Chapter 646

Chapter 646: Reunion

Ye Yun and his companions strolled leisurely toward the extreme north. After traveling several dozen miles, a faint tremor shook the ground, followed by a great crash.

“Boom!”

The heavens and earth trembled as immortal might erupted from the far north. Ye Yun’s gaze snapped toward the source, where a surge of life energy swirled a hundred miles away. A plant resembling green flames caught his eye—its massive form abruptly morphing into an ancient temple.

“This must be the treasure area of Erqi Mi. Though the treasures here likely can’t compare to Jiu Xu’s hoard, it’s better than nothing,” remarked the Ancestor of the Sword Path, sensing the disturbance. Despite his usual disinterest in minor treasures, he nudged Ye Yun to participate.

“Ye Yun, there might be a supreme Immortal artifact hidden inside. You three should test your current strength here,” the Ancestor said, watching Nascent Soul cultivators flood toward the temple.

“No interest. My cultivation’s already compromised by too many treasures. Want my combat power to drop further?” Ye Yun shot a cool glance at the Ancestor.

“Ungrateful brat! What if this fourteen mi holds heavenly materials to heal you? Recover your strength, and you’ll live up to being a man.” The Ancestor smirked, noting Golden Ling’er’s eager expression.

“If you’re stuck as a soul, don’t drag me down. I’m fine as I am.” Ye Yun sighed, then turned to his companions. “Care to join me inside?”

“Yes! I’ve never explored a treasure temple!” Golden Ling’er bounced excitedly.

Jin An, reassured by Ye Yun’s evident strength, nodded. “We’ll trouble you to lead us, senior.”

“Relax. These are minor treasures—no need to look like bumpkins.” Ye Yun chuckled.

“Our Jinshan Sect is small, but Master sent us here to grow.” Jin An scratched his head awkwardly.

“Father’s sect is rising! Once he reaches the Earth Immortal realm, we’ll shine!” Golden Ling’er huffed, earning a laugh from Ye Yun.

The towering green temple loomed ahead, vines snaking up its walls. Rather than climb, Ye Yun gripped his companions’ shoulders. White light flashed—they vanished, reappearing instantly at the entrance.

“So cool! If I learn this teleportation, I’ll escape anything!” Golden Ling’er exclaimed.

“If everyone trained to flee, the world would be peaceful.” Ye Yun ruffled her hair.

“Senior, let’s focus. First time in a treasure temple—don’t let Ling’er slow us.” Jin An grinned.

Around them, Nascent Soul cultivators glanced dismissively at the trio: a seventh-level Golden Core and two weak Nascent Souls. Luck alone must’ve brought them here.

“Fate smiles—we meet again.” A melodic voice drifted from behind.

Golden Ling’er scowled at the four newcomers. “Them again!”

“If my presence offends you, vanish.” The woman’s chant summoned a crescent beam hurtling toward Golden Ling’er. Lunar spiritual power—Sixth Level Nascent Soul—crushed the air.

Golden Ling’er shut her eyes, bracing for impact.

*Clang!*

Ye Yun’s Purple Shadow Sword shattered the moonlight. “Pointless aggression,” he said flatly.

“I dislike her. Killing her amuses me.” The woman flicked her wrist, another crescent streaking toward Ye Yun. “Show me your worth.”

Ye Yun’s blade flashed, deflecting the strike. Fire poison simmered in his veins, limiting his true qi.

“Blocking me head-on? Interesting.” The woman tilted her head. “The Moon Dynasty can purge your fire poison. Submit, and I’ll gift the antidote.”

“I don’t kneel to women.” Ye Yun laughed coldly.

Her entourage surged forward, but she halted them. “The offer stands. Next time we meet, consider it—if the poison hasn’t killed you by then.” With a smirk, she strode into the temple.

“A dangerous one,” Ye Yun muttered, noting her unnerving strength.

“Senior, are you hurt?” Golden Ling’er’s eyes brimmed with worry.

“Fine. Why aren’t you wearing the earrings I gave you?” Ye Yun teased.

Her cheeks flushed. “Idiot!”

Jin An frowned at Ye Yun’s pallor. “Senior, perhaps we should retreat. Your health—”

“I’m not that weak. In a death match, she’d lose.” Ye Yun waved him off.

“Stubborn fool! Forcing true qi risks your foundation!” the Ancestor grumbled.

“Humans conquer heavens—I’ll handle fate myself.” Ye Yun’s four spiritual energies suppressed the fire poison, his true qi anchoring the Fire Dragon Whip.

Twenty-seven top-quality Immortal artifacts, paired with the supreme Fire Dragon Whip, could slay even Seventh Level Nascent Souls. But first, he needed to cleanse the poison—or die trying.