"This late Golden Core cauldron, brimming with virgin aura, vibrant blood qi, and perfect spiritual power—what a harvest! This is the greatest treasure of my trip!" The man's lecherous gaze road over An Yuyi, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
An Yuyi's expression grew colder.
Elder Lin, who had retreated half a step behind An Yuyi when the man appeared, trembled with indignation. Am I invisible? Is this cultivation world even fair anymore?
Before the man could continue, An Yuyi's flying sword slashed out, crackling with starlight divine thunder, moving with blinding speed. In an instant, it aid for his neck.
The man's face shifted slightly. Blue flas erupted from his body, his aura surging. As the sword struck, his figure vanished, reappearing a hundred ters away, his eyes gleaming with interest. "A re Nascent Soul sect like Divine Will Sect has an elder as capable as you? That's unexpected."
"Listen well," he declared. "I am Han Feng, Young Master of Heavenly Nether Sect! Submit to , and I'll grant you the position of concubine. When I harvest you, I'll spare your essence. If you perform well, I'll bestow upon you Heavenly Nether Sect's supre heart-refining technique, giving you a chance to form an Immortal Nascent Soul. But if you resist, I'll annihilate the entire Divine Will Sect!"
His smile remained, but his eyes turned chillingly sinister with his final words.
Elder Lin's face paled at his identity. Heavenly Nether Sect was a major power in Great Yan Continent, half-righteous, half-demonic, with a Deity Transformation ancestor at its helm. Known for their vindictive nature and penchant for wiping out entire clans, the sect's na struck fear into cultivators' hearts.
Yet, Heavenly Nether Sect was far from Divine Will Sect, even beyond the Great Chu Empire, at the very edge of Great Yan Continent. The two had no dealings. Why was their Young Master here?
An Yuyi's eyes, however, burned with even greater killing intent. His high status only ant he had to die—and his body destroyed to erase all traces. Her hands ford seals, unleashing a barrage of terrifying starlight divine thunder, chaining together like locks from all directions, leaving Han Feng no room to escape.
Han Feng's gaze turned icy. The blue flas around him roared, their eerie, nether-infused heat seeming to burn through anything. As the thunder struck, the flas t it head-on, colliding with a deafening boom. The shockwave rippled outward, uprooting countless trees with its gusts.
Bathed in blue fire, Han Feng strode through the chaotic energy, reaching for An Yuyi with a palm strike. She countered, her feet sparking with divine thunder as she dodged, retaliating with another torrent of thunder.
The two clashed fiercely, locked in a deadlock.
Elder Lin, a spiritual plant cultivator unsuited for combat, retreated far back. Watching the battle's shockwaves, her eyes widened in awe. The power was staggering—a single graze would leave her gravely injured. But what shocked her most was An Yuyi's strength.
Once a middling direct disciple, how had she grown so formidable in just a few years? To hold her own against Heavenly Nether Sect's Young Master? It was unthinkable. Her strength was nearly on par with her aunt's—absurdly impressive.
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On the battlefield, An Yuyi's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. Her heart swelled with gratitude toward Ye Chen. Her current strength was entirely thanks to him. The powerful techniques her aunt had taught her? Gifts from Ye Chen. The Azure Hill Jade Bamboo Core that perfectly balanced her star and thunder spiritual roots? From Ye Chen. The treasures that boosted her power and tempered her foundation, the top-grade spiritual artifact she wielded, even her late Golden Core cultivation—all were his doing. He had propelled her into the ranks of geniuses, enabling her to hold her own against the Young Master of Heavenly Nether Sect, perhaps even overpower and kill him.
She hadn't yet unleashed her trump card: the True Phoenix Treasure Technique.
As Han Feng charged again, wreathed in nether flas and moving with blinding speed, An Yuyi seed unable to dodge, prompting a cold smirk from him. But at the critical mont, she opened her mouth, unleashing a terrifying phoenix cry laced with radiant light, blasting toward him.
The attack was too close for Han Feng to evade, striking him head-on. The sonic wave was devastating, capable of shattering flesh and blood, trembling the very void. His robes disintegrated, but at the last second, his blue flas deepened, boosting his aura and speed. He retreated dozens of miles in a flash, barely surviving the blow, though his clothes were tattered and his neat hair now a ss.
His face darkened as he glared at An Yuyi. "True Phoenix Treasure Technique?"
An Yuyi remained silent, inwardly shocked. Even her phoenix cry hadn't killed him. This Heavenly Nether Sect Young Master was stronger than she'd anticipated.
"Excellent. The Heavens truly favor !" Han Feng sneered. "Your True Phoenix Treasure Technique is powerful, and soon it'll be mine!"
His blue flas surged, shifting to an inky black, their intensity multiplying. Enveloped in dark nether fire, he resembled a nether god, with eerie shadows writhing behind him, evoking the underworld itself. His aura was several tis stronger than before.
Elder Lin, now dozens of miles away after crushing a distress talisman, trembled at the sight. She recognized this as Heavenly Nether Sect's infamous Nether Fla Triad Transformation.
By harnessing three types of nether flas, a cultivator could undergo three transformations, each stronger than the last. With high-quality flas, the third transformation could amplify strength exponentially, enabling short bursts of overwhelming power to crush any opponent.
An Yuyi appeared stunned, her eyes wide with panic, seemingly overwheld.
Han Feng smirked, launching a massive nether fla hand toward her. But in that instant, a talisman appeared in her hand, activated in a flash. A terrifying divine thunder, so powerful it seed to crush the void, erupted from her, targeting Han Feng. His expression shifted. The nether flas faltered, locked down by the thunder, and for the first ti, he felt the specter of death.
An Yuyi's lips curved into a graceful smile. This talisman, another gift from Senior Brother Ye, could harm Nascent Soul cultivators. Han Feng, despite his strength, was only late Golden Core—he was dood.
But at that mont, a massive hand erged from the void, seizing the divine thunder. The lightning writhed like a serpent, unleashing torrents of electric light as if to destroy the heavens, but it couldn't break free. Monts later, it dissipated.
Han Feng's lips curled into a triumphant smile.
An Yuyi's face paled, her pupils constricting as she stared at the black-robed elder in the void. His calm presence and billowing robes exuded an aura that instilled fear just by looking at him.
"A protector…" she realized. "A Nascent Soul protector, at least mid-stage!"
His ability to nullify the divine thunder confird his strength. Without hesitation, she turned to fly toward Elder Lin, transmitting a ssage for her to close the distance.
But Elder Lin, paralyzed by the sudden appearance of a Nascent Soul powerhouse, panicked. Seeing An Yuyi approach, she turned and fled, unwilling to risk being caught in the crossfire.
An Yuyi sighed, halting her movent. Instead, she activated the array disk Ye Chen had given her before she left, pouring spiritual energy into it to trigger its defenses.
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