Chapter 326
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Chapter 326: Sound Spreads for Thousands of Miles
“You young ones truly know nothing of the heights of heaven or the depths of earth!”
The voice wasn’t loud, nor did it carry any imposing force, yet it rang clearly in every ear as though emanating from every speck of air around them.
“Who’s there?” Ye Yun spun around, scanning the area.
From the mouth of a distant mountain cave, the blood-soaked Golden Core expert Mei Yansheng struggled to his feet and shrieked hysterically, “Senior Brother! Is that you? I knew you wouldn’t abandon me!”
Senior Brother?
Hearing Mei Yansheng’s desperate cry, the crowd peered in all directions, searching for this mysterious figure.
Yet no one—not even Murong Wuqing on the Judgment Platform or Yan Changchun, Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect—could locate the source. The voice simply echoed endlessly through the air.
“Demons remain demons. Humans and demons are fundamentally distinct. Should a human bear the Demon Race Bloodline, they’ll inevitably become a monster. Conversely, any demon tainted by human blood faces certain death. This truth has held for millennia, yet fools still dare challenge it—proof of their ignorance.”
The voice drifted calmly around them, crisp and inescapable.
Ye Yun glanced at Elder Seven and saw the old man’s solemn expression—even he couldn’t identify the speaker.
“Junior Brother Mei,” the voice continued, “I warned you to focus on your cultivation, yet you scattered your efforts. Now you’ve paid the price. Upon returning, you’ll train in the back mountain for thirty years. Fail to reach the seventh-level Golden Core stage by then, and I’ll strip your cultivation myself.”
Mei Yansheng’s joy vanished. Slumping to the ground, he bowed toward empty air. “This disciple accepts Senior Brother’s judgment.”
“To be wounded by insects who’ve yet to grasp cultivation’s essence brings shame to our sect. Cripple one arm before entering seclusion.”
“Yes, Senior Brother!” Mei Yansheng knelt obediently at the cave opening.
Ye Yun focused inwardly. *Ancestor, can you sense this person’s cultivation level?*
The Ancestor of the Sword Path replied after a pause, *This is the Sound Spreads for Thousands of Miles technique. The user isn’t nearby—they’re tens of thousands of miles away.*
*That’s impossible!* Ye Yun thought.
*Any fifth-level Golden Core cultivator can unleash this,* the Ancestor sneered. *But judging by his threats to Mei, he’s likely undergone pill-break and rebirth into the Nascent Soul stage.*
Ye Yun’s mind reeled. The Golden Core stage already seemed unreachable—he’d only recently learned of realms beyond it. Yet now a Nascent Soul expert might descend?
*Flee now,* the Ancestor urged. *Even Golden Core Mei could erase you with a finger.*
Ye Yun’s jaw tightened. *I won’t abandon my masters or Ling’er. I’ll face this Nascent Soul cultivator.*
*Fool! Their mere pressure could crush your body and scatter your spirit!*
*Then leave,* Ye Yun shot back. *Or must I evict you from the Soul Turning Tower?*
The Ancestor hissed, *Stubborn brat! One misstep and you’ll perish before realizing your error.*
“Old man, I know you don’t want to die, and I don’t either. But if I leave now, lingering doubts will haunt my heart, breeding Mental Demons that could halt my cultivation progress permanently,” Ye Yun said firmly.
The Ancestor of the Sword Path sighed. “You’re not wrong. Do as you wish. I’ve existed like this for centuries—a few more years matter little.”
Ye Yun chuckled. “Relax, old man. You said I’m a prodigy, didn’t you? I’ll not only reach the ‘pill has broken and they’re reborn’ stage but also ascend to the Earth Immortal realm. I won’t die easily.”
The Ancestor huffed and went silent.
Their exchange remained unheard. Ye Yun stood motionless, seemingly stunned by the voices surrounding him.
“Who are you? Reveal yourself!”
“Patience. I’ll arrive after settling trivial matters,” the voice answered, both distant and eerily close.
“Since you’re Mei Yansheng’s senior from the Great Qin Empire, we invite you to visit our Heavenly Sword Sect,” Yan Changchun said calmly, though his expression grew tense.
“Prepare the girl with Demon Race Bloodline within three hours. She’ll be taken to the royal city,” the voice stated softly yet with undeniable authority.
“Hiding while mocking Jin Kingdom’s cultivators? How arrogant!” Yan Changchun snapped.
“You heard correctly. You’re not cultivators—just insects in this realm,” the voice jeered.
“Outrageous!”
Murong Wuqing’s shout reverberated as countless lights flickered and vanished across the sky.
“A cheap thousand-mile sound transmission trick! You’re no seventh-level Golden Core stage master!” Murong Wuqing barked from the Judgment Platform.
Silence followed, as if his words had severed the connection.
“Thousand-mile transmission uses special spiritual energy to relay sound waves across distances,” Murong Wuqing explained. “Disrupt the energy flow, and it fails.”
The crowd sighed in relief, their panic fading. None considered the skill required for such techniques—especially since Mei Yansheng himself was an early Golden Core stage cultivator.
Yan Changchun’s face relaxed slightly. Few knew of such arts, raising questions about Murong Wuqing’s knowledge.
“Wuqing was born for the heavenly path. His mastery of mystic arts saved us from deception.”
“Exactly! This ‘senior brother’ uses parlor tricks. He’d lose to Wuqing in battle!”
“Recall his insults? Calling us insects! He deserves execution!”
“If he appears, let’s skin him for dog food!”
“Too cruel. Better cripple his cultivation and make him a servant disciple.”
“Brother Su’s compassion humbles us!”
“Brother Yu flatters me! Your talent will soon eclipse mine.”
Their boasts escalated until they treated the threat as trivial. Only Yan Changchun and seasoned experts remained guarded—anyone wielding sound transmission couldn’t be weak, and Mei Yansheng’s fear hinted at Exceptional Cultivation Level.
“Ignorant insects. This is ten-thousand-mile transmission. I converse with you from a hundred thousand miles away—your ‘thousand-mile’ trick is child’s play.”
The voice returned, unaffected by earlier disruptions. The crowd fell deathly silent.
“When demon calamity stirs, a sword comes from the west. You must be that sword!”
“Amusing. You insects guessed my origin.”
