Chapter 438
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Chapter 438: Restrictions
The words "Absolute Heart" embodied the core principles demanded of the Discipline Hall’s disciples: fairness, impartiality, and strict adherence to rules and evidence over personal bias.
Before obtaining the Heart of Immortals and Demons, Ye Yun had strictly followed the rules, knowing they were his only shield in the Heavenly Sword Sect’s servant quarters. Yet as his cultivation level grew, he came to understand that rules were built upon strength. Once one reached a certain power, they rose above those rules.
With his current strength, returning to the Jin Kingdom would place Ye Yun beyond its laws. Similarly, Tian Yunzi existed almost outside the Divine Grace Palace’s rules. If Ye Yun reached the Nascent Soul stage, he too could transcend the sect’s restrictions.
Thus, Ye Yun cared little for rules. Passing Tian Yunzi’s assessment to become a formal disciple meant access to vast training resources and rapid advancement. For now, boosting his cultivation and clearing the trial dominated his thoughts.
Zhuge Chong maintained his speed as they flew, passing disciples who halted to bow—a testament to his standing at Absolute Heart Peak.
"These are inner disciples. Commoners handle chores and can’t fly," Zhuge Chong said, nodding without breaking stride.
Ye Yun noted the Divine Grace Palace’s strict hierarchy, exactly what he wanted. As Tian Yunzi’s new Registered Disciple with mere third-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, he’d inevitably draw resentment. Conflicts would let him act boldly, seizing the higher-ups’ attention.
Absolute Heart Peak loomed barren, its dark slopes devoid of greenery. Midway up, dozens of isolated Small Courtyards dotted a platform, each spaced several zhang apart.
"Registered Disciples reside here. Let’s check vacancies," Zhuge Chong said, pausing near a building ten zhang ahead.
"Zheng Tong greets Senior Brother Zhuge."
A white-robed elder rushed over, bowing deeply. Ye Yun stifled a laugh—the man appeared sixty yet addressed twenty-year-old Zhuge Chong as senior.
"Rank depends on cultivation, not age," Zhuge Chong explained. "Junior Brother Zheng Tong manages the Registered Disciples. He’s at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, nearing his alchemy pill."
Ye Yun clasped his hands. "Ye Yun greets Senior Brother Zheng."
Zheng Tong smiled. "Another Registered Disciple. Excellent."
"How many now?" Zhuge Chong asked.
"Eight. Nine with Ye Yun. We’ll soon arrange a trial."
"Pick any empty courtyard," Zhuge Chong told Ye Yun.
"I’ll take one far from the others. No need for distractions before I become a formal disciple," Ye Yun declared.
Zheng Tong studied him, amused.
Zhuge Chong shrugged. "Assign his courtyard. Ignore the rest."
"Truly ignore it?" Zheng Tong asked.
"Truly."
Ye Yun frowned. "Ignore what?"
Zheng Tong chuckled. "I’ll prepare your courtyard."
Zhuge Chong snorted. "You’ll learn becoming Master’s formal disciple isn’t simple."
Ye Yun smirked. "Those eight troublemakers will test me? Good. Saves me the trouble."
Ye Yun recalled Zhuge Chong’s words about Registered Disciples occasionally engaging in life-and-death battles. Though such acts were likely forbidden under normal circumstances, there were times when Tian Yunzi wouldn’t care.
With his current cultivation level, Ye Yun could now spar against early Golden Core stage cultivators. He wondered how he’d fare against these peak Foundation Establishment Registered Disciples.
Though Ye Yun acted arrogantly, he knew these disciples chosen by Tian Yunzi were no ordinary talents. Each was an outstanding genius of the Divine Grace Palace, blessed with top-tier aptitudes, resources, cultivation techniques, and cultivation speeds. If he could challenge higher realms, so could they.
Given their peak Foundation Establishment cultivation, even an average Golden Core cultivator would struggle to defeat them.
A faint smile crossed Ye Yun’s lips. His recent breakthrough demanded worthy opponents to test his true limits.
"Junior Brother Ye Yun, I’ve picked two spots for you—both secluded, near that cliff wall. Take a look," Zheng Tong approached, smiling.
Ye Yun waved dismissively. "Thanks, Senior Brother Zheng. Any place will do—I’m not fussy."
He strode toward the two Small Courtyards by the cliff, choosing the one closest to the precipice.
Light and shadow flickered as dozens of luminous threads wove together, barring his path.
"Array restrictions?" Ye Yun froze, surprised by the courtyard’s defenses.
Zhuge Chong and Zheng Tong watched silently, amused. Entering required breaking the restrictions—if he couldn’t manage even this, he had no right to be Tian Yunzi’s disciple.
Understanding dawned on Ye Yun. With a cold smirk, he unleashed his mental intent toward the shimmering barrier.
"Senior Brother Zhuge, how long until he breaks through?" Zheng Tong asked.
"An hour, perhaps," Zhuge Chong shrugged, mildly confident.
Zheng Tong raised an eyebrow. "You rate him that highly? Only eight have cracked this century-old restriction within an hour—including yourself back then."
Zhuge Chong nodded. "His talent and cultivation seem comparable to mine."
Zheng Tong blinked. "To think you’d say that—the Master has only accepted three formal disciples in decades."
Zhuge Chong merely smiled, eyes fixed on Ye Yun.
The youth stood motionless before the courtyard for half an hour.
"Doesn’t he know how restrictions work?" Zheng Tong muttered, having never seen a disciple idle so long.
Zhuge Chong frowned. Normally, one would probe for weaknesses first. This passive observation was unheard of.
They exchanged baffled glances. The restriction was notoriously tricky—the fastest took an hour, the slowest a full day. Any success within hours would suffice.
Suddenly, Ye Yun moved.
His right hand flickered, conjuring luminous threads that shrouded his body instead of attacking the barrier. Then—he charged straight into the restriction.
And vanished.
Gone.
The two seniors gaped.
Ye Yun had disappeared into the light and shadow—as if passing through the restriction itself.
How?
