Chapter 171: Hundred Battles Spear Skills

“We’re here!”

After fending off numerous demon beasts and malevolent spirits along the way, Baili Moxue, guided by the map within the jade slip, led Yun Yantian and his sister to an ancient, decrepit temple.

The sight before them exuded an air of profound antiquity.

The outer walls had long been reduced to mere sand and dust.

The courtyard was overgrown with wild grass, and the fragmented roof clung stubbornly to the broken structure, its tiles rattling eerily in the mountain winds.

In the cold night, the sound was haunting—like the whispered murmurs of countless specters, sending chills down their spines and raising the hairs on the back of their necks.

“Big Sister Baili, are you sure this is the place?” Yun Yanshuang asked, her curiosity piqued as she examined the dilapidated temple.

“The map points here. Let’s go inside and take a closer look,” Baili Moxue replied with a smile.

“Alright!”

With that, the three cautiously entered the temple. No sooner had they stepped inside than a grotesque, fanged apparition leaped out from the shadows.

Yun Yantian, leading the way, reacted swiftly. With a thrust of his spear, he pierced the attacking spirit, dispersing it into black mist that quickly faded into the night.

“Stay vigilant. This temple is teeming with malevolent spirits,” Baili Moxue warned softly, gripping her snow-white longsword tightly.

At her side, Yun Yanshuang tightened her hold on her Azure Frost Sword, releasing her spiritual awareness to scan the temple.

Through her heightened senses, she could see that the temple was crawling with spirits, their crimson eyes glowing in the darkness as they watched the intruders.

Had Yun Yantian not acted decisively to slay the first spirit, deterring the others, the lurking entities might have swarmed them all at once.

“While there are many spirits here, none of them seem particularly powerful. For now, they’ve been cowed by Yantian’s earlier strike.

Even so, remain cautious. Spirits excel not in close combat but in manipulating the mind.

If we’re not careful and fall under their influence, we risk damaging our spiritual cores and becoming their thralls,” Baili Moxue explained gravely as they moved deeper into the temple.

“We’ll be careful, Big Sister Baili,” Yun Yanshuang assured her. “My master gave me a talisman—a protective charm against spirits. It can ward off danger and subdue malevolent entities.”

“Oh? Your master must be quite the expert. If he gave you a protective charm, it must be an exceptional spiritual tool. With it, we’ll have less to worry about,” Baili Moxue said, nodding approvingly.

She had heard of the blind Daoist who lived near the Yun family estate. Renowned for his mysterious abilities, even Master Li Xian held him in great esteem, unable to fathom his true depths.

The trio advanced cautiously, searching the temple for the inheritance left behind by the spear master.

It wasn’t until they reached the temple’s innermost chamber—a small side room—that they found a skeleton seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion.

The room was pitch dark, but their spiritual awareness illuminated the scene.

“Is this the spear master?” Yun Yanshuang asked curiously, gazing at the skeleton.

“It should be,” Baili Moxue said, though her tone betrayed some uncertainty as she studied the remains.

She began searching the room, hoping to find the spear master’s inheritance to aid her future husband’s cultivation journey.

“The presence of this master’s remains seems to have kept the spirits at bay.

Let’s split up and search the room to locate the inheritance,” Baili Moxue suggested after scanning the chamber with her senses.

Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang nodded in agreement, moving to different corners of the room to investigate.

While Yun Yanshuang examined the eastern side and Baili Moxue searched the west, Yun Yantian approached the skeleton.

Clasping his hands together respectfully, he bowed deeply.

“Junior Yun Yantian, of the Yuncang Yun Clan, pays his respects.

I have come today in search of the inheritance you left behind, honored master.

I vow to carry forward your spear techniques, to refine and perfect them, and to pass them on to the descendants of my clan.

May the Yun Clan honor your legacy for generations to come, never forgetting your great kindness!”

As Yun Yantian finished his heartfelt prayer, the skeleton seemed to sense his sincerity.

From its forehead, a golden sphere of light, about the size of a pigeon’s egg, slowly emerged.

Whoosh!

The golden sphere of light, no larger than a pigeon’s egg, shot into Yun Yantian’s forehead before he could react.

His body convulsed violently, as if struck by lightning, and he collapsed unconscious on the spot.

Sweat poured from his face, which twisted in pain as his body trembled uncontrollably.

“Yantian!”

“Brother!”

Baili Moxue and Yun Yanshuang, who had been searching other parts of the room, immediately rushed over upon seeing Yun Yantian’s condition.

Baili Moxue held him tightly in her arms, her face pale with worry as she looked at his anguished expression. Her heart ached, as though pierced by a thousand needles.

“Big Sister Baili, what’s happening to him?” Yun Yanshuang asked anxiously.

“I… I don’t know,” Baili Moxue replied, her voice tinged with confusion and fear.

In the world of cultivation, tales of cultivators attempting to seize another’s body to achieve rebirth were not uncommon.

Yun Yantian’s current state left Baili Moxue at a loss, uncertain if he had fallen victim to such a scheme.

“I can only hope that the spear master was a magnanimous individual and not a selfish villain. If he’s trying to take over Yantian’s body…”

“Take over his body?” Yun Yanshuang’s heart sank as she turned her worried gaze to her unconscious brother.

“In the cultivation world, powerful beings often leave behind a fragment of their divine soul, lying dormant as they wait for a suitable vessel.

Once they find one, they attempt to seize control, obliterating the vessel’s original soul to gain a new life.”

“Then my brother…” Yun Yanshuang’s voice trembled as tears welled in her eyes.

“We can only hope that Yantian’s destiny is strong enough to protect him from harm,” Baili Moxue said softly, clutching Yun Yantian closer.

A radiant golden glow enveloped Yun Yantian’s consciousness, transporting him to a vast, otherworldly realm of light.

He stood amidst this luminous expanse, bewildered, his face a mixture of awe and confusion.

“At last, I have waited long enough!”

Before him, a speck of white light slowly condensed into the figure of a middle-aged man dressed in azure robes, gripping a long spear.

“Who are you, Senior?” Yun Yantian asked cautiously.

“I am a fragment of the divine soul left behind by the spear master whose remains you saw,” the man replied with a gentle smile.

“I see. And this world?”

“Do not worry. This is my spiritual domain. I summoned your consciousness here to pass on my legacy, so that my spear techniques may endure.”

“Please, guide me, Senior!” Yun Yantian exclaimed, bowing deeply, gratitude and excitement filling his voice.

“I devoted my life to the spear, waging countless battles over centuries. Through my journey, I forged my own path and created a spear technique known as the Hundred Battles Spear Technique.

It consists of seven forms. Watch closely, and engrave them into your heart, mind, and soul.”

The spear master’s figure flashed, appearing at a distance. With a sweeping motion of his spear, he demonstrated the first form with overwhelming force, as if splitting mountains and rivers.

“This is the first form: Piercing the Formation of Thousands. Its essence lies in overwhelming momentum, like an army charging into battle.”

The spear master then transitioned seamlessly, his movements becoming fluid and elusive.

“This is the second form: Returning Dragon in the Void. It emphasizes unpredictability, striking when least expected.”

“Next is the third form: Qi Piercing the Rainbow. This form harnesses spiritual energy to wound opponents, shattering the defenses of even body cultivators.”

…

“Finally, the seventh form: Dragon Soaring, Tiger Leaping. It manifests Intent into form, allowing the wielder to summon dragons and tigers to annihilate foes, ensuring victory in every battle.”

Before Yun Yantian’s astonished eyes, a golden dragon and tiger, each spanning thousands of feet, roared to life, their majestic forms born from the spear master’s Intent.

The beasts soared into the heavens, their roars echoing endlessly. Their immense power was awe-inspiring, commanding reverence and a primal urge to kneel before them.

‘Incredible! This master must have been an unparalleled spear cultivator in his time.

Even a mere fragment of his soul can unleash such overwhelming power through his spear techniques. It’s terrifying!’

Yun Yantian could not tear his gaze away as the golden dragon and tiger spiraled upward, their divine might slowly dissipating into the infinite expanse of golden light.

For a long time, he stood frozen, overwhelmed by the grandeur of what he had witnessed.

 

Chapter 172 Royal Secrets 

“Brother Yunyang,” Baili Xi greeted with a warm smile as he approached Yun Yunyang.

“Your Majesty,” Yun Yunyang said, rising swiftly with Yun Yanshui to bow respectfully.

“No need for such formalities in front of me,” Baili Xi said, waving a hand dismissively.

“I trust Master Li has already explained much to you.”

“Yes, he has.”

