After confirming the details with the Minor Elder of the Outer Sect's Branch Library, Reon gathered all the books and made his way to the Copying Counter.
One by one, he ticulously copied each book, storing them safely in his Spatial Ring.
With everything secured, he turned to leave, eager to return to his humble abode and lose himself in reading.
It hadn't been more than three months since he last indulged in such an old habit, yet it felt as though years had passed since he last did.
Now, finally, he had the chance.
He was content.
But—
Just as he stepped out of the Library—
A voice rang out from behind.
"I've finally found you, Xue Taiyang."
"I've been searching for you for days."
Familiar. Feminine. And dangerous.
Yes, it was Yang Mi.
Reon's steps faltered for a fraction of a second before he resud walking, pretending not to hear.
"Are you seriously ignoring , you bastard?" The voice turned sharp, laced with irritation. "Co with , I have an important matter to discuss with you."
"Important matter?" Reon scoffed, still not turning around.
"I already know what you want to say. And I've already told you—I want nothing to do with you people. The true backer behind all this... is far more dangerous than you realize."
"Kh...!"
A small, frustrated sound escaped from behind him.
WHOOSH!
In an instant, her figure appeared before him, abruptly blocking his path.
Yang Mi's piercing gaze locked onto him as she spoke.
"What do you want? Gold Coins? Spirit Stones? Protection? I can give you anything—just help ."
"No matter how hard I try, I can't track down that bastard. All I've managed to find is his lackey, a guy nad Niu Ling from the Inner Sect."
Reon exhaled lightly, shaking his head.
"Well, I warned you before—you won't be able to find him. He's extrely dangerous, and his status in the mortal world is just as high. And I don't want anything from you," he said, his voice calm yet resolute.
"If anything, I'd want protection... but in your current state, you're incapable of providing that. Now, move."
Ignoring her, he walked forward.
Yang Mi clenched her fists.
Desperation flickered in her eyes before settling into determination.
"I knew you'd be like this," she muttered under her breath.
Then, in a low voice, she spoke the words she had prepared.
"You know... Xu Yang, your junior brother—your only friend in the sect—is in my hands."
Reon halted.
"It was him, wasn't it?" she continued. "The one who instigated the fight between Ming Yuen and my brother."
She tilted her head slightly, gauging his reaction.
"Of course, I can't do anything to him myself," she admitted.
"But... if I provide enough proof, he will be punished. And we both know what that ans."
A heavy silence filled the air.
"If you don't want that to happen... then co with ."
For a mont, everything was still.
Then—
WHOOSH!
A terrifying aura erupted from Reon.
The very air trembled as a suffocating pressure spread outward.
Reon borrowed the power of Cloudia and Little Tiger, his strength surging to an overwhelming level—one that nearly touched the might of a High-Stage Foundation Establishnt Realm cultivator.
Yang Mi's breath caught.
Her body Froze.
'What... what is this pressure?!'
She had seen this very man beaten to a pulp—weak and powerless against her brother, who hadn't even reached the Qi Solidification Realm.
Yet now...
The aura he exuded rivaled that of a High-Stage Foundation Establishnt cultivator.
It was suffocating.
It was oppressive.
It was—Overwhelming.
Her breath hitched.
A cold dread slithered down her spine.
"How... could this be?"
Reon turned, his eyes cold as Ice.
Step.
Step.
Each footstep he took toward her felt like a blade pressing against her throat.
"Are you threatening ?" His voice was dangerously low, dripping with nace.
Yang Mi's heartbeat echoed in her ears, a frantic drumbeat she couldn't escape.
With trembling hands, she unleashed the power of her newly awakened, unstable Sacred-Grade Constitution—
The Moonlit Valkyrie Constitution.
It flared to life, an ethereal light seeking to push back the crushing pressure.
But—
As if reacting to the threat, sothing behind Reon stirred—
It was his constitution.
The very mont it activated, a more strange, unsettling tremor coursed through Yang Mi's body.
Her constitution—so proud, so resilient—began to shudder, as if it feared sothing far beyond her understanding.
It trembled, as though gripped by an instinctual terror...
Terrified.
Terrified of being Devoured.
Her breath grew shallow, her chest tightening as the oppressive force bore down on her, choking her will.
'I-I can't breathe...! What is this?!'
"Do I really have to do this?" she thought, panic rising within her.
No.
No.
Hiding her strength no longer mattered.
She had to regain control—right now.
Desperately, she forced herself to unleash the full extent of her concealed cultivation, fighting against the overwhelming force that threatened to swallow her whole.
"I—N-No," she stamred, her voice shaky.. "I'm not threatening you. I just... I just want to talk. Please... co with . I guarantee you'll benefit too."
Reon's gaze softened slightly, sensing her struggle.
Without a word, he retracted his aura.
"Alright," he replied, his voice still deep but no longer suffocating. "Show the way."
Yang Mi gestured ahead as they arrived at her destination.
"I've arrived. Now, release my Junior Brother," Reon said, his tone firm.
"Hah! You seriously believed I kidnapped him?" Yang Mi replied, a hint of amusent in her voice.
"What? You didn't?" Reon asked, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Of course not," Yang Mi answered with a smirk.
"I only intended to intimidate you into talking... but it seems I've ended up on the receiving end instead."
"Still, I appreciate you coming all this way." Yang Mi added with a nod.
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