Chapter 182
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Chapter 182: See You in the Inner Sect
"Murong Wuhen, see you in the inner sect."
Ye Yun’s simple sentence struck Murong Wuhen like a hammer blow. Never since joining the Heavenly Sword Sect had he endured such mockery.
If Murong Wuhen truly encountered Ye Yun in the inner sect later, today’s humiliation would become his eternal Mental Demon. On the path of cultivation, one couldn’t allow Mental Demons to take root – at best stalling progress, at worst destroying all cultivation.
The Murong clan possessed exclusive cultivation techniques and endless training resources. Every Murong member boasted exceptionally dense true qi, their cultivation never lagging behind others.
Murong Wuhen stood as the family’s rising star among talents like his brother Murong Wuqing. Murong Wuqing had already broken through to the foundation establishment stage years ago, his cultivation advancing a thousand miles daily. Within Heavenly Sword Sect, only a handful of elders could rival him.
Murong Wuhen stared frostily at Ye Yun, icy light flickering in his eyes as murderous intent solidified.
"Elder Mu, shall we proceed with the second assessment phase?" Ye Yun clasped his hands behind his back, turning toward the elder.
Elder Mu blinked in surprise. He’d assumed Ye Yun would be annihilated instantly when facing Murong Wuhen. Yet not only had the youth withstood the attack, but actually gained slight advantage in their true qi duel. This implied Ye Yun’s strength might surpass even Murong Wuhen’s – and certainly dwarfed Elder Mu’s own capabilities.
The elder’s cheek twitched as his gaze drifted toward Murong Wuhen.
Taking deep breaths, Murong Wuhen scanned the crowd with glacier-cold expression. "I said I’d let this go if you survived one strike. Since you mentioned meeting in the inner sect… we’ll meet there."
His rage vanished abruptly, replaced by unnatural calmness.
Ye Yun raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected his rival to regain composure so swiftly after reaching fury’s peak. This self-control was terrifying.
"Brother Wuhen’s magnanimity impresses. Let’s meet in the inner sect – perhaps collaborate then." Ye Yun smiled faintly.
"Naturally. Prove your worth then, and cooperation becomes possible." Murong Wuhen’s answering smile dissolved the tension like spring thaw.
Both young men laughed simultaneously, the earlier hostility vanishing as if they were reunited comrades.
Elder Lan and others exchanged glances. These youths displayed cunning maturity beyond their years – a level of emotional control even seasoned cultivators might envy.
"These two’s future achievements will be extraordinary," murmured Chunyu Yan.
Elder Lan nodded. "The Murong brothers and Ye Yun herald Heavenly Sword Sect’s rise. Within twenty years, they might dominate the sect. If they cooperate, they could even unite Jin Kingdom’s cultivation world."
"You’re too optimistic," Chunyu Yan countered. "Three tigers can’t share one mountain. Their existing grudges ensure conflict – likely Ye Yun will be suppressed first."
The elders nodded grimly. On the cultivation path, even blood relatives schemed against each other for power.
Murong Wuhen summoned a spirit beast with casual wave. "I leave the rest to you, Elder Mu." His departure on winged creature left observers marveling at his composure.
Ye Yun watched the receding figure, reassessing his rival once more.
"The second test begins!" Elder Mu announced. "Face level eight beasts. Survive one incense time or defeat them to pass."
A circular arena emerged as walls parted, revealing dozens of cages containing roaring beasts. Gasps erupted – even eighth-level beasts could easily shred early Qi refining disciples.
"Duan Chenfeng! You’re first!" Elder Lan barked.
The young man strode forward fearlessly. At second stage of Qi refining with fourth-level combat strength, he eyed the Ice Snow Scorpion Lion eagerly.
White-furred with crimson scorpion tail, the beast could freeze victims’ blood with single strike. Yet Duan Chenfeng laughed as he hefted his Breaking Sun Spear.
"Watch me make it tailless!" He charged before formal permission.
Enraged from captivity, the lion attacked instantly. Steel-like fur bristled as it pounced.
WHOOSH!
Duan Chenfeng’s spear pierced the beast’s maw in crimson spray. "Pathetic eighth-level trash!" he crowed, yanking back his weapon.
"Behind you!" Yu Minghong’s warning came as blood droplets crystallized into hundreds of crimson needles midair.