“Then there’s no need for me to say more. How about accompanying me for a walk to clear my mind?” Baili Xi suggested, his tone light.

“With pleasure,” Yun Yunyang replied with a smile, joining Baili Xi as they stepped out of the Wanlong Hall, drawing the attention of many inside.

“Going forward, I’ll need you and your family to look after Xue’er for me,” Baili Xi said, gazing up at the moonlit sky as the mountain wind rustled around them.

“The palace is too full of intrigue and strife. I don’t want her to live in such a toxic environment every day. It would only harm her cultivation and her heart.”

“Your Majesty’s love for your daughter is truly admirable,” Yun Yunyang said sincerely.

“Love for my daughter? You flatter me, but the truth is, I love only Xue’er among all my children.

Among my sons and daughters, she is the one who resembles me most in temperament and heart.”

“Master Li mentioned as much—that Your Majesty’s situation in the palace is far from easy,” Yun Yunyang said.

“Far from easy? That’s putting it mildly. The three great families and the seven allied clans harbor ambitions like wolves and tigers, while my palace is riddled with their spies.

Even among the court’s cultivator retainers, few are truly loyal to me.

My children are divided into factions, scheming against one another for power.

And my consorts… they too constantly plot against each other.

For years, I’ve had to guard Yue Country against neighboring nations while also managing the internal threats of the palace and defending against the three families and seven clans.

It’s exhausting—utterly exhausting,” Baili Xi confessed, his tone weary and far removed from the commanding authority of an emperor. At that moment, he spoke not as a ruler but as a man sharing his burdens with a confidant.

“Do you know why I value your Yuncang Yun Clan so highly?”

“Master Li has already shared your reasons with me,” Yun Yunyang replied.

“Haha! I truly envy the harmony within your Yun family. It’s not just me—Xue’er loves it too.

That’s why, when I arranged the marriage between her and your family, she raised no objections.”

“Rest assured, Your Majesty, the Yun family will always serve as a steadfast ally to the royal family. The Seventh Princess will be cared for and cherished in our household—we will never let her suffer.”

“Haha! Those words put my heart at ease,” Baili Xi said, his laughter light but tinged with relief.

“Your Majesty, if I may ask one question?”

“Speak. If I can answer, I will.”

Yun Yunyang hesitated before finally voicing his query. “Why did the royal family choose to support the three families and seven clans in the first place, only for them to grow into such a threat?”

“Ah, so that’s your question. It was a decision made by my predecessors,” Baili Xi began, his tone somber.

“At that time, the royal family of Yue Country was weak, and the court’s strength was lacking. We were frequently oppressed by neighboring nations, especially Wu Country.

Internally, we also faced invasions from demon beasts, malevolent spirits, and the schemes of heretical sects, such as the Cult of the Gu God.

With external threats and internal turmoil, my predecessors were overwhelmed.

To suppress the rampant evils within our borders, they decided to cultivate a number of cultivation families, supporting them to grow stronger so they could serve as extensions of the royal family’s power.

These families helped to clear out the demons and heretics, stabilizing Yue Country’s internal affairs.

However, as these families grew stronger year by year, they eventually formed what we now call the three families and seven clans.

And as their power grew, so did their ambitions. Now, they openly harbor designs on the throne.

In the end, it was the royal family’s impatience to resolve immediate crises that created this mess, leaving our dynasty in peril,” Baili Xi said, his expression growing increasingly bitter.

“For years, I’ve struggled just to maintain the current balance.

Were it not for my ancestor still being alive, the three families and seven clans would have long since risen in open rebellion.

But now, even my ancestor…”

“What about them?” Yun Yunyang asked curiously, then immediately realized his mistake. Lowering his head, he quickly apologized. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. That was presumptuous of me.”

“No need to apologize,” Baili Xi said with a faint smile. “Your Yun family is now bound to the royal family through marriage. In the future, I will rely on your support.

Some matters should not be kept from you.”

He waved dismissively, showing no sign of offense.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gracious trust!”

Hearing Baili Xi’s words, Yun Yunyang felt deeply moved.

It was clear the Emperor genuinely held no reservations about the Yun family.

Perhaps it was born from desperation, a flicker of hope in the seemingly unassailable walls closing in on him.

If the Emperor had harbored any suspicion, it would have disheartened the Yun family to its core.

“My ancestor’s life is nearing its end. Once he passes, the three families and seven clans will undoubtedly seize the opportunity to rebel. Chaos will engulf Yue Country.

If our nation falls into turmoil, neighboring countries will strike. Internally, the demons and malevolent forces will return with a vengeance.

The nation will crumble, families will be torn apart, and the common people will be left homeless, the land strewn with corpses—an infernal nightmare.”

The Emperor sighed deeply, his gaze distant.

“Over the years, I’ve scoured the land for pills and medicines to extend my ancestor’s life, but none have worked.

I had to seek another path—until your Yun family appeared, and Master Li spoke to me of your potential.

In your family, I saw a glimmer of hope to save this endangered dynasty,” Baili Xi said, a faint smile breaking through his somber expression.

“Because of that senior in our family?” Yun Yunyang asked.

“Exactly. Master Li told me about that senior,” the Emperor replied with a knowing laugh.

“With that senior supporting your Yun family, and with the royal family’s backing, your clan can rise swiftly to rival the three families and seven clans.

Together, we can suppress their ambitions and restore stability.”

“I never imagined Your Majesty carried such heavy burdens for the people of Yue Country. You have my utmost admiration,” Yun Yunyang said sincerely.

“Enough flattery!” Baili Xi waved dismissively.

“Come, let me take you to another place where we can sit, drink, and talk like friends.

Honestly, I still cherish the memory of drinking freely at your Yun family’s estate. It was one of the few times I truly felt joy.”

“Haha! It would be my pleasure to accompany Your Majesty,” Yun Yunyang replied with a hearty laugh.

He understood now that beneath the imperial facade, Baili Xi was just a man, weighed down by his struggles and longing for moments of freedom and relaxation.

Watching his uncle and the Emperor converse like old friends, Yun Yanshui couldn’t help but smile.

It was clear—his Yun family was on the brink of a great rise.

As he prepared to follow them for a round of drinking and companionship, he suddenly felt a warmth through his spiritual link with Yun Yantian.

“The Hundred Battles Spear Technique?”

He murmured under his breath, his gaze instinctively drawn toward the depths of Wanlong Mountain.

“Looks like Brother Yantian has gained another fortune—and his cultivation seems to have reached the peak of the ninth layer of the Embryo Breath realm!”

Within the Golden Light Realm

“Do you remember it all?” the spear master asked with a faint smile.

“Junior has committed it all to memory,” Yun Yantian said, bowing deeply.

“Then my spear techniques have found a worthy successor.”

The spear master’s voice grew softer. “This fragment of my divine soul still holds some spiritual energy. I will use it to help elevate your cultivation.

How much of this spear technique you can master will depend on your own efforts.”

The spear master’s figure began to dissipate, his voice trailing off.

“Senior, will you not linger in this world a while longer to see its beauty again?” Yun Yantian asked hesitantly.

“I am weary,” the master replied, his tone carrying the weight of countless years.

“I spent centuries cultivating, striving for immortality. But in the end, my loved ones, my friends—all of them left me one by one.

Having lost hope for eternal life and any desire to ascend further, I have no attachment to this world.

The only reason I left behind this fragment of my soul was my unwillingness to let the Hundred Battles Spear Technique vanish into obscurity.

Now that it has a successor, I have no regrets. It is time for me to reunite with my long-lost loved ones.

You, however, will carry on for me. Explore this world, ascend to greater heights, and witness the light beyond the mountains on my behalf.”

With those parting words, the spear master’s figure dissolved into countless specks of light, merging into Yun Yantian’s body.

The last remnant of his soul was gone, leaving no name, no trace—like a shadow that had never walked this world.

Yun Yantian stood alone in the golden light, overcome with awe and gratitude.

Outside the Ancient Temple

A young man in brocade robes, his features sharp and handsome, with a faintly ominous aura, appeared silently, gripping a long spear.

The dormant spirits within the temple stirred, rushing toward him with howls of rage.

The young man swept his spear effortlessly, and the hundreds of spirits disintegrated into ash in an instant.

 

Chapter 173 – The Northern Palace’s Scheme

In the side chamber of the ancient temple, Baili Moxue still cradled the unconscious Yun Yantian tightly. Watching the pain etched on his face, her heart was gripped by a growing fear—an unshakable worry that she might have brought about his death.

