectations.
Ye Yun took a deep breath, his face tense. Despite his cultivation level, he found himself unable to resist this overwhelming force—an outcome he’d never imagined possible. Yet it was happening.
Murong Wuhen’s eyes filled with mockery. Ye Yun had gained remarkable opportunities recently and likely possessed extraordinary spiritual weapons. Had he chosen to unleash them all, it might’ve posed complications.
But Murong Wuhen never anticipated Ye Yun’s naive decision to challenge him in a true qi duel, relying solely on Elder Seven’s medicinal residue.
When Murong Wuhen first detected the medicinal fragrance, he’d dismissed it, though he noted its potent aura. Then he remembered only a few in Shadowless Peak could brew such elixirs—Elder Seven among them.
Though Murong Wuhen had left Tian Zhu Peak, he kept tabs on Ye Yun. The scent instantly linked to Elder Seven.
A cold smirk formed. Elder Seven’s cultivation neared the Golden Core stage, yet Murong Wuhen saw him as a confused old man unworthy of concern. Even if Ye Yun became Elder Seven’s disciple, it mattered little. Compared to his brother Murong Wuqing, few in the Heavenly Sword Sect held significance.
“A frog at the bottom of a well dares to gaze at the sky.” Murong Wuhen sneered, surging his true qi forward violently.
Ye Yun staggered under the crushing force, sweat beading on his crimson face before evaporating instantly.
“Ye Yun can’t hold on. His rapid advancement left his foundation unstable,” Grand Elder Chunyu Yan murmured with a sigh.
Elder Lan, beside him, tilted her head. “Unstable, yes—but not reckless. He chose this true qi clash for a reason.”
“What reason? He thinks Elder Seven’s wine grants endless true qi to crush Wuhen? Utter foolishness,” Elder Mu said, barely hiding his glee.
Chunyu Yan and Elder Lan fell silent.
The disciples watched breathlessly, all rooting for Ye Yun. Murong Wuhen’s arrogance—treating them as insects—fueled their resentment.
“Murong Wuhen’s overpowering him!” Duan Chenfeng hissed, fists clenched.
“Brother Ye chose this dangerous path. Trust his plan,” Yu Minghong replied calmly, his earlier anxiety vanished after Ye Yun’s guidance.
“Plan? If he fails, it’s physical and spiritual destruction! Wuhen won’t spare us either!” Duan Chenfeng snapped.
“The sect won’t let Wuhen dominate. Brother Ye hasn’t surrendered—he’s preparing a reversal,” Yu Minghong said, unshaken.
Duan Chenfeng snorted, turning away.
In the Martial Hall plaza, the Unfeeling Sword and Purple Shadow Sword locked. Visible waves of true qi poured from Murong Wuhen’s hands into his blade, hammering against Ye Yun.
Murong Wuhen grinned, anticipating Ye Yun’s organs shredding under his assault.
Ye Yun’s brow furrowed… then sharpened. A glimmer flashed in his eyes as he roared: “Absorb it all!”
A gentle black-and-white light swirled briefly in his pupils before fading.
Murong Wuhen felt Ye Yun’s resistance weaken—a sign of collapse! One final push would flood Ye Yun’s meridians, clashing true qi destroying him from within.
Ye Yun paled, retreating a step.
Seizing the moment, Murong Wuhen unleashed a torrent of true qi through both swords into Ye Yun’s palm.
Triumph flared. True qi duels ended either in stalemate or annihilation. His qi stormed through Ye Yun’s arm like wild horses, intent on reducing bones and organs to fragments.
“Die, foolish frog!” Murong Wuhen thrust his palm. The Unfeeling Sword’s arc blazed, drowning the world in light.
Yet in that radiant instant, Murong Wuhen saw no fear on Ye Yun’s face—only calm certainty.
What gave him such confidence? Or was he simply resigning to fate?
Murong Wuhen had no time to ponder these thoughts. He only knew that once his true qi invaded Ye Yun’s body, death would be Ye Yun’s inevitable fate.
The raging true qi surged like a wild dragon, ready to tear Ye Yun apart.
Yet when Murong Wuhen’s true qi poured into Ye Yun, he froze in shock. Ye Yun’s body was utterly empty—no trace of true qi remained. Even fully depleted qi should leave remnants, but here there was nothing, as if this body had never cultivated at all.
"What trickery is this?" Murong Wuhen’s steady stream of true qi faltered.
At that instant, a tremendous suction force erupted from Ye Yun. Murong Wuhen’s true qi flooded uncontrollably through the Unfeeling Sword into the Purple Shadow Sword, then poured through Ye Yun’s palm into his body.
"What’s happening?" Alarm gripped Murong Wuhen as he tried to withdraw his qi.
Horror struck when he found his true qi completely disobeying him, vanishing without trace after entering Ye Yun.
Ye Yun’s eyes closed slightly as black and white light flickered within them. The Heart of Immortals and Demons materialized as a whirlpool, devouring the raging true qi in moments.
Though dormant recently, the Heart awakened instantly when Ye Yun faced true danger.
Within breaths, every shred of invading qi vanished. Pure energy then flowed from the Heart into Ye Yun’s body.
Revitalizing warmth spread through him. Not only was his depleted true qi restored—its quality had improved.
The Purple Shadow Sword blazed with renewed power, thunder rumbling within its glow.
"Brother Wuhen," Ye Yun sheathed his sword, robes fluttering, "your true qi seems inadequate for killing."
The Unfeeling Sword hung drained in Murong Wuhen’s grip. His icy stare burned with disbelief.
"How?" he demanded coldly.
Ye Yun shrugged. "Gone mad, Brother Wuhen? Since when do cultivators share secrets? Return after reaching Foundation Establishment. Now leave—I’ve inner disciple trials to attend."
"Grudges can wait." Murong Wuhen’s voice turned glacial. "Once you join the inner sect, you’ll learn the price of crossing me." He turned to depart.
"Old threats again?" Duan Chenfeng’s mocking shout echoed. "Find new material!"
Murong Wuhen whirled, frost in his gaze. "Seeking death, Duan Chenfeng?"
The youth chuckled. "Merely jesting! Vent your rage on Ye Yun instead. Though I wonder—why does Elder Lan tremble before Murong Wuqing’s brother? So high and mighty, yet so… ordinary."
"You’ll die too!" Murong Wuhen roared.
"All kill-talk, no grace." Duan Chenfeng rolled his shoulders. "No wonder you pale next to Murong Wuqing. When did he ever stoop to petty grudges?"
Murong Wuhen’s face hardened into icy silence.
"We’ll meet again at Shadowless Peak’s inner sect." Ye Yun stood calmly, eyes devoid of emotion.
Neither Murong Wuhen nor Murong Wuqing mattered. Not even the Golden Pill Dao.
His true purpose lay with the couple from his dreams—
Chased by legions of golden-armored Deity Generals—
The original masters of the Heart of Immortals and Demons.
