Chapter 194
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Chapter 194: Pressure Above
The Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect unexpectedly followed Murong Wuqing’s suggestion and gestured for Ye Yun to speak his mind.
Ye Yun narrowed his eyes, pausing briefly before replying, “What would you have me say? As Elder Zi and the Peak Master of the Shadowless Peak stated, follow past precedents. If the Sect Leader and Elder Shi wish to discard rules upheld for millennia, this disciple will comply without objection.”
His tone balanced respect with defiance, subtly mocking their willingness to overturn tradition.
The Sect Leader, Elder Shi, and others—all shrewd veterans—frowned at his words, their expressions darkening.
“Ye Yun, you’re a newly promoted inner disciple. How dare you speak so boldly?” Elder Shi snapped, unleashing a crushing pressure meant to force Ye Yun to his knees. Though not targeting the soul, the weight suffocated the body, demanding submission.
“Elder Shi, this goes too far,” Elder Zi warned sharply.
Su Hao raised a hand, coldly countering, “If he can’t endure this, he’s unworthy of being called a genius—or my disciple.”
Elder Zi doubted Ye Yun could withstand it. Elder Shi’s cultivation rivaled Su Hao’s—both at the Sixth-layer Foundation Establishment celestial realm. How could a first-level Qi refining disciple resist such force? Yet Ye Yun stood calm, showing no strain.
The Sect Leader watched silently, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. If Ye Yun succeeded, his potential would be undeniable.
Murong Wuqing observed coldly, an unreadable flicker in his gaze. “If he falters here, his future holds little promise.”
Elder Shi’s pressure settled over Ye Yun like a mountain, each breath heavier than the last. True qi churned within him, trapped by the weight.
“Elder Shi,” Elder Zi growled, “harm his soul, and you’ll regret it.”
“Try it,” Su Hao added icily, “and see if you walk away unharmed.”
Elder Shi’s lips twitched. He’d considered crushing Ye Yun’s spirit secretly, but with both elders guarding the boy, retreating unscathed would be impossible.
Ye Yun remained motionless. For ordinary Qi refining disciples, a Foundation Establishment expert’s pressure was unbearable. Even prodigies like Murong Wuhen rarely endured it. Yet Elder Shi’s confidence wavered—despite his sixth-level cultivation, Ye Yun showed no fear.
The pressure intensified, threatening to crush Ye Yun’s bones. Elder Shi smirked, expecting him to collapse within moments. Once humiliated, no one would oppose further scrutiny.
Elder Zi fretted. Not even Murong Wuqing had withstood such pressure at Ye Yun’s stage. The Sect Leader’s face betrayed nothing, while Su Hao’s earlier calm gave way to tension.
Murong Wuqing watched, cold and unmoving, as the invisible mountain pressed down.
Ouyang Wentian’s eyes flickered with hesitation, as though lost in thought.
Under the crushing pressure, Ye Yun suddenly raised his head to gaze at the sky, a faint smile curling at his lips.
His Soul Willpower had been vastly strengthened when the Heart of Immortals and Demons altered his body, and further tempered within the Hualun Secret Vault. The Heart of Immortals and Demons hadn’t merely enhanced his Soul Willpower once before falling dormant—instead, it continuously honed his will, even as it remained mostly beyond his control. This was like the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique—once mastered, it operated on its own, even in sleep.
Ye Yun’s only shortcoming was his current realm, which limited his ability to comprehend soul cultivation. Otherwise, with his current Soul Willpower, he could’ve even unleashed soul-based attacks. Elder Shi’s pressure couldn’t harm him in the slightest.
Ye Yun stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back, his mocking smile directed skyward.
Facing the pressure of a sixth-level Foundation Establishment expert without flinching defied all expectations. Su Hao beamed with joy, while Elder Zi’s face glowed with delight. The Heavenly Sword Sect Leader and Ouyang Wentian gaped in disbelief.
Elder Yun, standing behind Murong Wuqing, stared dumbfounded at Ye Yun. How could this youth remain utterly unmoved by such terrifying pressure?
Elder Shi froze, his mind rejecting the scene before him.
“Impossible! This can’t be! He must possess some treasure blocking my pressure! We must investigate—this reeks of enemy sects infiltrating our Heavenly Sword Sect!” Elder Shi roared, his face purpling with rage.
Now he looked like a clown, met only by scornful gazes.
Those present were all prominent figures. Though Elder Zi had protested Elder Shi’s earlier attempt to crush Ye Yun with pressure, none had supported him. Their silence had been agreement—if Ye Yun failed to withstand the pressure, even his potential wouldn’t spare him from confiscation of all treasures.
But Ye Yun had endured. His monstrous talent made further scrutiny pointless—especially since he’d taken the Heart Refining Demon Trial Pill, proving his loyalty.
“I’ll take my leave,” Murong Wuqing said flatly, turning away after a glance at Ye Yun.
“Wait!” Elder Shi barked.
Murong Wuqing turned cold eyes on him. “You address me?”
“Sect Leader! Master Sword Elder decrees Ye Yun must be inspected!” Elder Shi raised a finger, a gentle glow coalescing into a pale slender sword.
The Heavenly Sword Sect Leader’s brow darkened. “Master Sword Elder meddles directly? This oversteps!”
“We’ve no right to judge. I merely relay the Supreme Elder’s command.” A smug glint crossed Elder Shi’s face.
“This interference is improper!” Elder Zi snapped.
“Take complaints to the back mountain yourself,” Elder Shi retorted, admiring the sword of light and shadow.
“Since when does a Supreme Elder meddle over an inner disciple? Unprecedented in our sect’s thousand-year history!” Su Hao shouted.
“Pathetic,” Murong Wuqing cold-snorted, turning to leave.
Ye Yun’s face tightened—this sudden twist exceeded his control.
A whistling split the air.
A figure streaked across the sky, arriving instantly.
“Dao Zhengrong’s full of shit! Since when do Supreme Elders stick their noses in sect affairs?”
A teal light smashed into the white sword’s glow. With a crack, the weapon shattered into glittering motes that vanished midair.
