Chapter 281
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Chapter 281: Heavenly Sword
Ye Yun had employed a provoking tactic. Though their interaction had been brief, he had sensed that Jun Ruolan wasn’t as arrogant as she appeared. In truth, she was deeply cautious, only making bold claims when utterly certain of victory.
Earlier, Ye Yun and the others had withstood a full-force strike from thirty criminals. Nearly everyone was severely injured. Logically, if Jun Ruolan attacked now, neither Ye Yun nor Murong Wuhen would have strength left to resist.
Yet Jun Ruolan couldn’t confirm whether they truly lacked fighting power—only that their injuries were undeniable. Murong Wuhen was Murong Wuqing’s brother; who knew what last-resort techniques he might still hold? As for Ye Yun, though Jun Ruolan pretended indifference, she had investigated this rising star. Without the sect’s focused training, he had reached the third level of Qi refining in a year—a feat even rarer than his true power rivaling a fourth-level Foundation Establishment expert, surpassing her own.
Jun Ruolan was cautious. Why rush to kill them when they were already wounded? The thirty criminals, though exhausted, would recover enough true qi soon. Even a weakened strike could finish the group. Why risk fighting now?
She stood smiling, her robes fluttering in the breeze, accentuating her graceful figure.
Unbeknownst to her, Ye Yun had anticipated this. As his cultivation improved, his connection to the Heart of Immortals and Demons had deepened. In crisis, it could protect him. He had silently pleaded for its aid, hoping for spiritual energy to heal his wounds.
The Heart of Immortals and Demons spun slowly in his brow, withholding its pure energy.
Ye Yun flipped his hand, revealing dozens of top-grade spirit stones. “Jun Ruolan, if you won’t act, I’ll heal myself with these.”
Jun Ruolan raised a delicate hand. “By all means.”
Ye Yun laughed. “How generous!”
Ignoring caution, he activated the Little Absorption Technique. The spirit stones glowed, shrinking rapidly until they were fingernail-sized and dull.
Dozens of spiritual energy streams swirled around him, liquefying into a cocoon that seeped into his pores, flooding toward the Heart of Immortals and Demons.
Jun Ruolan and Murong Wuhen stared, stunned by the unprecedented absorption speed.
Murong Wuhen felt a flicker of hope—they might survive this.
Jun Ruolan’s eyes widened. “How? Even the Sect Leader’s prodigy disciple can’t absorb this fast! These stones would take me ten days to refine!”
She froze, uncertain. Recalling Elder Shi’s words, she realized Ye Yun had mastered the Little Absorption Technique.
“No! He might actually recover!” Her expression hardened. A white ribbon materialized in her hand, its golden tip whistling as it shot toward Ye Yun.
Ye Yun had bet on her caution delaying her. But as the energy around him dwindled, she struck.
Inside him, spiritual energy surged into the Heart of Immortals and Demons. He needed just a little more time.
“Ruthless Heavenly Sword, Deity General battles the Demon!”
A thunderous shout echoed. A sacred heavenly sword materialized, followed by a golden-armored Deity General’s ethereal figure. The general tapped the sword, unleashing a golden slash toward Ye Yun.
*Boom!*
The sword’s phantom halted Jun Ruolan’s golden sphere mid-flight. The sphere rebounded with a metallic clang, flung dozens of zhang away.
The heavenly sword loomed before Ye Yun, radiating ruthless golden light.
“The Ruthless Heavenly Sword—Murong Wuqing’s signature move!” Jun Ruolan staggered back, shocked. “You shouldn’t have mastered this!”
Murong Wuhen stood pale but defiant, offering only a contemptuous snort.
Jun Ruolan’s fear spiked. That strike had surpassed fourth-level Foundation Establishment power. If unleashed at full strength earlier…
“Ah!” She smirked. “This wasn’t your strike. It’s a one-time technique Murong Wuqing gave you. You can’t grasp the Ruthless Essence!”
Murong Wuhen coughed blood, sneering. “Foolish Tian Shen Peak disciple! If my brother gave one, why not two?”
Jun Ruolan hesitated, then laughed. “Murong Wuqing is too ruthless to waste effort on a second technique.”
“Test me,” he taunted.
Her ribbon writhed, golden spheres humming ominously.
“You’re stalling,” she said, gliding forward.
Murong Wuhen grinned. “Then I’ll leave the rest to you, Ye Yun!”
A lazy voice rang out: “Rest easy, Brother Wuhen.”
