Chapter 218
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Chapter 218: The Gentleman’s Sword
"Get lost!"
No one expected such words to come from Ye Yun. Given Ming Siyu’s status, Ye Yun actually told him to scram? Had they misheard?
Disciples exchanged shocked glances, doubting their own ears.
"What did Senior Brother Ye Yun say?" whispered one disciple.
Another immediately covered his mouth. "You suicidal fool? Even watching this scene might get us punished!"
The pale-faced disciple peeked at Ming Siyu before lowering his head and retreating with others.
Ming Siyu’s companions stood frozen. No one had ever dared speak like this to Senior Brother Ming – it was practically a death wish. But Ye Yun had clearly told him to get lost.
So Ye Yun hadn’t made Ming Siyu wait for important matters… but just to insult him?
Ming Siyu’s composed demeanor shattered. His face flushed mottled purple before turning deathly pale.
He inhaled sharply, struggling to hold back his rage. "That’s all? You stopped me just to say this?"
Ye Yun clasped his hands behind his back, advancing two steps. "I considered discussing something, but you clearly lack authority. I’ll speak with Yang Hualong myself later. Now scram."
Ye Yun showed zero courtesy. As Elder Seven’s direct disciple and Su Hao’s Registered Disciple, he didn’t need the cautious restraint of ordinary inner disciples.
Moreover, the Heart of Immortals and Demons hadn’t just enhanced Ye Yun’s cultivation level – it forged unshakable confidence. Since abandoning his low-key approach, he acted purely by instinct.
Ming Siyu’s complexion cycled from purple to liver-red before settling on corpse-like pallor.
"Ye Yun, the Peak Master’s Registered Disciple. How bold. But tomorrow, the Peak Master will lose this disciple." He stepped forward, murderous intent blazing.
Though Ming Siyu posed as refined gentleman, he was actually temperamental and vicious, often violating sect rules over minor slights.
This new disciple’s audacity was intolerable. That Ye Yun dared mock him publicly? Unforgivable!
Ming Siyu flicked his folding fan. Light erupted as a sword materialized in his palm.
"This is the Gentleman’s Sword – top-grade spiritual weapon. It’s never killed or tasted blood… until today." Smiling faintly, Ming Siyu stroked the Blade Body while gripping the hilt.
At these words, surrounding disciples turned as fearful as mice confronting a hawk.
"A sword that’s never killed? What’s it good for?" Ye Yun scoffed.
"Correction – it hasn’t killed today. Such restraint reflects true nobility." Ming Siyu’s anger vanished, composure restored.
Ye Yun gaped. He’d recognized Ming Siyu’s petty nature beneath the gentlemanly facade, but this shamelessness exceeded expectations – boasting about an unused weapon while threatening a sect brother?
Now he understood the disciples’ terrified retreat.
"Fine then. Let’s see this ‘gentleman’s’ sword – no, this hypocrite’s blade." Ye Yun moved toward the exit. Even minor clashes could damage the Task Hall, bringing severe punishments.
Understanding Ye Yun’s intent, Ming Siyu exited first despite his arrogance – no one dared fight inside the Task Hall.
"Ye Yun! Where are you going? Present your identity token for Contribution Points recording!"
The managing disciple emerged from the back hall, freezing at the tense scene.
Ye Yun turned. "How long does recording take?"
"First-time registration requires half an incense stick’s time. Later updates will be quicker."
Ye Yun nodded, raised his hand, and tossed his identity token. It shot through the air, landing on the desk a foot away from the managing disciple.
“Half an incense stick’s time? Enough. I’ll return after killing Ming Siyu. Senior Brother, start recording now.” Ye Yun smiled before darting out of the Task Hall.
The managing disciple gaped at the token. He opened his mouth to protest, but Ye Yun had already vanished. Grudgingly, he picked up the token to record the Contribution Points.
Ye Yun stepped outside to find Ming Siyu standing in the plaza, sword pointing downward. His robes fluttered in the breeze, giving him an elegant yet imposing air.
“The Peak Master’s registered disciple,” Ming Siyu said coolly. “How fortunate. But no luck can save you today. Your fate ends here.”
Ye Yun asked, “No killing? Just crippling my cultivation?”
Ming Siyu lifted his brows. “Heaven favors mercy. As the Gentleman’s Sword wielder, I shed no blood needlessly. Crippling you suffices as punishment.”
Ye Yun chuckled. “My thanks, Senior Brother Ming. But I disagree.”
Ming Siyu sighed. “The Heavenly Sword Sect has rules. Were you not obstinate, I wouldn’t need to discipline you.”
“Living without cultivation is meaningless,” Ye Yun countered.
“This pains me too,” Ming Siyu said, shaking his head. “But you leave me no choice.”
“Then let me kill you,” Ye Yun suggested. “Your dilemma ends.”
Ming Siyu blinked, then laughed. “You’re merely second level Qi refining. Surrender, and I might show mercy.”
Ye Yun roared with laughter. “Enough talk! Will you grant me three strikes?”
The crowd gasped. Ming Siyu had reached the Qi refining pinnacle a year prior – he could afford thirty strikes. Yet Ye Yun’s boldness suggested hidden prowess.
Ming Siyu’s frown deepened. He knew Ye Yun’s true strength belied his cultivation level. Three strikes might prove fatal.
“Since you’re all talk,” Ye Yun taunted, “I’ll grant YOU three strikes!”
Uproar followed. Disciples muttered at Ye Yun’s audacity. Ming Siyu’s composure cracked, his face darkening.
“No concessions,” Ming Siyu snapped. His Gentleman’s Sword hummed, light rippling across its blade.
Purple light flashed as Ye Yun drew his sword. Ming Siyu could wait no longer.
“Gentlemen seek righteousness!” he intoned. The Gentleman’s Sword blazed, conjuring waves of light hiding a Divine Sword’s strike.
Ye Yun stood motionless, Purple Shadow Sword trembling faintly. The crowd stared – why no defense?
The light-sea parted. A colossal sword descended toward Ye Yun’s head.
It struck in an instant – no flourish, no mercy.