“Big Sister Baili, don’t worry. I believe Brother Yantian won’t succumb so easily,” Yun Yanshuang said quickly, noticing the anxiety and fear clouding Baili Moxue’s expression.

“I hope so,” Baili Moxue replied with a strained smile.

Suddenly, she felt a powerful presence outside the temple. It was followed by the harrowing wails of malevolent spirits dying—piercing cries that sent chills down her spine.

“Someone’s here!”

Yun Yanshuang’s sharp spiritual sense immediately picked up on the approaching figure.

“Shuang’er, stay here and take care of Yantian. I’ll go check it out,” Baili Moxue said, her tone firm.

“Big Sister Baili, I’ll go with you. Whoever it is, their aura is strong—at least at the peak of the eighth layer of the Embryo Breath realm, as strong as me,” Yun Yanshuang insisted.

“No. I know this person. You stay here and protect Yantian—don’t let anything happen to him.

If anything goes wrong outside, don’t try to help me. Take Yantian and retrace your steps out of the mountain as quickly as possible.

Master Li and the others will be ready to escort you out of Wanlong Mountain. Once you’re out, you’ll both be safe.”

Baili Moxue’s voice was solemn as she gave her instructions. Without waiting for Yun Yanshuang’s response, she cast one last glance at Yun Yantian, gritted her teeth, and stood up. She left the side chamber and made her way to the temple courtyard.

“Royal Sister,” a voice greeted her.

“How did you know to come here?” Baili Moxue asked coldly as her gaze fell on the figure before her—a young man with sharp features, holding a long spear. His demeanor was calm but carried a faint shadow of malice.

This man was her younger royal brother, Baili Moxun, the son of the North Palace Consort.

His innate talent far surpassed that of the other princes and princesses, even exceeding her own.

“There’s no need for you to ask, Royal Sister. My mother has her methods,” Baili Moxun replied with a smirk.

“Hmph! The spies your mother has planted around Father are certainly numerous,” Baili Moxue retorted, her voice filled with disdain.

It was clear that someone had leaked the location of this place to the North Palace Consort, allowing Baili Moxun to find it.

She clenched her fists. Whoever the spy was, she would ensure her father launched a thorough investigation once she returned.

“Without my mother’s schemes, I would never have learned that Father is so biased—entrusting the fortune hidden in this temple entirely to you!”

Baili Moxun’s expression turned cold. Among all the princes and princesses, his talent was unrivaled, yet his father never favored him.

And now, this treasure, too, was withheld from him and given to his royal sister.

Was he bitter? Absolutely.

He was not only bitter but also consumed by jealousy—jealous of Baili Moxue, who alone enjoyed their father’s favor.

“For years, you’ve all schemed and vied for the throne, casting shadows over the palace. How could Father possibly trust any of you with this fortune?

Do you think he would willingly strengthen your hands to turn them against him?” Baili Moxue retorted sharply.

“Father… he’s old. It’s time for the throne to change hands.

If my cultivation surpasses all the other princes and princesses, I can stabilize this dynasty. The throne will still bear the Baili name,” Baili Moxun declared.

“No. It won’t bear the name Baili—it will bear the name Lu,” Baili Moxue countered with a scoff.

Baili Moxun’s face darkened. “Royal Sister, I won’t waste words with you.

I know there are two others hiding in the temple. Don’t think you can stall for time—it won’t work.

Hand over the fortune you’ve claimed, and I’ll grant the three of you a clean death. At least you won’t be torn apart by the beasts and spirits of this mountain.”

He stood poised, his spear ready, his eyes cold and brimming with killing intent. The malice in his tone left no doubt—he had come to seize the fortune and take Baili Moxue’s life.

It was his mother’s command, and he intended to fulfill it.

Taking the fortune for himself would solidify Baili Moxun’s power and ensure his unshakable position in the palace. With the support of his mother and the Chuanyin Lu Clan, ascending the throne would be only a matter of time.

Once Baili Moxue was dead, their father would lose his last emotional anchor. The East Palace Consort would be left without support, making it far easier for his mother to dominate the palace.

“No need for more talk! Whether I surrender or not, you’ll still kill me. Better to fight—at least there’s a sliver of hope!”

“Hope? Royal Sister, don’t make me laugh. You’re no match for me,” Baili Moxun sneered, shaking his head.

With a swift motion, he thrust his spear forward.

A terrifying surge of spear energy erupted toward Baili Moxue.

Startled, she quickly raised her sword to block the attack.

Although her reaction was swift enough to barely parry the strike, the sheer force behind it sent her staggering back dozens of meters. Her blood churned violently, and her face paled.

“Do you see now? You couldn’t even withstand a casual thrust. What gives you the confidence to fight me?” Baili Moxun mocked coldly, advancing once more with his spear.

Determined to claim the fortune and fulfill his plans, he charged at Baili Moxue with unrelenting aggression.

The temple courtyard became a battleground as spear and sword clashed in a storm of light and shadow. The terrifying waves of energy generated by their battle shook the crumbling structure.

The dilapidated walls collapsed under the relentless impact, sending up thick clouds of dust.

Inside the side chamber, Yun Yanshuang held Yun Yantian tightly. The ferocious sounds of battle outside made her heart pound with worry.

She could tell that Baili Moxue was struggling—her cultivation was no match for Baili Moxun’s.

“Brother Yantian, wake up! If you don’t wake up soon, Big Sister Baili will be in serious trouble!”

Desperation filled her voice. She wanted to rush out to help but couldn’t forget Baili Moxue’s instructions. Nor could she leave Yun Yantian in his vulnerable state.

Caught between conflicting choices, she felt as though she were a frantic ant on a hot plate.

Perhaps it was her voice, or perhaps Yun Yantian had finally finished assimilating the spear master’s spiritual energy.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, glowing with a sharp brilliance.

A powerful aura erupted from his body.

Embryo Breath, ninth-layer peak!

By fully absorbing the spear master’s divine essence, Yun Yantian’s cultivation had surged from the peak of the seventh layer to the pinnacle of the ninth, skipping two entire minor realms.

His strength now surpassed even Yun Yanshuang’s.

“Brother Yantian, you’re awake!” Yun Yanshuang exclaimed with joy.

“What… what happened?” he asked, his voice still hoarse.

“That golden light from the skeleton struck you and knocked you unconscious. Big Sister Baili was so worried, she thought you might have been possessed!”

“Possessed? There’s no need to worry. I’ve already received the senior’s inheritance. His remaining spiritual energy fused with mine and helped me ascend,” Yun Yantian explained with a faint smile.

The pain he had felt was gone, replaced by a newfound sense of ease. He could feel the surge of power coursing through him, leaving him deeply satisfied.

“That’s wonderful!”

“Where’s Baili Moxue?” Yun Yantian asked, glancing around the chamber.

“Oh no! She’s outside fighting someone powerful to buy us time to escape!” Yun Yanshuang cried, grabbing her Qingshuang Sword and rushing out of the chamber.

Yun Yantian wasted no time, gripping his black-gold spear tightly as he followed.

In the courtyard, Baili Moxue’s body was sent flying by a sweeping spear strike. The blow struck her chest with immense force, displacing her internal organs. She spat out a mouthful of blood as her body crashed into a crumbled corner of the courtyard.

“You’re too weak. I haven’t even used my full strength, and you’ve already fallen,” Baili Moxun said, staring down at her with cold disdain.

He advanced, intending to immobilize her and force her to reveal the location of the fortune.

But before he could act, an overwhelming aura surged from the depths of the temple.

Startled, Baili Moxun turned his gaze toward the source, his expression shifting to one of shock.

“Damn it! You gave the fortune to someone else?!” he growled, his voice laced with rage and disbelief.

 

Chapter 174: End of Everything

“Big Sister Baili!”

Yun Yanshuang rushed into the courtyard and saw Baili Moxue gravely injured. Her face full of worry, she quickly retrieved a healing pill from her storage pouch and placed it in Baili Moxue’s mouth.

As the pill dissolved, a warm current spread through Baili Moxue’s body, and her pallor finally eased.

“You’re despicable!”

Seeing that Baili Moxue’s condition had stabilized, Yun Yanshuang turned her cold gaze to Baili Moxun, her voice trembling with anger.

“Despicable? She’s the one who’s despicable—daring to give away the fortune so casually!”

Baili Moxun remained unfazed, his icy gaze fixed on his sister, radiating murderous intent.

“I’ll make you pay for what you did to Big Sister Baili!”

Unable to suppress her fury any longer, Yun Yanshuang raised her sword and prepared to strike.

