Chapter 90
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Chapter 90: Medium-Grade Spiritual Weapon
Ye Yun didn’t realize how rare it was to fuse thunder and flame elements into spiritual power for personal use. Normally, cultivating spiritual power and true qi required removing impurities to refine energy into forms most compatible with oneself.
Due to varying cultivation technique quality and spirit stone purity, cultivators could only minimize impurities rather than absorb flawless spiritual energy.
Once spiritual power stabilized, adding other natural elements became nearly impossible. Most techniques allowed absorbing one elemental force, but two or more? Unthinkable. Elemental energies naturally clash, causing irreparable harm—from shattered meridians to death and disappearance of the spirit.
Yet Ye Yun had absorbed lightning from purple light shadows earlier, then fire from the twin blazing suns. Strangely, these forces coexisted perfectly without conflict.
Now, his spiritual power blended lightning’s dominance with fire’s wild strength, churning like molten lava craving release.
A sharp gleam flashed in Ye Yun’s eyes. His aura shifted dramatically—no longer a mere body refinement stage youth, but a celestial Deity General radiating unmatched authority.
He swept his hands through the air. Distant thunder rumbled as he pointed skyward with sword-like fingers.
Purple electricity crackled across his right hand while scorching heat enveloped him. Lightning and fire converged at his fingertips, poised to unleash world-altering power.
Su Ling gaped. Was this the same Ye Yun from the Connecting Orifices stage? Even Qi refining stage disciples rarely exhibited such presence.
An absurd thought struck her—had her sister Su Yinxue, who’d reached Qi refining stage years ago while meticulously building her foundation, ever emitted such intensity? During Su Yinxue’s breakthroughs, her aura left observers breathless. Yet now, Ye Yun’s seemed… greater?
Impossible!
A cold snort snapped her attention sideways.
"Du Jianyin?"
Her eyes widened. The swordsman floated midair without Qi refining stage flight capabilities. Some mysterious energy within him defied gravity.
"Trying to outshine me?" Du Jianyin smirked. His blade turned translucent, merging with surroundings before releasing a crystalline sword light skyward.
Ye Yun laughed sharply, darting forward. Sword-posing fingers trailed thunderous sparks, unleashing violet energy.
Two sword arcs pierced a blazing sun under the dual orbs’ glare.
Su Ling’s throat tightened. Her spatial laws knowledge warned failure meant lethal counterattacks from spatial arrays—inescapable at their cultivation level.
"Ye Yun, succeed!"
The strikes vanished into the sun, which erupted in blinding radiance engulfing both youths.
"Ye Yun!"
Heat seared Su Ling’s skin as invisible forces shoved her backward. She screamed.
"I’m fine." The calm reply came instantly.
When vision returned, one sun kept burning while the struck orb darkened, black void spreading until the dimmed shell crashed onto a yellow sand dune.
There, embedded in grit, glowed a fiery circular ring radiating gentle warmth.
"A treasure?"
Even steady Ye Yun staggered. "A spiritual weapon—medium-grade!"
Su Ling lunged, snatching the ring. Trembling, she breathed, "Peerless quality."
"Medium-grade? Peerless?" Ye Yun’s pulse quickened.
A hundred low-grade spiritual weapons couldn’t match one medium-grade, especially top-tier. Outer disciples in purple robes struggled to obtain them. Most inner disciples lacked such treasures. This ring’s value? Immeasurable.
