Chapter 203
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Chapter 203: I Fear Trouble
"What’s this twenty-year agreement?" Ye Yun asked instinctively, caught off guard.
Instead of answering directly, Su Hao exchanged glances with Shui Qingxuan and sighed. "Your cultivation level’s too weak to know now. Focus entirely on improving your strength from this moment forward. No slacking," Su Hao stated gravely.
Since Su Hao refused to explain, Ye Yun understood this wasn’t the time for answers.
Ye Yun nodded silently.
"Starting tomorrow, your status as my Registered Disciple will spread across Shadowless Peak. But don’t expect privileges—even the Peak Master’s Registered Disciples hold low standing. Every new inner disciple must complete sect tasks to earn Contribution Points. These will buy training resources and Zang Wu Pavilion access," Su Hao instructed.
"You already learned basic rules when receiving your identity token. Inner disciples may spar, but severe injuries and cultivation damage are forbidden. Though you’re my Registered Disciple, expect challenges after your flashy performance during the inner disciple assessment. Handle this wisely." Su Hao spoke like a father patiently advising his son.
Ye Yun absorbed every word respectfully.
Their conversation stayed surface-level—Su Hao avoided discussing cultivation methods or Celestial Techniques. As merely a Registered Disciple himself, he knew Ye Yun’s true master was Elder Seven, whose expertise far surpassed his own.
Returning to his Small Courtyard under the bright moon, Ye Yun gazed at the unusually clear night view of Shadowless Peak.
"The Heavenly Sword Sect’s full of complications. Whatever Master’s twenty-year agreement involves, I must boost my cultivation quickly."
Recalling the day’s events, an urgent premonition gripped him—something grave loomed on the horizon.
Shadowless Peak only recruited inner disciples every 3-5 years. Unless entering closed-door cultivation with their masters immediately, new disciples had to complete assessment tasks for Contribution Points to exchange for extra training resources and Zang Wu Pavilion entries.
The Task Hall’s opulence dwarfed Tian Zhu Peak’s humble structures. Ye Yun stared up at the crimson crystal building, its golden "Task Hall" plaque shimmering like living dragons under moonlight.
"Isn’t that the new inner disciple? Ye Yun, right?" A white-clad disciple emerged from the hall, squinting.
"So that’s Ye Yun? The Peak Master’s Registered Disciple. Seems important," another white-clad disciple chuckled.
"Registered Disciples rank below us. You flatter him, Junior Brother Nie."
"Senior Brother Yin speaks truth. My mistake." The pair stopped before Ye Yun, blocking his path.
Ye Yun walked straight toward them. "Move aside."
"This plaza’s huge. Walk around," Senior Brother Yin sneered, chin lifted.
As Ye Yun tried skirting past, Yin suddenly blocked him again.
Ye Yun’s face darkened. "Does this ground belong to you?"
"Maybe. Heard you bragged about rivaling Murong Wuhen. Let’s test that," Yin taunted.
Ye Yun met his gaze. "No need. I avoid trouble."
"Trouble? Just drop my name—Yin Haotian. See who dares bother you then." The disciple grinned.
Ye Yun said, “Oh, I’m not worried about trouble for myself—I’m worried about the trouble you’ll face.”
Yin Haotian froze. “What trouble?”
“The trouble of lying in bed to cultivate after I break your legs.” Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed, flashing with intensity.
Yin Haotian stared blankly before roaring, “A newly promoted inner disciple dares mock me? You’re courting death!”
The moment his words fell, a crisp slap rang out. Yin Haotian’s right cheek burned with pain before he spat out two teeth.
“Told you there’d be trouble. Believe me now?” Ye Yun slowly retracted his hand and walked past him.
Yin Haotian and Junior Brother Nie stood frozen, hardly believing their eyes. Ye Yun had slapped Yin Haotian hard enough to knock out teeth?
Was this really an inner disciple? New disciples were supposed to be cautious and humble—most wouldn’t dare raise their voices, let alone strike someone!
“You’re dead! You hear me? Dead!” Yin Haotian’s face twisted with rage, refusing to accept he’d been struck.
Ye Yun ignored him and kept walking.
“STOP!” Yin Haotian’s hands darkened like ink as he lunged, palms aimed at Ye Yun’s back.
A cold, foul-smelling energy prickled Ye Yun’s spine. With a slight frown, he pivoted and casually swung his right palm.
CRACK!
Their palms met. Yin Haotian’s dark energy shattered instantly as Ye Yun’s overwhelming true qi surged into him.
In that moment, Yin Haotian realized the rumors were true—Ye Yun’s power exceeded them all. If that qi fully invaded him, his five internal organs would rupture, destroying his cultivation.
He’d never imagined Ye Yun would break Shadowless Peak’s rules so brutally.
“WRONG! I WAS WRONG! SPARE ME, BROTHER YE!” Yin Haotian crumpled to his knees, dignity forgotten.
Ye Yun paused, surprised by the quick surrender. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Yin Haotian flying backward to crash on the ground.
“Th-thank you for mercy!” Yin Haotian trembled facedown, back drenched in sweat. Had he delayed begging, even a fraction of that qi could’ve ruined his meridians.
Junior Brother Nie gaped. Everything had happened in seconds—Ye Yun’s domineering strength nearly crippling a sixth-level Qi refining cultivator!
“Senior Brother Yin, let’s go!” He hurried to help Yin Haotian up.
“Halt.”
Ye Yun’s voice froze them both. Yin Haotian’s legs buckled—that voice might as well belong to a demon.
“Y-yes, Brother Ye?”
“Since I’m new to Shadowless Peak’s Task Hall,” Ye Yun said mildly, “you’ll guide me. Consider it… bonding through conflict.”
The two exchanged panicked looks before bowing deeply. “Of course! Right away!”
“My apologies for earlier disrespect, Brother Ye,” Junior Brother Nie forced a smile.
“Forgotten.” Ye Yun glanced at him. “Your name?”
“Nie Yuanping. Like the expeditionary army’s ‘expedition.’”
As they entered the Task Hall, inner disciples scattered like startled birds. Those who’d witnessed the scene couldn’t believe it—two sixth-level cultivators cowed by a single strike!
The hall’s grandeur unfolded: towering jade dragon pillars, disciples studying a glowing wall etched with golden text.
“Brother Ye, the Task Jade Wall lists missions by rank and reward,” Yin Haotian hurried to explain.
At the wall’s peak, tiny characters gleamed:
Ninth-level task: Heavenly Convergence Herb!