“Shuang’er, take care of Moxue. Let me handle him,” Yun Yantian interjected, stepping forward.

His eyes burned with cold fury as they locked onto the man who had dared to harm his fiancée.

“Alright, Brother Yantian. Be careful,” Yun Yanshuang said, stepping back. She knew that after inheriting the spear master’s techniques, Yun Yantian’s cultivation now far surpassed her own. Trusting in his strength, she obeyed his command without hesitation.

“So, you’re Yun Yantian? The one who’s supposed to marry my royal sister?”

“Royal sister?” Yun Yantian’s brows furrowed slightly.

“You don’t even know who I am? My name is Baili Moxun, and that woman is my royal sister,” Baili Moxun said with a cold sneer.

“If Moxue is your sister, how could you harm her so cruelly?”

“She deserved it! That traitorous dog dared to give away the fortune meant for our family! The fact that I didn’t kill her on the spot is already a mercy!”

Baili Moxun felt no remorse for his actions. To him, Baili Moxue’s decision to give the fortune to an outsider was the ultimate betrayal.

Whoosh!

Before Baili Moxun could react, Yun Yantian moved like a shadow, closing the distance in an instant.

Slap!

A resounding slap echoed through the eerie silence of the ancient temple, so loud it seemed to shake the very air.

The blow knocked several teeth out of Baili Moxun’s mouth, leaving his face swollen and bloody.

It took him a moment to register what had just happened. When he did, his eyes blazed with fury as he roared, “You dare to slap me?!”

“I’m your royal sister’s future husband. To harm her is to disrespect me. To insult her is even worse. So why shouldn’t I slap you?” Yun Yantian replied coolly.

Not satisfied, Yun Yantian followed up with another slap, this time to the other side of Baili Moxun’s face.

“You’re dead!”

Baili Moxun, a prince accustomed to being revered, had never suffered such humiliation. Consumed by rage, he lost all sense of composure.

With a roar, he thrust his spear forward, aiming to pierce Yun Yantian’s chest.

The attack carried an overwhelming momentum, but Yun Yantian sidestepped it with ease. With a quick grab, he caught the spear mid-thrust.

Yanking it back forcefully, Yun Yantian pulled Baili Moxun off balance.

Boom!

Without hesitation, Yun Yantian kicked Baili Moxun squarely in the chest. The impact sent him flying into a crumbling wall, leaving him sprawled on the ground. His spear slipped from his grasp, landing in Yun Yantian’s hand.

“This spear isn’t bad. A waste to let someone like you wield it,” Yun Yantian said with a mocking smirk as he examined the weapon. It was of far higher quality than his own black-gold short spear—at least a seventh-grade Yellow-tier spirit weapon.

He twirled the spear casually before stashing it away.

“Give me back my spear!”

Baili Moxun scrambled to his feet from the rubble, his face contorted with rage. Ignoring his injuries, he lunged at Yun Yantian.

Seeing his stubbornness, Yun Yantian prepared to unleash the first move of the Hundred Battles Spear Technique—Piercing the Formation of Thousands—to end it with a single, decisive blow.

“Yantian, don’t!”

Baili Moxue’s voice rang out just as Yun Yantian was about to strike.

Hearing her plea, he halted his attack. Instead, he swung the spear sideways with practiced ease, striking Baili Moxun in the chest.

Crack!

The blow shattered several ribs, sending Baili Moxun tumbling to the ground. He coughed up blood as his body crumpled, unable to move.

His face turned deathly pale, his breath shallow, as he lay in a heap, defeated and humiliated.

“He hurt you, insulted you, and yet you still plead for his life?”

Having easily defeated Baili Moxun, Yun Yantian turned to Baili Moxue, his expression still cold with anger.

“In the end, he is still my father’s son. If you kill him, it will be difficult to explain to my father,” Baili Moxue said weakly as Yun Yanshuang helped her to her feet.

“But if your father knows that this ‘royal son’ tried to kill you, I doubt he would blame me much,” Yun Yantian countered.

“Punishment for him cannot come from you. It must come from my father,” Baili Moxue insisted.

“Besides, his mother, the North Palace Consort, has the support of the Chuanyin Lu Clan. I don’t want your Yun Clan to face them head-on just yet.”

“If we let him live, he’ll inform his mother sooner or later. The Chuanyin Lu Clan will come for us eventually. It’s better to eliminate the problem now,” Yun Yantian replied, his tone resolute.

Baili Moxue hesitated, but before she could say more, Yun Yantian continued, “There’s no need to worry. Whatever consequences arise, I will bear them.”

Not giving Baili Moxue a chance to object further, Yun Yantian took another step toward Baili Moxun, his killing intent palpable in the air.

“Yantian…” Baili Moxue began, but Yun Yanshuang interrupted, “Big Sister Baili, leave it to my brother. Someone like that doesn’t deserve your mercy. Even if you spare him, he won’t appreciate it.”

“You can’t kill me!” Baili Moxun shouted, panic creeping into his voice as Yun Yantian drew closer. “I’m the prince of noble birth! If you kill me, my father won’t spare you, and my mother and the Chuanyin Lu Clan will destroy your entire Yun Clan!”

Despite his words, Yun Yantian’s expression didn’t waver. Baili Moxun, realizing threats were futile, began to gather what little spiritual energy he could, intending to activate a talisman and escape.

But Yun Yantian was unmoved. Injured and weakened, Baili Moxun could barely muster the strength to resist.

As the inevitability of death loomed, terror consumed him.

“Royal Sister! Please, stop him! You won’t just stand there and let him kill me, will you?” Baili Moxun pleaded, his voice desperate.

Baili Moxue hesitated, a flicker of pity crossing her face, but before she could speak, Yun Yanshuang gripped her arm firmly.

“Big Sister Baili, don’t listen to him. He doesn’t deserve your kindness,” Yun Yanshuang said firmly.

“You’re really going to let me die, Baili Moxue? How dare you call yourself my sister! You’re just a venomous woman who feigns kindness while scheming in the shadows!

If I die, my mother and the Chuanyin Lu Clan won’t forgive you. And as for you, Yun Yantian, your entire Yun Clan will pay with their lives!”

As Baili Moxun spat venomous threats, Yun Yantian’s expression turned colder.

“Enough!” he snapped.

Thud!

With a single thrust, Yun Yantian drove his spear through Baili Moxun’s skull, silencing him forever.

With a flick of his spear, Yun Yantian retrieved Baili Moxun’s storage pouch and ring, claiming them for himself.

“Forgive me. This time, I acted on my own,” Yun Yantian said quietly as he approached Baili Moxue.

“It’s fine. Sooner or later, this would have happened. I just worry about your Yun Clan…” Baili Moxue trailed off.

“Big Sister Baili, this is our secret. If none of us speaks of it, who would know my brother killed him?” Yun Yanshuang said with a sly smile.

“You’re too naive,” Baili Moxue replied with a bitter smile. “The fact that Baili Moxun found this place proves his mother has her own network of spies.

If Baili Moxun doesn’t return alive, his mother will suspect us immediately.”

“Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Yun Yantian said, his tone firm and reassuring.

“It’s not myself I’m worried about—it’s your Yun Clan. The North Palace Consort will undoubtedly use the Chuanyin Lu Clan to target you,” Baili Moxue said with a sigh.

“No matter. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Worrying now serves no purpose,” Yun Yantian replied calmly.

“I hope it doesn’t bring too much trouble to your clan,” Baili Moxue murmured.

“You’re injured. I’ll carry you. Let’s leave Wanlong Mountain together with Shuang’er. The fortune has been secured, and the deadline to leave is near,” Yun Yantian said.

Baili Moxue hesitated for a moment before nodding. Blushing slightly, she allowed herself to be carried on Yun Yantian’s back.

As she rested against him, an inexplicable sense of safety washed over her.

All the fear and anxiety from before seemed to dissipate, leaving her with a newfound calm.

 

Chapter 175 A Wasteful Trip

At the Wanlong Mountain Boundary

“Activate the array! It’s time to bring back the Seventh Princess and the others,” Li Qing said softly, his voice carrying on the cold mountain wind as he stood at the peak.

Daoist Lu and the other two cultivators nodded, joining Li Qing to activate the teleportation array.

A pillar of radiant light shot into the sky.

Within the brilliance, three figures slowly emerged—it was Yun Yantian, Baili Moxue, and Yun Yanshuang.

“Seventh Princess, what happened to you?”

Seeing Baili Moxue’s pale complexion and serious injuries, Li Qing and the others tensed with concern.

“It’s my fault. I failed to protect her and caused her harm,” Yun Yantian said with a self-reproachful tone.

