Chapter 216
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Chapter 216: Senior Brother Ming
"Come here."
Ye Yun’s icy gaze swept across the crowd before landing on a white-clad disciple. He pointed sharply. "You."
The chosen disciple froze, panic flooding his features as he stood there helplessly. "Ye Yun! What do you want?" he barked with false bravado.
Ye Yun eyed him sideways. "Why’s your group skulking around like this?"
"Did you finish the Ninth-level task for the Heavenly Convergence Herb or not?" The white-clad disciple lowered his voice, brows pinched. "If yes, fine. If not… you’d better leave. Now."
"Why?" Ye Yun tilted his head.
"I’ve said my piece. Think it over." The disciple shot nervous glances around him, then bolted.
Puzzlement flickered through Ye Yun. Why did they act like he was some vengeful spirit? What had happened here?
Not that it mattered. With his current cultivation level, even if all these disciples attacked at once, they’d stand no chance against him.
Strolling past the Task Hall’s threshold, Ye Yun squinted at the mission board. The ninth-level task section under new disciples glowed faintly gold—utterly vacant.
Unlike accepting tasks, submitting one required registering with a managing disciple. Hand over the item, get Contribution Points. Simple.
"Senior Brother, I’m here to submit a task." Ye Yun kept his tone polite.
The managing disciple didn’t look up from his ledger. "You lot always waste time on petty tasks for scraps of Contribution Points. Should focus on cultivation instead."
Ye Yun blinked. Since when did task administrators give unsolicited lectures?
"Senior Brother," he repeated louder, "I need to submit a task."
"What task?" The disciple finally glanced up, annoyed. "Show the item first."
Ye Yun fished the Heavenly Convergence Herb from his Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring and dropped it on the table. A pale blue chill radiated from the plant.
The managing disciple jerked back as if scalded. "Heavenly… Heavenly Convergence Herb? A Ninth-level task?!"
His hands trembled. This mission was exclusive to new inner disciples. In centuries, only two had ever completed it: Murong Wuqing and Chen Tianyun. Now this… this third anomaly stood before him.
Ye Yun smiled. "Any issues, Senior Brother?"
"N-none!" The disciple stammered, hurriedly grabbing Ye Yun’s identity token. "Just… standard verification. All seems in order."
When he read the name "Ye Yun" etched on the token, his throat went dry. The legends were true.
Peak Master’s Registered Disciple, who might soon become the last of the top ten disciples.
"It’s Junior Brother Ye. My mood has been poor today, so my earlier tone was harsh. I apologize."
Ye Yun said, "No matter. Senior Brother is busy daily—a bad mood is understandable."
"Your understanding is appreciated. With such broad-mindedness, no wonder the Peak Master chose you. Truly exceptional." The managing disciple flattered, knowing it wise to stay on good terms with a potential future top ten disciple.
Ye Yun nodded slightly and fell silent. The managing disciple, sensing the cue, carefully lifted the Heavenly Convergence Herb and carried it to the back for verification by the Task Hall’s experts. Once confirmed, Ye Yun would receive his Contribution Points.
Ye Yun stood with hands behind his back, observing the hall. Completing a Ninth-level task should have caused a stir, yet only a few dozen disciples stole glances at him, their expressions varied—envy, disbelief, jealousy, even resentment.
Suddenly, the rustle of robes echoed outside. The noisy hall fell silent as footsteps approached.
Though not near the entrance, Ye Yun saw disciples there pale and press themselves against the walls, frozen.
"Salute Senior Brother Ming!"
As the figure entered, seven or eight disciples dropped to one knee, their voices unified.
A young man in purple robes stepped in. Around twenty, with sharp brows and bright eyes, his handsome face radiated calm authority.
"Rise," Senior Brother Ming said warmly, his voice soothing like spring breeze.
The kneeling disciples stood and silently blended into the crowd behind him.
Senior Brother Ming scanned the hall, smiling. The disciples returned strained smiles, their eyes betraying panic.
To Ye Yun, this Senior Brother Ming seemed harmless, yet the disciples’ forced respect hinted at hidden dread.
"You’re Ye Yun?" Senior Brother Ming’s gaze settled on him.
"I am."
"Good. The senior brother mentioned you. Gather your things and follow me." He turned to leave.
Ye Yun stared. Was this a joke? His task wasn’t finished, Contribution Points unpaid. Who did this Ming think he was?
"Didn’t you hear Senior Brother Ming? Follow!" a disciple barked.
Ye Yun believed in fair treatment: respect for respect. Ming’s earlier politeness kept him calm, but this disciple’s tone—as if commanding a servant—crossed the line.
"Who’s the fool here? Scram!"
Since obtaining the Heart of Immortals and Demons and surviving the great tomb, Ye Yun had shed his cautious nature.
"How dare you!" The disciple lunged, ignoring the hall’s no-violence rule, palm aimed at Ye Yun’s head.
Ye Yun didn’t look back. A true qi-infused palm strike met the attacker’s hand.
The disciple flew backward, blood spraying like crimson fireworks. He crashed, face and robes stained red, struggling futilely to rise.
Senior Brother Ming stood nearby, unfazed.
"Senior Brother Ming, he’s too arrogant!" the disciple rasped, eyes wide with terror.
Ming smiled. "Arrogance suits the strong. You, however, are useless. Abandon your cultivation and leave the mountain."
"Mercy! I’ll be your dog!" the disciple begged.
"Which matters more: my face or your cultivation?" Ming asked gently.
"Your cultivation, Senior Brother!"
"Correct." Ming flicked a finger. A strand of true qi pierced the disciple, who shuddered as his cultivation shattered.
Ye Yun watched coldly. This seemingly gentle Ming was ruthlessly efficient—explaining the disciples’ earlier fear.
"Ye Yun, come now. The senior brother waits." Ming turned, adding lightly, "Ah, I’m Ming Siyu."
