Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: Defiant Resistance
Dawn broke.
Crack!
Another low-grade spirit stone crumbled into dust as Ye Yun fully absorbed its spiritual power, the energy circulating endlessly through his meridians.
"Brother Ye, run!"
A boy’s panicked voice suddenly pierced Ye Yun’s ears.
The thin figure of Shen Mo burst into the courtyard, breathless from sprinting.
"Shen Mo? Why are you here?" Though Ye Yun asked, he already guessed the reason.
Sweat dripped from Shen Mo’s youthful face as he gasped for air. "Liu… Liu Yu’s coming!"
"So he’s finally here."
Instead of fear, a smile spread across Ye Yun’s face.
Had this happened days earlier, escape would’ve been necessary. But now—after stabilizing his refining organs stage and absorbing six spirit stones enhanced by the black and white lights—he felt certain his strength surpassed Liu Yu’s.
Superior power could compensate for lesser combat skills. This fight was winnable.
"Brother Ye Yun?"
Shen Mo stared in confusion at his companion’s calm demeanor.
Could it be…?
"Stay back to avoid getting hurt."
Ye Yun gave the boy a reassuring nod before striding from the courtyard.
"Ye Yun! There you are!"
Voices preceded the arrival of several figures rushing toward them.
Liu Daolie’s sneering call came first, his group materializing moments later. Beside him stood a white-robed young man with sharp brows and noble features—Liu Yu from Tian Zhu Peak. Though handsome, his frosty gaze treated the surrounding servant disciples like livestock.
"Uncle Liu Daolie. Long time no see." Ye Yun kept his tone neutral, deliberately ignoring Liu Yu.
"You stole a senior’s spirit stones and broke sect rules!" Liu Daolie crowed, turning to his companion. "This is the thief, brother."
The white-robed Liu Yu didn’t bother looking at Ye Yun. "Return the stones. Cut off both arms. Then I’ll spare you."
"Excellent."
Ye Yun’s laughter burned with fury.
This arrogant backer of Liu Daolie’s corruption—though meeting him for the first time—already filled Ye Yun with white-hot hatred.
Whoosh!
A mere twitch of muscles propelled Ye Yun instantly before Liu Daolie.
CRASH!
Liu Daolie screamed as he was sent flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth and spattering into crimson blossoms across the ground.
"You!"
Several disciples near Liu Daolie shrieked in shock. They could barely track Ye Yun’s movements—he seemed stronger than days prior. What stunned them more was Liu Yu standing right behind them. Ye Yun had dared to strike viciously under Liu Yu’s very nose.
Shen Mo behind Ye Yun gaped in disbelief. This wasn’t mere recklessness—it was suicidal.
"Why me again?!" Liu Daolie howled as he crashed down, frustration choking him. Ye Yun should’ve challenged Liu Yu directly, yet he’d attacked Liu Daolie first!
"You… outrageous!" Liu Yu’s eyes turned icy, his white robes flapping without wind.
Ye Yun sneered, tilting his chin upward. That punch thrown before Liu Yu had strengthened his fearless resolve. Now Liu Yu’s imposing manner seemed laughably pretentious.
Liu Yu froze.
Frost seemed to coat his face. These servant disciples were mere ants to Tian Zhu Peak—yet this ant dared mock him!
"Die. You die today."
"I can’t even be bothered to toss you into the Beast Training Tower now."
Turbulent energy erupted from Liu Yu’s fists, creating visible air currents that lifted him slightly. True cultivation techniques differed utterly from the basic methods servant disciples used. Even an outer disciple at the fifth stage of body refinement radiated an aura incomparable to servant disciples’.
Servant disciples practiced basic cultivation techniques for sluggish progress. Outer disciples gained access to advanced methods—spirit-enhancing techniques, lifespan-extending arts. These granted an oppressive aura that could cripple weaker opponents.
Ye Yun felt the murderous intent thickening the air. Though harmless physically, it pressed against him, slightly suppressing his spiritual power.
The pressure intensified, engulfing even Shen Mo behind Ye Yun. Shen Mo trembled violently, face flushed—his low cultivation couldn’t withstand this.
"Servant disciples are one-in-ten-thousand picks from mortal youths," Liu Yu sneered, noticing Ye Yun’s strained expression. "Yet among ten thousand servants, few ever join the outer sect. The gap between us is eagle and ant."
"Ye Yun! You’re dead!" Liu Daolie spat blood as he struggled upright. If mere pressure from Liu Yu overwhelmed Ye Yun, how could a servant hope to challenge Tian Zhu Peak’s outer sect?
Other servant disciples emerged cautiously at a distance, watching Ye Yun with pity.
Ye Yun glared coldly. Liu Yu’s pressure did affect him—his spiritual power felt heavier. But as the pressure intensified, the black and white lights within him flickered. His mind cleared instantly, Liu Yu’s murderous intent vanishing like mist.
Black and white lights—what are you? Ye Yun breathed deeply, face calm. He patted Shen Mo’s shoulder, channeling spiritual power to push him meters away. "Stay back. This’ll get rough."
Shen Mo gasped as familiar energy purged his fear. He stared at Ye Yun with sudden hope.
"Die!" Liu Yu lunged forward, vague unease prickling him.
"Mountain Splitter!"
His palm glowed faintly as it sliced downward. The air itself screamed—even bystanders felt stinging wind against their faces.
"Old Bull’s Horn!" Ye Yun roared, bending forward with fists raised like charging horns.
Every servant disciple knew this move—Old Bull’s Horn, Tiger Roars Forest. These weren’t true combat skills, just basic drills practiced endlessly.
Yet when Ye Yun executed the stance, hundreds of servants gasped.
For an instant, Ye Yun’s form blurred. They saw not a boy, but a massive bull lowering its horns to gore Liu Yu.
