Chapter 458
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Chapter 458: Disciples of Xuan Yuan Sect
As Ye Yun ventured deeper into the valley, the lightning grew denser and more intense. He wasn’t sure what level of lightning the Thunder Avoidance Talismans could withstand, but he felt no immediate threat. Having cultivated pure Thunder Spirit Qi and comprehended the Lightning Element Law, he suspected he might be the only person in Thunder Falls Valley capable of standing firm amidst endless heavenly tribulations.
Of course, Ye Yun didn’t know how Golden Core stage experts who’d survived their great tribulations handled the valley’s lightning—whether they resisted effortlessly or still relied on talismans remained a mystery.
Ten thousand years ago, Thunder Falls Valley had been part of a vast mountain range. Lightning struck suddenly one day, flattening the mountains over millennia until only this hundred-mile valley remained, perpetually ravaged by storms.
Lightning, as divine punishment, reduced everything to ashes, creating this lifeless zone. Yet nature’s wonders persisted—the famed Thunder Wood thrived here, and Yue Huai-Chang claimed even Ice Spirit Herbs grew in the core area.
Ye Yun raced forward, covering dozens of miles in moments. He’d likely reach the lightning-dense core within a hundred miles.
Less than thirty miles later, he spotted a crowd—two groups, one of three and another of nine. This was the largest gathering he’d seen since entering the valley.
“Is Thunder Falls Valley your backyard? Must all treasures go to Xuan Yuan Sect?” shouted a youth from the nine-strong group.
“First finder keeps the treasure—an unwritten rule upheld for millennia. Yun Hua Sect ignores this and dares steal?” retorted a Xuan Yuan disciple coldly.
Zhang Yicheng of Yun Hua Sect flushed red. “We found this Thundercloud Grass first! By the rule, it’s ours!”
Chu Haoran of Xuan Yuan Sect smirked. “Proof, Zhang Yicheng? Where are your witnesses? We discovered it. Leave now while I’m merciful.”
“Chu Haoran! Your name means ‘righteous,’ yet you twist truth! Two juniors were injured securing this herb! You came later!” Zhang Yicheng trembled with rage.
Chu Haoran shrugged. “No proof means no claim. We’ve watched you stabilize the herb—your skill ends there. Failure to detect us proves your weakness. Leave before I kill you all.”
Blades flashed as Yun Hua disciples nearly lost control.
“Fighting us?” Chu Haoran’s murderous intent solidified. “Has the world forgotten Xuan Yuan Sect’s might?”
A young Yun Hua disciple spat, “Evil sect! Had you surfaced earlier, righteous forces would’ve wiped you out!”
Zhang Yicheng paled, stepping back. Chu Haoran’s face darkened completely.
“A first-level Golden Core ant mocks Xuan Yuan? Our errand boys are Golden Core! Die!” Crimson light coalesced into a flaming bird in Chu Haoran’s palm.
“Fire Spirit Qi?!” Zhang Yicheng gasped. Yun Hua Sect was second-rate in Great Qin Empire, incomparable to Divine Grace Palace or Alchemy Cauldron Building.
Though Xuan Yuan Sect had vanished after barely losing to Heavenly Sword Sect’s Nascent Soul expert millennia ago, their infamous legacy persisted—ruthless cultivation techniques, disciple infighting breeding elites rather than sheltered weaklings.
Zhang Yicheng’s group stood no chance against three peak fourth-level Golden Core opponents. Yet abandoning Thundercloud Grass pained them—their main goal besides training.
“Third-level Golden Core novices dare shout at us?” Chu Haoran sneered. “Kneel and die.”
The Xuan Yuan trio advanced, murderous intent spiking.
Behind a boulder, Ye Yun narrowed his eyes. He recognized Xuan Yuan Sect—Sage Huo Yun’s faction, responsible for Su Hao and Shui Qingxuan’s deaths. He’d sworn to exterminate them. Now, interest would be collected.
As he prepared to strike, Ancestor of the Sword Path’s voice interrupted: “Wait. Let them kill a few first.”
Ye Yun paused, confused.
“Yun Hua Sect betrayed Heavenly Sword Sect after receiving its aid. They might hold secrets. Save them when desperate—they’ll owe you.”
Understanding flashed—Ye Yun smiled. Letting Xuan Yuan kill some would make survivors grateful, easing future inquiries. Elite valley entrants held valuable intelligence.
His spirit perception spread, tracking the conflict under lightning’s cover.
