Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Black Windstorm

"So it’s the Black Windstorm. No wonder my true qi and spiritual power are fading. Even the fire poison inside me’s being absorbed by this cursed storm."

Ye Yun watched Golden Ling’er and Jin An teetering at the edge of the black tornado. His brow furrowed. Activating spatial laws, he instantly appeared beside them, hauling both up by their collars. Just as he prepared to teleport them to safety, his chest tightened—his true qi refused to respond.

"One of the Nine Perils of the Xumi Treasure. Of course we’d stumble upon the trickiest one. Your luck never disappoints, boy." The Ancestor of the Sword Path’s soul power surged forth, cocooning the trio.

The Black Windstorm lived up to its name—silently draining cultivators’ energy until they realized too late. Ye Yun’s earlier unease had been his instincts warning of the invisible theft. Normally, he’d shield himself with qi, but the fire poison raging through his veins made that suicide. No wonder he’d nearly been swept away.

"Ancestor… thanks." Gritting his teeth against the weakness, Ye Yun clutched the unconscious duo. His bitter laugh echoed through the storm’s howl. "Thought I was imagining things."

"My fault too. Should’ve noticed this breeze nibbling at your energy earlier." The Ancestor’s voice held dry amusement. "Still, these petty winds are no match for me. You’ll live."

"Appreciated. But how’s it absorbing even the fire poison? Some’s been neutralized, but the rest…" Ye Yun eyed the swirling darkness.

"Someone rewrote this layer’s rules. Forces everything to merge with the storm—probably to evict stubborn treasure hunters." The Ancestor snorted, eyeing Ye Yun’s trembling form. "Look at you! Where’s the man who slew Nascent Soul experts? You’re shaking like a leaf!"

"Born mortal, stayed mortal." Ye Yun smirked, flexing fingers around his Purple Shadow Divine Sword. Ripples of spatial energy pulsed from the blade.

"Don’t get cocky. If this storm escalates, even those nine legendary realms in your spatial dragon egg might awaken to purge the Xumi Treasure’s first five layers."

As winds dwindled, the Ancestor’s attention snagged on peculiar floating rocks. Soul power yanked a grinding-wheel-sized stone closer. "Hm? Top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones?"

Ye Yun grabbed one, then froze. A mountain’s shadow blotted the sky—a colossus of Immortal Spirit Stone bearing down with tyrannical pressure. "How’d mindless wind move this? Unless…" A grin split his face. "Ancestor! Think we can chip off a piece?"

"Hah! Great minds, boy. Let’s loot us a mountain." The Ancestor’s soul power flared as Nine-Dragon Heartbroken Grass glowed. Ye Yun’s sword hummed, gathering apocalyptic energy.

"BORN AS A SWORD!"

Ye Yun burned his meager qi in one burst. A hundred-zhang sword arc tore through the storm, shearing a house-sized chunk from the monolith before winds vanished, taking the mountain with them.

As Ye Yun devoured the stolen Immortal Spirit Stone’s energy, fire poison counterattacked. His body flashed crimson and azure—organs boiling, golden alchemy pill blazing in defiance.

"Ancestor! Now!"

"Already on it." Cool soul power doused the inferno. The Ancestor swept remaining stones into Ye Yun’s Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring. "This’ll last months—"

Roaring flames erupted in his vision. The supreme Immortal artifact’s fire dragon coiled, ready to strike.

"INSOLENT WRETCH!" The Ancestor materialized wielding twin swords—one black, one white. Ten thousand sword shadows carved the beast. "You want Ye Yun’s body? EARN IT!"

The dragon shrieked as soul flames consumed it. Meanwhile, Ye Yun knelt gasping, unaware of the internal battle as he wrestled poison and replenished qi.

When coolness finally prevailed, he slumped. Around him, only storm-scarred earth remained—and a ring heavy with stolen treasure.