“Li Immortal, it’s not Yantian’s fault. I acted on my own and suffered the consequences,” Baili Moxue interjected hastily, fearing that Yun Yantian would shoulder the blame and incur the displeasure of the cultivators.

Noticing the bond between the Seventh Princess and Yun Yantian—their mutual care and regard—Li Qing and the others exchanged knowing smiles.

“Yantian, quickly take the Seventh Princess back to the Wanlong Palace. There will be healers to tend to her wounds,” Li Qing instructed.

“Yes, Immortal Li. I will take her there immediately,” Yun Yantian replied respectfully. Carrying Baili Moxue on his back and accompanied by Yun Yanshuang, he mounted a celestial crane and headed toward the palace.

“Yantian’s cultivation has reached an extraordinary level,” one of the cultivators remarked.

“Indeed. In the upcoming trials among the scions of the various clans, he might claim the top position. If that happens, the Emperor will have the perfect reason to bestow cultivation resources upon the Yun Clan, aiding their rise,” Li Qing said with a faint smile, watching Yun Yantian’s departing figure.

He couldn’t help but anticipate Yun Yantian’s performance in the trials to come.

After Li Qing and the others retrieved Yun Yantian’s group from the mountain, other cultivators stationed at various peaks began activating their arrays to bring back the other scions.

Those who did not reappear were presumed dead within the mountain.

“Where is the Ninth Prince? Why hasn’t he returned?”

“We don’t know. We activated the array but couldn’t sense his presence. We couldn’t retrieve him,” a court cultivator reported gravely.

“It seems likely that the Ninth Prince met with misfortune.”

“And the North Palace Consort… what will we tell her?”

Fear spread among the cultivators responsible for the retrieval. They knew the North Palace Consort’s wrath would be swift and unforgiving.

“Enough. I’ll inform the North Palace Consort myself. The Ninth Prince insisted on venturing into the mountain alone. If he perished there, the blame cannot fall entirely on us,” said a portly middle-aged cultivator with a sigh. With a flash of light, he disappeared into the distance.

At another teleportation array

“Brother Yuan, how are your injuries?”

In another part of the mountain, Wang Lilong and five surviving members of the Wang Clan hurriedly supported the bloodied and battered Wang Liyuan.

Wang Liyuan’s chest bore a deep, gaping wound—a grievous injury inflicted by Lin Tiansheng in a desperate counterattack before his death.

Had it not been for a fortuitous treasure he discovered within the mountain, Wang Liyuan would have perished from that final strike.

“I’m holding on for now, but I won’t be able to participate in the upcoming trials,” Wang Liyuan said weakly, his pale face betraying his dire state.

As he spoke, he coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips.

“Hurry! Get Brother Yuan onto the celestial crane and back to the Wanlong Palace for treatment,” Wang Lilong ordered anxiously.

The five surviving members of the Wang Clan quickly lifted Wang Liyuan onto the crane and began their flight to the palace.

“Those from the three great families are ruthless!”

“Especially Lin Tiansheng. Even in death, he managed to severely wound Yuan Brother with that strike,” another clan member muttered angrily.

“And let’s not forget Sister Lizhu. She fell to Lu Shanglin, along with many of our brothers and sisters who entered the mountain with us.”

As they looked at the grievously wounded Wang Liyuan lying on the crane, Wang Lilong and the others couldn’t suppress their anger.

Their hatred toward the three great families burned hot, fueled by the loss of their siblings and comrades during the deadly encounters in the mountain.

“One day, we’ll settle this debt with the three great families. I swear I’ll avenge Sister Lizhu and the others!” Wang Lilong vowed, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes blazing with fury.

“That Wang Liyuan… truly a man of immense fortune. He’s remarkably hard to kill.”

At another teleportation array, a disheveled and severely injured Ye Xiaolin stumbled out, accompanied by the only surviving Ye Clan member.

His cold, venomous gaze followed the celestial crane carrying Wang Liyuan, Wang Lilong, and the other Wang Clan survivors as it soared toward Wanlong Palace. His heart burned with hatred and a thirst for revenge.

They had believed that with the combined forces of the three great families, their numbers and strength would be more than enough to annihilate Wang Liyuan and the other Wang Clan members in the mountain.

Yet, Wang Liyuan had proven to be anything but simple. With formidable cultivation and exceptional talent, he also seemed blessed with extraordinary luck, managing to secure another fortune from within the mountain.

Even Lin Tiansheng’s final, desperate sword strike—his most powerful attack—failed to claim Wang Liyuan’s life outright.

“Still, even though we couldn’t eliminate Wang Liyuan and the Wang Clan entirely, the deaths of Lin Tiansheng and several Lin Clan scions in the mountain are a benefit to our Ye Clan. At least one potential threat has been neutralized,” remarked the surviving Ye Clan member, who was supporting Ye Xiaolin.

“You’re right, cousin. While it’s regrettable that Wang Liyuan survived, the Lin Clan’s losses are certainly a consolation,” Ye Xiaolin replied, his voice laced with cold satisfaction.

“Though I have to admit, Lu Shanglin is incredibly tenacious. All the other Lu Clan members perished, yet he managed to survive.”

“Enough talk. Let’s return to Wanlong Palace on the crane and tend to our injuries. Leaving these wounds untreated could lead to future trouble,” Ye Xiaolin said as he boarded the waiting celestial crane with the help of his cousin.

“Wang Liyuan, I will kill you! I swear it!”

On another mountain peak, Lu Shanglin stood bloodied and battered, his roar of fury echoing across the desolate terrain. His body radiated a savage, murderous aura.

The thought of the three great families joining forces yet still failing to kill Wang Liyuan tormented him. Worse, all the Lu Clan scions who entered the mountain were dead—he was the sole survivor.

His heart was a storm of pain and hatred.

“I never imagined Wanlong Mountain would harbor so many beasts and malevolent spirits,” another voice said grimly.

“Indeed. My Tongshan Xia Clan suffered several casualties. In the end, only I and Brother Changqing made it out alive,” replied Xia Changqing, his robes in tatters and his body covered in blood.

Thinking back to the Xia Clan’s ill-fated expedition into the mountain, Xia Changqing felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Not only had they failed to cross paths with Yun Yantian and his siblings to eliminate them as planned, but they also hadn’t obtained any significant fortunes.

It had been a fruitless and costly endeavor.

“There’s still the upcoming trials among the clan scions. If Brother Changqing encounters Yun Yantian in the arena, there may yet be an opportunity to settle the score,” his companion suggested.

“Exactly. I only hope Yun Yantian didn’t meet his end at the hands of the mountain’s many beasts and spirits. Otherwise, the upcoming trials will be far less satisfying,” Xia Changqing said with a cold smile as he boarded his celestial crane, heading straight for Wanlong Palace.

Meanwhile, at various other mountain peaks, flashes of light from the teleportation arrays heralded the return of scions from the three great families and the seven clans.

The losses were staggering. Many scions had perished during the trials to claim fortunes, victims of beasts, malevolent spirits, or rival factions.

The Wang Clan, led by Wang Liyuan, emerged relatively unscathed compared to the others, despite their challenges.

As for the imperial princes and princesses who had ventured into the mountain, several had also fallen to its dangers. The few who survived managed to secure modest fortunes, offering some hope for their future cultivation.

This expedition into Wanlong Mountain for fortunes had become a tale of mixed fates—some left triumphant, while others mourned bitter losses.

 

Chapter 176 A slip of the tongue

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”

Eunuch Wei hurried toward Baili Xi, bowing deeply as he arrived.

“What’s got you in such a rush?”

Baili Xi was leisurely touring the scenic spots around Wanlong Palace with Yun Yunyang and Yun Yanshui. Seated in a pavilion, he was sipping tea and chatting with Yun Yunyang when he noticed Eunuch Wei’s anxious expression. His demeanor immediately turned serious.

“Your Majesty, the Seventh Princess has returned, but…”

“But what?”

Baili Xi’s heart tightened. Among all his children, the Seventh Princess was the one he doted on the most.

“She has suffered serious injuries. Her condition is stable for now, and she is resting in a side hall.”

“Take me to her at once!”

Baili Xi commanded urgently.

Eunuch Wei bowed and quickly led Baili Xi toward the side hall, with Yun Yunyang and Yun Yanshui following closely behind.

“Xue’er!”

Upon entering the side hall, Baili Xi saw his pale-faced daughter leaning weakly against the bed.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang immediately bowed in respect.

