Chapter 268
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Chapter 268: Spirit Pill
"Senior Brother Murong Wuhen, are you preparing to chop off your left arm or right arm?"
Ye Yun’s voice dripped with biting sarcasm.
Murong Wuhen froze mid-step, his face hardening like frost. Though he’d suppressed his injury from Ye Yun’s sword strike using miraculous pills, the younger cultivator’s taunts made his blood boil. Since childhood, he’d been the center of attention – a prodigy whose cultivation path advanced like wind across a thousand miles. Before each breakthrough in the Qi refining stage, he’d meticulously polish his cultivation to absolute perfection. Even his revered elder brother Murong Wuqing acknowledged his superior talent.
Never had this rising star endured such humiliation. Not only had Ye Yun – a mere third level Qi refining cultivator – withstood his Ice Sealing technique, but that crude-looking yet profoundly skillful swordplay had actually wounded him. The mockery now made his chest constrict with rage.
"You think victory’s assured?" Murong Wuhen’s pallid face twisted into something ghastly.
"Can’t admit defeat?" Duan Chenfeng’s voice cut in before Ye Yun could reply. "Weren’t you boasting about dismembering us earlier?"
"Exactly!" Su Ling planted hands on her hips, all ladylike pretense abandoned. "Now you turtle-shelled cowards want to retreat?"
Murong Wuhen’s eyes flashed dangerously. "Seeking early graves?"
"Still pretending to be the Heavenly Sword Sect’s top genius?" Su Ling scoffed fearlessly. "How shameless!"
Duan Chenfeng chuckled. "Silly junior sister, braggarts have no faces. Their upper lips touch heaven, lower lips scrape earth – where would faces fit?"
Laughter erupted from Su Ling’s group while Murong Wuhen and Jiang Ruchao turned corpse-pale, murderous intent thickening around them like miasma.
Lightning crackled as Ye Yun materialized protectively before his comrades. "Planning to attack, senior brother?"
Murong Wuhen’s chest heaved before he finally hissed, "Today’s your win. We’ll settle this later."
Ye Yun smiled innocently. "But you promised to withdraw permanently if I withstood your attack."
Jiang Ruchao hastily interjected, "That agreement’s void since you injured Senior Brother Wuhen!"
Murong Wuhen shot his subordinate a venomous glare before summoning a giant bird. Within moments, he’d vanished into the horizon. His followers scrambled after him in panicked retreat.
"Letting them escape?" Duan Chenfeng’s thunderous protest shook the Soul-Cutting Mountains.
Ye Yun gripped his arm. "Enough."
"Foolish mercy!" Duan Chenfeng argued. "We could eliminate them here without Tian Shen Peak’s reprisal!"
"Why spare them?" Su Ling clung to Ye Yun’s arm.
The answer came as blood sprayed from Ye Yun’s lips.
"You’re hurt!" they cried in unison.
"Just… backlash from breaking his defense," Ye Yun managed, wiping crimson streaks. "I’ll recover… with rest."
“No wonder you let them go earlier—it was because you were injured,” Duan Chenfeng finally realized. He had initially believed that Ye Yun, based on his understanding of him, would never have let Murong Wuhen escape.
“Not entirely because of the injury,” Ye Yun shook his head.
“Since Murong Wuhen dared to remain here after being wounded instead of fleeing immediately, he must have hidden lifesaving techniques or desperate counterattacks prepared. And Ye Yun is also injured. If we fought them to the death now, even if we succeeded in slaying them all, who could guarantee our own survival? That’s why Ye Yun chose to let them leave,” Su Yinxue’s gentle voice chimed in, still melodious.
Ye Yun nodded. The earlier use of Born as a Sword had drained him greatly, and the backlash from Murong Wuhen’s Icy Light Jade Plate left his five internal organs searing with pain, his true qi scattered.
He glanced at Su Yinxue in surprise. He hadn’t expected this girl to grasp the situation so thoroughly. Her wisdom surpassed even Su Ling’s.
“What do we do now?” Duan Chenfeng frowned, nodding before asking again.
“You fool! The priority is to heal Ye Yun’s injuries. We’ll be stuck here for days anyway—why the rush?” Su Ling snorted, glaring at him.
“Indeed, healing comes first,” Su Yinxue agreed. She opened her palm, revealing an orange pill emitting a faint fragrance.
“Apricot Yellow Transformation Pill?” Su Ling gasped.
“What’s that?” Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong asked together.
“Yes. It’s an extremely rare healing herb,” Su Ling explained, eyes wide. “They say it can regenerate flesh from bone and revive the dying. As long as you’re breathing, it’ll save your life.”
Ye Yun frowned. “Such a precious pill shouldn’t be wasted. My injuries aren’t fatal—I’ll recover soon enough.”
His Thunder Sound Metamorphosis Ring held many healing herbs, but none like this orange pill. If it truly possessed such miraculous power, using it now felt excessive.
“Other pills would suffice if they hasten recovery,” Su Yinxue conceded, pressing the Apricot Yellow Transformation Pill into Ye Yun’s hand. “But keep this. As our strongest member, you’ll face the greatest dangers ahead. This pill could mean a second chance.”
Feeling the warmth of her fingertips, Ye Yun studied the pill before nodding. He wasn’t one for false modesty—her logic was sound.
Storing the pill in his ring, he retrieved a jade bottle and swallowed a teal pill. It dissolved instantly, a pure stream of energy soothing his throat. His mind cleared immediately, scattered true qi stabilizing.
As his true qi circulated naturally, his internal injuries began mending. Closing his eyes, he sank into deep meditation.
Two hours later, he opened his eyes, complexion restored and true qi surging robustly.
“You’re healed?” Su Ling, who’d been guarding him, asked eagerly.
Ye Yun patted her head. “Recovered.”
“Was that pill the Clear Rhythm Pill?” Su Yinxue asked softly, hope glimmering in her eyes.
Ye Yun hesitated before nodding. “Just the Clear Rhythm Pill, not some divine spirit pill.”
Su Yinxue smiled. “Then you’ve claimed Hualun Secret Vault’s greatest treasure. We’d wondered who took it.”
“How’d you know?”
“The Clear Rhythm Pill was Hualun’s signature healing herb during her Golden Core stage. Though less potent than the Apricot Yellow Transformation Pill, it excels against internal injuries. That bottle you had likely contained dozens—such abundance suggests you’ve secured other treasures too.”
Duan Chenfeng and Su Ling fixed him with accusing glares.
“True?” Su Ling demanded.
“Confess! Did you lie?” Duan Chenfeng growled.
Ye Yun sighed dramatically. “My flawless acting ruined by one detail! Senior Sister Yinxue sees all.”
“You lied? Prepare to die!” Duan Chenfeng roared, lunging with raised fists.
Su Ling pinched Ye Yun’s waist viciously. “Traitor!”
“Easy! I’ll give you each one!”
Ye Yun’s cries of mock agony echoed far into the wilderness.
