Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: Soaring Sky
Ye Yun stared around in disbelief. The Demonic Beast Valley remained cloaked in black mist, yet he could now see clearly without using the Glimmering Light Technique. Though the dark haze lingered in his vision, his gaze pierced through it effortlessly.
The female Ice Soul Snow Snake lay nearly split in two nearby, while the male snake that had almost killed him lay rigid and lifeless beside it.
"What happened?"
Ye Yun sensed the transformation in his vision – everything within a hundred meters appeared as clear as daylight. His wounds had vanished, replaced by unfamiliar energy coursing through his veins.
He tapped his right palm lightly against the ground. His body shot upward, leaping several zhang high with unnatural lightness. The rushing wind carried faint insect noises from kilometers away to his ears.
Examining his transformed body, Ye Yun suddenly lashed out at a nearby ancient tree.
Boom!
His fist tore through the trunk thick enough to require three men’s embrace, leaving a gaping hole.
Tremendous spiritual power surged within him – far beyond what any third-level body refinement practitioner at the marrow cleansing stage should possess. This was at least tenfold amplification.
After frozen moment, Ye Yun whirled and kicked off the ground. Another great crash echoed as he smashed through a large tree with his bare hands.
"How? What changed?"
Standing dumbfounded on the second layer’s grassy field, Ye Yun stared at his unscathed fists. His cultivation remained at third-level body refinement, yet his power dwarfed even fifth-stage experts who compressed energy through internal breath.
He reconstructed the events: battling twin Ice Soul Snow Snakes, perishing with the female serpent, then seeing black and white lights descend from sky before everything blurred.
"Did those lights alter my body?" Ye Yun inhaled deeply, sensing only abundant spiritual power without abnormalities. "Did heaven witness my desperation and grant this miracle?"
His gaze pierced the mist-shrouded canopy, searching the obscured heavens.
…
At the outer court square, Liu Daolie sneered at cowering newcomers. "Remember this – servant disciples surrender 70% of monthly spirit stones. After six months, 50%. After a year, 20%. Dissenters get transferred to Beast Training Tower."
"Understood!" The youths trembled under his oppressive aura, more fearful than angry.
"Good. Teachable whelps." Liu Daolie nodded approvingly.
A gaunt boy in the crowd glared with simmering rage.
"Eh? You’re Shen Mo?" Liu Daolie’s smile vanished. "Objections?"
"Extorting cultivation resources violates sect law." Shen Mo forced through clenched teeth.
"Law?" Liu Daolie barked laughter. "New disciples challenging elders deserve Beast Training Tower reflection!"
Two stone-faced disciples moved toward Shen Mo. Nearby servant disciples winced – the tower meant death even for veterans, let alone untrained novices.
Though trembling with pale face, Shen Mo’s eyes blazed defiance without begging.
"Liu Daolie! You think tyranny lasts forever?"
A cold voice cut through from behind the crowd.
“Hmm?” Liu Daolie stiffened, turning to look. His eyes instantly gleamed with frost. “So it’s you. After hiding for three days and missing Tian Zhu Peak’s herb collection, you dare show yourself? Perfect timing—I’ll send you straight to the Beast Training Tower!”
Three days? He’d been missing three days? The black and white light’s baptism had knocked him unconscious that long?
Ye Yun stepped forward. The black and white light hadn’t just altered his physique—the two figures’ fearless presence against the endless golden-armored warriors had transformed his spirit. He refused to cower anymore. Even in death, he’d carve his mark upon the world!
Liu Daolie’s disciples abandoned Shen Mo, lunging viciously at Ye Yun.
A cold smile twisted Ye Yun’s lips as spiritual power surged within him.
Boom! Boom!
Two muffled thuds. The attackers flew backward, crashing down to stain the plaza with blood.
Silence fell. A pin drop would’ve echoed.
None foresaw this. For years, Liu Daolie had dominated through cultivation and sect connections. Who dared oppose him openly?
Many servant disciples knew Ye Yun’s former strength—he couldn’t have beaten either disciple before, let alone floored both instantly!
Liu Daolie gaped, stunned by the pressure radiating from Ye Yun.
Ye Yun shot him an icy glance before turning to Shen Mo. “Injured?”
“N-no. Thanks.” Shen Mo shook his head, shyness replacing his earlier defiance.
“Good. Step back. I’ve old debts to settle.” Ye Yun jerked his chin at Liu Daolie.
“Right!” Shen Mo’s eyes sparkled. “Be careful, Senior Brother!”
Liu Daolie’s face darkened—they were ignoring him completely.
“Remember, Ye Yun,” he hissed, “these rules weren’t mine alone. The spirit stones here feed more mouths than just mine.”
Ye Yun understood. But having chosen this path, he wouldn’t waver.
He inhaled deeply, stepping forward. As he did, the distant cloud-shrouded halls behind Liu Daolie seemed to pulse with the black-white figures’ essence. Unshakable pride radiated from him.
Liu Daolie’s gaze turned glacial. His joints crackled like roasting beans—a fourth-stage body refiner who’d tempered organs and bones, his blood infused with spiritual power. Among servant disciples, he stood supreme.
“First you neglect duties, now assault seniors. Killing you breaks no rules.” His voice cut through the plaza.
Whispers erupted:
“Madness!”
“Even if he’s stronger now, Liu Daolie’s stones grease Tian Zhu Peak’s elders!”
“He threw away his outer disciple chance…”
The crowd murmured pityingly—Ye Yun’s doom seemed certain.
“Careful, Brother Ye.” Shen Mo held his ground.
“Weakest, yet bravest.” Ye Yun ruffled the boy’s hair, drawing a blush.
“Strike first,” Liu Daolie growled, aura peaking.
Ye Yun sneered. “Eager to die? I’ll oblige.”
He launched like a tiger, unstoppable.
“Hmph!” Liu Daolie spread his stance, palm striking out.
“Mountain Splitter Technique!” A basic outer sect skill, yet lethal to servant disciples.
“Tiger Roars in the Forest!” Ye Yun countered with the rudimentary Fierce Tiger Fist—pure brute force.
CRACK!
Fist met palm. A figure hurtled backward, smashing into a stone pillar.
Ye Yun stood immovable as mountains, staring down at the fallen Liu Daolie with icy scorn.
Gasps rippled. Liu Daolie spat blood, limbs trembling too weakly to rise. Impossible—he’d been bested by basic combat skills?
SLAP! The elder struck his own face, shock widening his eyes. Reality sank in—Ye Yun had felled him with one blow.