“No need for formalities,” Baili Xi waved dismissively, sitting down beside the bed. Seeing his beloved daughter in such a state, his brows furrowed deeply. “Yantian, I entrusted Xue’er to you. Is this how you take care of her?”

“Your Majesty, this is my fault. I am prepared to accept any punishment,” Yun Yantian replied solemnly.

“Father, it’s not Yantian’s fault,” Baili Moxue interjected, anxious to defend him.

She then recounted everything that had transpired in the mountain, including the ambush at the ancient temple and Baili Moxun’s betrayal, leaving no detail unspoken.

“Moxun?!”

Baili Xi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Yes, Father. These injuries were inflicted by Moxun,” Baili Moxue said, her voice trembling slightly.

“He dared to harm his own royal sister so grievously? Where is he now?”

Baili Xi’s eyes burned with fury, his imposing imperial aura filling the room.

“He’s dead,” Baili Moxue said softly.

“Dead?!”

Baili Xi was taken aback.

“Your Majesty, I was the one who killed him. If punishment is due, I am ready to face it,” Yun Yantian stepped forward and declared.

“Father, please don’t punish Yantian. He acted out of anger for my sake,” Baili Moxue pleaded.

Throughout the exchange, Yun Yunyang and the others remained silent, understanding that intervening would only complicate the situation.

“Ah, so be it. It seems Moxun brought this fate upon himself, and no one could have stopped it,” Baili Xi sighed heavily, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.

He knew that his son had committed a grave sin by attacking his sister and attempting to take her life. Yun Yantian, as Moxue’s future husband, was justified in acting on her behalf.

Moreover, Yun Yantian was the disciple of a revered senior, and the royal family would need the Yun Clan’s support to counter the influence of the three great families and seven clans.

Still, Moxun had been his son—one with unparalleled talent among his children. Now, he was gone, killed by his daughter’s betrothed. The conflicting emotions were overwhelming.

“Yantian, though you had your reasons, killing a prince of the empire was still a rash decision. Your actions, however, have also safeguarded Xue’er. Let your merits cancel out your faults. There will be no reward, but neither will there be punishment.

In the future, think thrice before you act!” Baili Xi said, his tone stern.

“I will remember Your Majesty’s teachings,” Yun Yantian said, bowing deeply.

“Leave now. Accompany your uncle and sister. I have some things to discuss with Xue’er,” Baili Xi said with a wave of his hand.

Yun Yunyang and the others bowed and left the hall, taking Yun Yantian with them.

“Wei Gonggong, stay,” Baili Xi ordered.

Eunuch Wei, who had been following the group out, froze at the command and turned back, standing silently at the side.

Once the doors were closed, Baili Xi’s gaze turned cold, his sharp eyes locking onto Eunuch Wei.

“The jade slip I gave Xue’er… was it you who leaked the information to the North Palace Consort?”

“Y-Your Majesty, I…”

Eunuch Wei’s face turned deathly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably. He opened his mouth to deny the accusation, but no words came.

Realizing that only three people had prior knowledge about the jade slip, Eunuch Wei knew there was no use in lying anymore.

“Your Majesty, this servant is guilty! I am guilty! I merely got drunk and let it slip during a moment of carelessness…”

“Drunk? A moment of carelessness?”

“Do you realize that your carelessness almost cost my daughter her life? And my son as well!”

“If it weren’t for your loose tongue allowing that woman to hear of this, Moxun wouldn’t have deliberately sought out Xue’er, and none of this would have happened!”

As Eunuch Wei knelt trembling on the ground, Baili Xi’s gaze turned icily cold. A terrifying aura erupted from the emperor, bearing down on Eunuch Wei like a crushing wave.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Eunuch Wei collapsed fully to the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. The snapping sound of his cracking bones echoed in the hall as he let out agonized screams.

“Your Majesty, please spare me! This servant knows his mistake! I truly know my mistake!”

But Baili Xi showed no mercy. The oppressive force intensified, and with a sickening crunch, Eunuch Wei’s body was crushed into a mangled pulp. The metallic scent of blood filled the side hall.

“Father, even though you’ve killed Eunuch Wei to vent your anger, Moxun’s death will surely arouse suspicions from the North Palace Consort. She will undoubtedly shift her wrath toward me, and likely the Yun Clan as well,” Baili Moxue said, her tone worried as she glanced at the bloodied scene.

“Don’t worry. I will handle it,” Baili Xi said, his voice firm, as he sought to reassure her.

Outside the side hall, Yun Yunyang glanced at Yun Yantian and spoke in a measured tone.

“This time, the Seventh Princess spoke up for you. Otherwise…”

“I understand, Uncle,” Yun Yantian replied solemnly.

“His Majesty spoke rightly. You acted rashly in killing Baili Moxun. Although he injured the Seventh Princess and harbored murderous intent toward you, he was still the Emperor’s son.

You should have subdued him and brought him back to Wanlong Palace for the Emperor to decide his fate. Instead, you let your emotions guide your actions and killed him outright.

While your actions avenged the Seventh Princess, did you consider how the Emperor might feel?”

“If not for His Majesty’s magnanimity and the Seventh Princess’s intervention, you would be facing severe consequences right now,” Yun Yunyang said, his tone stern.

“I understand, Uncle. I was wrong,” Yun Yantian said, bowing deeply in acknowledgment of his mistake.

“You are usually thorough and composed, far more mature than your younger siblings. But this time, your emotions got the better of you.

Take my words as a warning: I do not want to see you or any of our family acting recklessly and bringing disaster upon yourselves,” Yun Yunyang said, his expression softening slightly.

“Uncle, don’t be too harsh on him,” Yun Yanshuang chimed in, flashing a playful smile as she wrapped her arm around Yun Yunyang’s. “Yantian only acted to protect us and ensure that Baili Moxun couldn’t cause further trouble for the Yun Clan.

Besides, that scoundrel wanted to kill the Seventh Princess!”

“Yes, Uncle. Yantian didn’t do anything wrong. At most, he failed to consider the Emperor’s perspective. He was only looking out for Baili Moxue,” Yun Yanshui added, stepping in to support his brother.

“You kids are all just ganging up on me now, aren’t you?” Yun Yunyang said, shaking his head with a wry smile as he looked at the siblings’ united front.

“Heh, we’re family, after all,” Yun Yanshuang said with a grin.

Despite his stern words, Yun Yunyang felt a warm sense of pride. Seeing the younger generation’s camaraderie, he silently prayed that the Yun family would remain united in the years to come.

“Yantian,” Baili Xi called as he emerged from the side hall, walking toward Yun Yantian.

“Your Majesty,” Yun Yantian said, bowing respectfully.

“Earlier, my words were harsh. Don’t take them to heart. I must also thank you for saving Xue’er,” Baili Xi said, his tone softer.

“Your Majesty is too kind. My uncle has already admonished me for my actions. In hindsight, I acted too rashly and failed to consider Your Majesty’s feelings,” Yun Yantian replied humbly.

“Enough. What’s done is done. Let’s not dwell on it,” Baili Xi said with a sigh.

Turning to Yun Yunyang, the Emperor smiled faintly. “Yunyang, I have some matters to attend to. I cannot stay and chat with you for now.”

“Your Majesty, please attend to your duties. There’s no need to worry about me,” Yun Yunyang replied graciously.

“Ha! Once everything is settled, I’ll find you, and we’ll have a proper drink together,” Baili Xi said with a hearty laugh before striding away.

 

Chapter 177 Whoever Touches Him Dies

“Brother, do you think Brother Yantian truly regrets his actions?”

Yun Yanshuang walked alongside Yun Yanshui, her curious gaze lingering on Yantian’s distant figure ahead.

“Regret? Definitely not,” Yun Yanshui chuckled.

“And why are you so certain?”

“Do you remember what happened to the Second Aunt all those years ago?”

“Of course. Second Aunt was humiliated by a local thug from the Zhou family, and unable to endure the disgrace, she hanged herself.

When the Second Uncle found out, he went to the Zhou family alone, and in front of their entire clan, he killed the scoundrel who had dishonored her.”

Recalling the incident, Yun Yanshuang felt a lingering anger.

“Exactly. After that, our Yun family and the Zhou family clashed, resulting in numerous casualties on both sides. It wasn’t until the authorities intervened that things finally settled.

Second Uncle even spent several months in jail for it. When he returned, Grandpa and the elders scolded him for being impulsive and not considering the consequences, which had led to unnecessary losses for our family.

But did the Second Uncle show any remorse afterward?”

“No, he didn’t,” Yun Yanshuang admitted.

