Chapter 300
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Chapter 300: Startling Words
Jun Ruolan’s expression remained calm, her smile charming as she gazed at Ye Yun, showing no trace of panic or fear. It was unclear whether her confidence came from the Thousand Miles Shadow Escape Talisman or some other hidden card.
“Time is running out,” Jun Ruolan murmured. The mountain wind swept past, fluttering her skirt, making her resemble a celestial being descended to earth.
“Ye Yun, kill her now—no more delays!” Duan Chenfeng barked, his hands bloodied as he glared.
Ye Yun stepped forward, his purple long sword trembling violently in his grip. The Purple Shadow Sword shimmered with waves of purple light, held defensively before him.
“This is the third form of the Thundercloud Lightning Sword—Divine Thunder Annihilation. But it’s far stronger than the version stored in the Zang Wu Pavilion,” Jun Ruolan remarked, studying the swirling purple light as thunder rumbled around them.
“Try it yourself and see,” Ye Yun retorted coldly, his disdain for her plain.
Since their days competing to become outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect at Tian Zhu Peak, Jun Ruolan had flaunted her prodigious talent. He’d assumed the sect’s higher-ups would groom her into a peerless expert. Instead, she’d revealed herself as venomous, ruthless in her ambitions, yet still wearing that deceptively innocent smile.
“Divine Thunder Annihilation!”
Ye Yun swung his sword.
Purple lightning thicker than a child’s arm split the sky, crashing toward Jun Ruolan with blinding speed.
She tilted her head, eyes slitting as an ice-blue jade hairpin materialized in her hand. With a flick, she hurled it at the incoming bolt.
*Crack!*
The lightning split cleanly around the hairpin, detonating harmlessly beside her.
Jun Ruolan stood untouched amidst the fading sparks.
Ye Yun’s eyes widened. How had she grown so powerful? What tier of treasure was that hairpin? Why hadn’t she used it earlier? Without the escape talisman, she’d be dead—yet now, her cultivation level felt unnervingly opaque, her aura shrouded in mystery.
“That third form is impressive,” Jun Ruolan said lightly. “Where did you acquire it?”
“None of your concern,” Ye Yun snapped. “Face this!”
He raised the Purple Shadow Sword. Light rippled across the blade as sword energy coalesced.
“Born as a Sword!”
Ye Yun’s roar echoed like a dragon’s cry. His presence swelled, mountainous and indomitable, as he brought the sword down with world-splitting force.
“Ye Yun! Her cultivation—it’s reached the third level of Foundation Establishment!” Su Ling’s warning pierced the air.
The blade faltered mid-swing. Earlier, he’d sensed something off about her aura but dismissed it. If she’d truly broken through to stage three, her attacks could rival stage four or five. And while he’d regained his strength, his injuries lingered—his true qi still depleted. Against her full power, even his hardened body might fail.
But hesitation vanished as swiftly as it came. Gritting his teeth, Ye Yun committed to the strike.
Jun Ruolan’s demeanor shifted abruptly. Ice-blue true qi erupted from her, crystallizing into hundreds of arrows that merged mid-air into a colossal ice-blue projectile aimed at Ye Yun’s heart.
Born as a Sword fused every technique he’d mastered into one flawless motion. This was his pinnacle strike—perfectly balanced, utterly lethal.
*Boom—!*
The ice blue giant arrow struck the Purple Shadow Sword violently, unleashing a wild force that swept outward in all directions.
Su Yinxue and the others stood dozens of feet away but were instantly thrown off balance by the shockwave, sent tumbling through the air. Su Ling, Duan Chenfeng, and the rest suffered the same fate, hurled over ten zhang away by the raging energy wave.
The dense woods became shrouded in icy blue light, completely obscuring Ye Yun and Jun Ruolan from view.
"How?!" Duan Chenfeng scrambled to his feet, panic twisting his features. "How did that snake Jun Ruolan suddenly reach the third level of Foundation Establishment? Her power’s increased tenfold! Can Ye Yun survive this?"
"Brother Ye’s injuries haven’t fully healed," Yu Minghong fretted, wringing his hands. "Can he withstand such an attack?"
Su Yinxue, the group’s most experienced cultivator, studied the shimmering blue barrier before shaking her head. "That jade hairpin and this technique—neither belong to the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Celestial Techniques," she declared coldly.
Duan Chenfeng’s eyes widened. "You mean she’s an infiltrator? A spy?"
"Correct." Su Yinxue nodded. "The power behind that arrow… Jun Ruolan can’t possibly wield its full strength. If unleashed completely, only experts like my father could counter it."
Su Ling added, her voice steadying, "The sect has no records of such techniques. Had they existed, generations of disciples would’ve mastered them by now."
"So the viper came here with hidden motives!" Duan Chenfeng snarled, fists clenching.
The group fell silent, watching the fading blue light with bated breath.
CRACK!
The frozen barrier shattered like glass, fracturing into glittering shards that dissolved in the air.
Ye Yun stood pale but upright, glaring at his opponent. Jun Ruolan remained composed despite missing sleeves, twin trails of blood snaking down her arms.
"Fascinating," she mused, voice calm as still water. "A third-level Qi Refining cultivator matching my enhanced power? How… unexpected."
Ye Yun’s hands trembled slightly. That arrow’s force had nearly crushed him—only the sudden emergence of the Heart of Immortals and Demons’ rainbow shield had saved him. How had she jumped two cultivation levels? Where did she obtain such artifacts?
"Who. Are. You." Ye Yun bit out. His desperate Born as a Sword strike had split into twin arcs, wounding her shoulders.
"Just Tian Shen Peak’s genius disciple," Jun Ruolan smiled sweetly, bloodstains contrasting with her serene expression.
Ye Yun shoved medicinal pills into his mouth, replenishing his true qi.
"You’ve guessed already," Jun Ruolan continued, tone shifting. "I joined the sect not to learn, but to retrieve something."
"What?"
"A Demon Race relic." Her gaze slid toward Su Ling.
"Lies!" Ye Yun’s murderous intent thickened. "The Heavenly Sword Sect holds no demon artifacts! The Demon Race vanished millennia ago!"
"They never left." Her gentle words carried thunderous weight. "Their treasures still walk among us."
The chilling implication hung in the air—if Su Ling’s awakened Demon Race Bloodline existed, why not other remnants?
"Enough stalling!" Ye Yun roared. Golden sunlight haloed him as he leapt skyward, Purple Shadow Sword gleaming like divine judgment.
