Chapter 302

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Chapter 302: Sect Rumors

Murong Wuhen stood quietly, his overwhelming aura spreading outward like blades and swords, almost materializing to strike the crowd.

Su Yinxue and the others were stunned. None had imagined Murong Wuhen’s true cultivation had reached such heights. Why had he hidden his power until now?

They remembered how he’d nearly been defeated by Ye Yun’s earlier attack, surviving only by luck. Yet even then, he’d kept his true strength concealed. What was his purpose?

Murong Wuhen wasn’t ordinary. For geniuses like him, challenging stronger opponents was as natural as breathing. Now at Foundation Establishment stage four, even peak fifth-level experts might struggle against him.

With most still weakened, who could resist if he attacked now?

Even defiant Duan Chenfeng turned pale, silenced.

Only Ye Yun remained calm, faint amusement on his face.

"Junior Ye Yun, I was merely testing your potential earlier," Murong Wuhen declared with natural authority, hands clasped behind his back.

Ye Yun grinned, rubbing his nose. "Brother Wuhen, why the charade? Drop the intimidating act – no need for pretenses."

Murong Wuhen stiffened, eyes glinting sharply. "You dare claim my cultivation’s fake? That this aura comes from external sources?"

Ye Yun shrugged. "Isn’t it obvious?"

Murderous intent solidified in Murong Wuhen’s gaze like a drawn sword.

Ye Yun met his stare fearlessly, faint smile lingering.

"Ha!"

Suddenly Murong Wuhen laughed, his aura vanishing completely.

"How did you see through it?"

Ye Yun chuckled. "You were hiding in the dense woods earlier. Did you think me blind?"

Murong Wuhen blinked. "Impossible! Without Foundation Establishment’s spirit perception, how detected us a hundred zhang away?"

"Since you admit that, you must’ve heard about Jun Ruolan. She kept the Thousand Miles Shadow Escape Talisman despite mortal danger, daring to collude with the True Fire Flying Lion to kill us all. Only unexpected twists forced her escape."

Murong Wuhen frowned. "I guessed most of that. How relates to my cultivation?"

Ye Yun smiled. "True fourth-level talent like yours should rival fifth-level experts, even touch sixth-level power. Yet you couldn’t withstand my attacks and fled when the lion targeted me. Your true cultivation isn’t fourth-level."

"Maybe I pretended?"

"Brother Wuhen," Ye Yun said slowly, "you’ve never lacked resources or smooth paths, born to great clan and sect. Why risk death by hiding power?"

"Naturally, my Murong family lacks nothing!" Murong Wuhen blurted, then gasped. "Ah! I see now."

Ye Yun nodded. "Finally understand?"

"Understand what?" Su Ling and Duan Chenfeng chorused, confused by their cryptic exchange.

"I grew up with endless resources, cultivating freely." Murong Wuhen sighed. "Why would I hide power in life-death situations?"

"Exactly!" Ye Yun agreed. "Great clan disciples share this flaw – abundant talent and resources, but no willingness to risk true death. Your displayed cultivation was external trickery."

Murong Wuhen studied Ye Yun. "I underestimated you. Exceptional talent paired with sharp mind. Despite past conflicts, I admit – you’re worthy to stand beside me. You’ve earned the right to challenge Heavenly Sword Sect’s higher-ups."

Ye Yun stared. "Challenge the sect’s higher-ups?"

Murong Wuhen nodded and said, "Exactly, the qualification to challenge the Heavenly Sword Sect’s higher-ups. Soon you’ll realize the sect you know isn’t the true Heavenly Sword Sect. Before long, our sect will face great trouble."

"What do you mean?" Ye Yun pressed with a low voice.

"I don’t know specifics. Reflect on the sect’s changes this past year after returning – you might find clues." Murong Wuhen paused, eyes locking onto Su Ling. "I heard Jun Ruolan’s words. If Junior Sister Su Ling truly carries Demon Race Bloodline… then those longstanding rumors were true all along."

"What rumors?" Su Ling and Su Yinxue chorused.

Ye Yun felt an invisible curtain slowly lifting before them.

"When demon calamity emerges, a sword comes from the west!"

Murong Wuhen enunciated each word with heavy gravity.

"When demon calamity emerges, a sword comes from west…" Ye Yun repeated, sudden understanding flashing in his eyes. "Is the calamity Ling’er? Does the western sword mean demon-slaying experts are coming?"

"If that’s your interpretation," Su Yinxue asked urgently, "how does this connect to your claim about the sect’s hidden truth?"

Murong Wuhen countered, "Have you never wondered? Our millennium-old sect possesses spatial arrays and the Soul-Cutting Mountains’ secret realm – could Golden Core stage cultivators truly create these?"

The disciples weren’t fools. Murong Wuhen’s words pierced through their ignorance like sunlight through stormclouds.

"Golden Core practitioners barely grasp spatial laws," Su Yinxue murmured. "Yet we’ve maintained these complex arrays and teleportation arrays for centuries with few Golden Core masters…"

"Exactly!" Su Ling interjected. "Creating spatial realms from void requires power beyond Golden Core stage. Such Great Techniques are unimaginable!"

Duan Chenfeng barked, "Enough theory! When will this western sword arrive?"

Murong Wuhen inhaled deeply. "Less than six months. My brothers dismissed it as rumor… until Su Ling’s bloodline proved it true."

"Why wasn’t I informed?" Jiang Shui Ning demanded from the sidelines.

Murong Wuhen’s icy stare silenced her. "You lack clearance."

Jiang Shui Ning bit her lip, turning away angrily.

Ye Yun’s face darkened. He’d wanted to silence Jun Ruolan to protect Su Ling’s secret. Now he realized the sect’s higher-ups likely anticipated this. Cold dread filled his heart.

Murong Wuhen’s sudden camaraderie puzzled Ye Yun. Previously dismissive, now treating them as equals. Ye Yun remained wary but played along. "What’s your suggested course, Brother Wuhen?"

"My opinion matters little." Murong Wuhen turned skyward. "Only the sect’s stance counts."

Above them, a blue speck ballooned into a massive glowing sphere – the Soul-Cutting Mountains passage had reopened.