“Right. Instead of regretting his actions, he took his spear and went back to the Zhou family, avenging the fallen members of our clan.

He killed over a dozen Zhou family members, leaving their clan terrified. They were forced to report him to the authorities again, and Second Uncle was arrested and imprisoned a second time.

If it hadn’t been for Uncle’s connections in Yuncang County and the hefty bribes he paid, Second Uncle might not have survived.”

“After being released from prison, Second Uncle chose to open a martial arts school in Yuncang County rather than return home, to avoid bringing further trouble to the family.

And because of their fear of Second Uncle, the Zhou family stayed quiet for years after that.”

“Second Uncle is a man of principle and deep emotions. His wife’s humiliation and tragic end were his breaking point, and he sought vengeance no matter the cost.

Now look at Yantian. He killed Baili Moxun out of fury for Baili Moxue, driven by the same uncompromising spirit. How could someone like him possibly feel regret?

For men like Second Uncle and Yantian, their loved ones are their bottom line. Touch that, and you die.”

Yun Yanshui laughed softly.

“Hehe! Now that you mention it, Yantian really does resemble Second Uncle in that way,” Yun Yanshuang said with a giggle.

“Of course he does. Like father, like son,” Yun Yanshui replied with a grin.

“Earlier, when Yantian admitted fault to Uncle and the Emperor, it was probably just to save face for the elders.”

“Exactly.” Yun Yanshui nodded in agreement.

“What are you two whispering about back there?”

Walking at the front with Yun Yunyang, Yantian turned his head to glance curiously at his siblings.

“Oh, nothing much! Shuang’er was just saying how dashing you looked when protecting Baili Moxue,” Yun Yanshui replied nonchalantly, quickening his pace alongside his sister to catch up.

“Quick, tell me! What about my son?!”

Inside her opulent palace, the North Palace Consort sat impatiently, awaiting news of her son, Baili Moxun, hoping he had returned from the mountain with the sought-after fortune.

If Moxun had acquired the fortune, his cultivation would improve greatly, and her standing within the court and the family would become even more secure.

However, the nervous and hesitant demeanor of the rotund middle-aged cultivator delivering the report made her heart sink.

“Your Highness… the Ninth Prince… did not return from the mountain. It is feared that…”

The middle-aged cultivator trailed off, leaving his statement unfinished.

But those few words were enough. The weight of the revelation hit the North Palace Consort like a bolt of lightning. Her body trembled, and she nearly collapsed.

Fortunately, a maidservant quickly stepped forward to steady her.

“Did I not order you all to accompany my son?! What were you doing?!”

Suppressing her grief and rage, the North Palace Consort glared at the middle-aged cultivator with bloodshot eyes, her expression twisted with fury.

If not for the man being a trusted envoy sent by her family, she might have unleashed her wrath fully on him.

“The Ninth Prince… refused to let us follow, so…”

The man’s voice grew weaker with each word, his head hanging low, afraid to meet her gaze.

“Get out! All of you, get out!”

The North Palace Consort’s shrill scream reverberated through the palace. Her rage boiled over as she hurled curses at the gathered attendants.

“A bunch of useless trash! You couldn’t even protect my son! What did the family send you here for? To disgrace me?”

Tears streamed down her face as the attendants fled her wrath. Left alone in the grand hall, the North Palace Consort collapsed onto her seat, trembling as she broke into sobs.

It was over.

Everything was over.

The carefully laid plans she had nurtured for years were now in ruins.

Creaaak…

The heavy doors of the palace slowly swung open, and the Eastern Palace Consort stepped inside with an entourage of eunuchs and maidservants. Her face was a mask of cold fury.

“What are you doing here?”

The North Palace Consort’s tear-streaked face twisted with hatred as she glared at her unexpected visitor. Her voice trembled, equal parts fear and anger.

She knew why the Eastern Palace Consort was here. It was her! Her daughter had caused all of this, ruined her son!

Slap!

The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the hall, leaving the North Palace Consort stunned.

“You dare strike me?!”

Before she could react, another slap landed on the other side of her face.

The Eastern Palace Consort’s icy voice followed: “If I could, I’d kill you right here! You had your son lay a hand on my daughter? You think I’ll let you get away with that?”

The truth had been revealed—Baili Moxue’s injuries were caused by Baili Moxun. And now, the Eastern Palace Consort understood the root of it all: the North Palace Consort’s scheming.

“You and I are finished!” the North Palace Consort snarled, attempting to lunge at her rival.

But the eunuchs accompanying the Eastern Palace Consort stepped forward and restrained her with ease, pinning her down as she struggled futilely.

“Do you think you still have the power to challenge me?”

The Eastern Palace Consort’s voice dripped with scorn.

“With Moxun gone, you have no standing left in the palace. And don’t even think about relying on the Chuanyin Lu family. They won’t back you anymore.”

A flicker of fear crossed the North Palace Consort’s face.

“Didn’t you find it odd how I walked in here without resistance? Why didn’t your family’s people stop me at the gates or intervene? I’ll tell you why—because they’ve already abandoned you.”

The words hit like a hammer, and the North Palace Consort’s face turned pale.

The Eastern Palace Consort straightened her robes and glared down at the defeated woman.

“Two slaps are enough to vent my anger. As for your punishment, someone else will deal with you.

From this moment on, your time as the North Palace Consort is over. You’ll have nothing left here.”

Without sparing another glance, the Eastern Palace Consort turned and left, her entourage following close behind.

The North Palace Consort crumpled to the ground, her hair disheveled, her gaze blank.

“It’s over… Everything is over… completely over…”

Moments later, Baili Xi arrived at the North Palace with his retinue of Imperial Guards.

His eyes took in the pathetic figure of the North Palace Consort, sitting on the cold floor with the marks of her humiliation still visible on her face. He knew at once who had been here before him.

With a weary sigh, Baili Xi waved his hand, signaling the guards.

“Take her away. Confine her to the Cold Palace.”

The North Palace Consort snapped out of her stupor at his words.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I was wrong! I was wrong!”

Her voice was frantic, her tone pleading as she crawled forward, desperation etched into every word.

“Yes, you were wrong.”

Baili Xi’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.

“For years, you’ve plotted and schemed in the palace. Did you really think I didn’t know?

I tolerated it because you were my consort. Because Moxun was my son. Because of the Lu family.

But this time… This time, you’ve gone too far.

You orchestrated a conflict between my children. You caused Xue’er’s injuries. And worst of all, your manipulations led Moxun to his death.

How could I ever forgive you for this?”

With those words, he turned and walked away, his hands clasped behind his back.

The North Palace’s anguished cries and pleas for mercy followed him down the corridor.

But the Emperor did not look back, leaving her to be dragged away by the Imperial Guards, condemned to the shadowy silence of the Cold Palace.

 

Chapter 178: Too Strong Luck

“This time’s Wanlong Mountain Trial… Qingshan, your Wang Liyuan performed quite admirably!”

In the rear mountain of Wanlong Mountain, a group of ten elders from the three major families and seven clans, including Bai Li Qingsun and Wang Qingshan, were gathered in a pavilion.

After hearing about the details of the trial, Bai Li Qingsun deliberately brought up the topic.

“Senior Bai Li, you jest. How could that boy of mine be worthy of such attention?”
Wang Qingshan clasped his hands and smiled.

His words, though polite, carried a deliberate air of humility while subtly deflecting Bai Li Qingsun’s remarks. He clearly intended to avoid drawing the other elders’ attention to the Yulin Wang clan. Over the years, the Yulin Wang clan had already endured enough covert suppression from the three major families. The last thing Wang Qingshan wanted was to invite the covetous eyes of the other six clans as well.

“How could he not be worthy of attention? That Wang Liyuan of yours is rather capable, isn’t he? To think he even managed to kill a prodigy of my Lin family.”

An elder in a dark crimson robe, his white eyebrows furrowed tightly, cast a cold glance at Wang Qingshan.

His family’s scattered cultivators had just reported to him in private. During this trial, all the disciples of the Lin family had perished within Wanlong Mountain.

While the deaths of those disciples were inconsequential to the current strength of the Wangyue Lin clan, the loss of Lin Tiansheng—a genius who had comprehended sword intent—was a significant blow to their younger generation.

A prodigy who had mastered the profound sword intent!
Had his journey proceeded smoothly, he might have achieved great heights in the future. But now, he had died in Wanlong Mountain, slain by none other than that brat, Wang Liyuan.

“Brother Lin, if your family’s prodigy hadn’t insisted on teaming up with the other two clans to target my Liyuan, this wouldn’t have happened,” Wang Qingshan replied with a faint smile.

