Chapter 394
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Chapter 394: Enemies Meet
In just a moment, a middle-aged man clad in a yellow robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon appeared. This was none other than the emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Duan Guangchen. Behind him stood Duan Chenfeng, who looked utterly drained, his face ashen and devoid of his former vigor.
“You are Ye Yun?” Duan Guangchen swept his gaze across the room, his tone indifferent.
Ye Yun ignored him entirely, striding directly to Duan Chenfeng. “Senior Brother Duan, are you alright?”
Duan Chenfeng lifted his head, eyes blank. “Who… are you?”
Ye Yun froze. That Duan Chenfeng no longer recognized him meant his soul had either suffered severe damage or been clouded by drugs or secret techniques.
“Explain this,” Ye Yun snapped, whirling to face Duan Guangchen.
“You arrived too early,” Duan Guangchen replied coolly. “Had you come two days later, you’d have seen him restored.”
“What do you mean?” Ye Yun demanded, voice sharp.
“In two days, the Golden Core power within him will fully transfer to me. The soul-numbing drug will fade once his cultivation is gone, and he’ll regain his senses.” Duan Guangchen smirked, studying Ye Yun’s reaction.
“You’re draining his Golden Core power?” Ye Yun’s voice turned glacial. “To strip a cultivator’s foundation—you deserve death.”
Duan Guangchen’s eyebrow arched. “A mere Heavenly Sword Sect disciple dares wreak havoc in my palace? You slaughtered my royal uncle. Such audacity.”
“Your reign ends today,” Ye Yun shot back, murderous intent thickening the air.
“Elder Hua,” Duan Guangchen called coldly, “deal with this.”
The air before Ye Yun rippled, twisting into a whirlpool. A figure emerged, voice echoing before fully materializing. “Ye Yun. We meet again.”
Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed as recognition struck. “Hua Yicheng’s face… but you’re Hualun.”
The figure was indeed Hualun—former master of the Secret Vault. After scheming for centuries to seize a worthy body, she’d been forced to possess her descendant Hua Yicheng when Ye Yun resisted her soul invasion. Now, her hatred burned fresh.
“You regrew your arm,” Ye Yun noted, eyeing her restored limb.
“Return what you stole,” Hualun said evenly, though her eyes glinted.
Ye Yun smirked. “Your vault’s treasures served me well. Pity they’re mostly spent. Have more to share?”
Hualun’s laughter rang hollow. “Keep the consumed pills and spirit stones. But three items must be returned: the Blood Jade Celestial Crystal, Purple Shadow Sword, and Soul Turning Tower. You cannot use them.”
“The sword and tower suit me nicely,” Ye Yun said, hand drifting to his hilt. “As for the crystal… perhaps I’ll find a use now.”
“Hand them over,” Hualun hissed, pressure erupting around her, “and live.”
Ye Yun crossed his arms. “Or?”
“Die!” The crushing aura intensified.
“Peak Foundation Establishment already?” Ye Yun observed, unfazed. “Impressive recovery for a fallen Golden Core expert.”
“Delaying my severed arm’s regeneration cost me advancement,” Hualun spat. “But Duan Guangchen’s resources proved… sufficient.”
Ye Yun’s gaze hardened. “So you taught him to leech Golden Core power. A pity his technique was flawed.”
“Flawed, yet fixable.” Hualun’s smile turned predatory. “Your essence will complete what Duan Chenfeng’s couldn’t. The emperor shall reach the Golden Core stage regardless.”
Purple light flared as Ye Yun drew his sword. “Want the Purple Shadow Sword? Come claim it.”
“Enough chatter!” Duan Guangchen barked. “Kill him!”
Hualun raised a hand. “His bloodline purity surpasses even the Demon Race’s ancient princes. Refining him could break our Golden Core limits.”
Duan Guangchen’s eyes gleamed. Blue light flickered around his clenched fist.
Ye Yun’s sword hummed, arcs of lightning skittering along the blade. “Decided yet? Or must I strike first?”
Hualun remained still, calculating. Duan Guangchen seethed but hesitated—this woman’s counsel had kept him alive this long.
“Final chance,” Hualun warned. “Yield the treasures.”
Ye Yun laughed. “Senile after centuries underground? I’d sooner trust a starving viper. Fight or flee—choose!”
His aura exploded outward, thunder cracking as purple lightning writhed around him. Before two peak Foundation Establishment experts, Ye Yun advanced, sword raised.