His words were both a deliberate provocation aimed at sowing discord among the three major families and an expression of his dissatisfaction with the Wangyue Lin clan.

“Wang Qingshan, there’s no need for your petty provocations. Many of my Canglan Ye clan’s disciples perished at the hands of your Wang Liyuan. Now, only two managed to return alive.”

“The same is true for my Chuanyin Lu clan.”

The elders of the Ye and Lu clans, seasoned veterans who had weathered countless schemes, saw through Wang Qingshan’s intentions and responded coldly.

Their stance made it clear: the three major families would not let the Yulin Wang clan off easily. The debt of this trial would be settled eventually—if not now, then in the future.

“Brothers Ye and Lu, how unreasonable can you be? Do you think only your clans lost people in the trial? My Wang family lost members too!”

Wang Qingshan’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning cold.

Wang Lizhu had died, and many other Wang disciples who entered the mountain had perished as well. Wang Liyuan himself had barely survived the combined assault of the three major families’ prodigies. Yet here were the Ye and Lu clans, not only failing to show restraint but even trying to pin blame on the Wang family!

“Wang Qingshan, ever since you entered the Foundation Establishment stage, your demeanor has changed significantly.

What now? Do you think that with your newly acquired abilities, you can take on the three of us at once?”

The Lu clan elder, known for his fiery temper, scowled darkly at Wang Qingshan’s words, his posture hinting at a readiness for combat.

“Everyone, calm down! Let’s not forget that Senior Bai Li is present! If you start fighting here, wouldn’t that be a show of great disrespect to him?”

The elder of the Tongshan Xia clan, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, spoke up.

She had noticed how Bai Li Qingsun’s casual remarks had successfully fanned the flames between the three major families and Wang Qingshan, bringing them to the brink of conflict. Seeing that the situation was escalating dangerously, she quickly stepped in to mediate.

Her words carried an implicit reminder of Bai Li Qingsun’s presence, urging everyone to focus on the real threat at hand. Despite the deep-seated grudges and rivalries among the three major families and seven clans, it was unwise to fall into Bai Li Qingsun’s trap by squabbling amongst themselves.

“Exactly. If you want to fight, take it elsewhere. Don’t disturb Senior Bai Li’s tea-tasting experience.”

The elder of the Rizhao Lou clan chimed in with a dry, sarcastic smile.

He would gladly watch the three major families clash with Wang Qingshan, but he understood that their primary concern should remain on Bai Li Qingsun. His invitation to this gathering was undoubtedly calculated. Starting an internal conflict now would only play into his hands.

Thanks to the intervention of the Xia and Lou clan elders, the other elders soon joined in to mediate, and the rising tension in the pavilion gradually subsided.

The mention of Bai Li Qingsun snapped the elders of the three major families and Wang Qingshan back to their senses, leaving them secretly wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.

That was close!
They had been so consumed by their grudges against each other that they almost forgot the presence of this cunning old man.

At the head of the pavilion, Bai Li Qingsun continued sipping his tea in silence, his sharp gaze occasionally flickering coldly over the Xia clan and Lou clan elders.

“Well, well. You all belong to the immortal cultivation families under our royal family’s domain. Over the years, it has been thanks to the unwavering support of your three families and seven clans that our royal family has been able to subdue neighboring nations and fend off the rampant invasions of demonic entities within our borders.

If you let these internal disputes escalate, it could damage your family legacies and harm the fortunes of our royal family. Such things are not what I wish to see. So, stop your bickering.

This trial was nothing more than a competition among the younger generation, a contest for immortal opportunities. On the path of cultivation, death is inevitable. Why quarrel over such trivial matters?

Even our royal family lost several princes and princesses within the mountain. It’s all destiny—unchangeable.”

“Senior Bai Li speaks wisely,” Wang Qingshan and the others replied in unison, their tones perfectly cooperative on the surface.

“Good. Now sit down and enjoy your tea. Next is the competition among the clans’ spiritual roots. We old folks can watch carefully to see which clan’s spiritual roots shine the brightest in this contest. It will be a sight worthy of admiration!”

After his brief yet pointed “advice” to the elders, Bai Li Qingsun smiled warmly, his gaze shifting to the arena below.

By now, the surviving spiritual roots of each clan who had endured the trials of Wanlong Mountain had gathered at the platform. The upcoming duels were about to commence!

I hope the Yun Cang Yun clan’s spiritual roots won’t disappoint me, Bai Li Qingsun thought.

If they perform well, I can face death without regret.

His gaze lingered on the two spiritual roots of the Yun Cang Yun clan—Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang—who stood among the other competitors.

Before his death, Bai Li Qingsun wanted to witness whether the two spiritual roots of the Yun Cang Yun clan could surpass the younger generations of all the other clans. If they succeeded, their support could ensure the royal family’s stability and peace in the future.

As for how far his Bai Li family’s royal lineage could go in the years to come, that would depend on fate and fortune.

In front of the Wanlong Palace, a massive arena had already been set up. Around it, the spiritual roots of the various clans, along with their respective cultivators, had gathered.

Crown Prince Bai Li Xi led a procession of concubines, princes, princesses, and civil and military officials to the grand platform prepared for the royal family, accompanied by a retinue of eunuchs and palace maids. They waited in anticipation for the duels to begin.

Like his ancestor, Bai Li Xi also had high hopes for the two spiritual roots of the Yun Cang Yun clan.

He hoped Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian would emerge victorious, bringing glory to their clan.

It would also reveal the future fortune of the Yun Cang Yun clan. If they prove themselves worthy, the effort I’ve spent fostering ties with them—including forming marital alliances—will not have been in vain, he thought.

From the guest seats, Yun Yanshui surveyed the crowd of spiritual roots who had survived the three-day trial for immortal opportunities within Wanlong Mountain. Roughly half of them were missing.

Notably, the spiritual roots of the three major families had suffered the most. The Canglan Ye clan was down to only two, the Chuanyin Lu clan had just Lu Shanglin left, and as for the Wangyue Lin clan, none of their spiritual roots appeared to have survived.

“I heard that the spiritual roots of the three major families joined forces in Wanlong Mountain to target Wang Liyuan and his Wang clan disciples. A bloody battle ensued,” Yun Yantian remarked.

“As a result, only two spiritual roots remain from the Ye clan, just Lu Shanglin from the Lu clan, and the Lin clan’s disciples—led by Lin Tiansheng—have all perished,” he continued.

“Lin Tiansheng? Brother Yantian, wasn’t he the one who had comprehended sword intent? Even he died?” Yun Yanshuang asked, astonished.

“It seems Wang Liyuan’s sword intent surpassed Lin Tiansheng’s.”

“Who would’ve thought that Wang Liyuan was this formidable? Even the combined efforts of the three major families’ spiritual roots couldn’t take him down!” Yun Yanshui murmured to herself.

“They say Wang Liyuan obtained some sort of immortal opportunity in the mountain, which allowed him to withstand Lin Tiansheng’s strongest attack before his death. While he survived, he sustained grave injuries and won’t be able to participate in the upcoming duels.”

“Wang Liyuan’s fortune truly is extraordinary!” Yun Yanshui sighed, marveling at the news.

I wonder what kind of immortal opportunity Wang Liyuan obtained this time? I’ll find a chance to take it from him—and kill him in the process. His fortune is too strong. I cannot give him the chance to grow further.

 

Chapter 179 Life hangs on a thread

“Esteemed elders and cultivators, I am Li Qing. I trust most of you already know of me.”

A figure appeared suddenly in the arena.

Li Qing clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, introducing himself to the gathered spiritual roots and elders from various clans.

“This time, I have been tasked by His Majesty to oversee the upcoming duels,” he announced.

“The rules for the duels remain the same as in previous years. However, considering that some newly established cultivation families may be participating for the first time, I shall take a moment to explain them carefully.

The duels are simple: two contestants will face off on the platform. The winner advances, and the loser is eliminated.

There are no restrictions—no limits on techniques or methods. The duel continues until one side dies or admits defeat.

During the duel, no one is permitted to interfere. Any interference will be considered a forfeit and will incur severe punishment by the royal family’s enforcers. I trust this is clear to everyone.”

“Now, it is time for the spiritual roots of each clan to step forward and draw lots. The draw will determine their opponents.”

After briefly explaining the rules, Li Qing gestured for the participants to approach the stage and draw their lots.

“Let’s go, Shuang’er,” Yun Yantian said, leading Yun Yanshuang to the platform to draw their numbers.

“Brother Yantian, what number did you get?”

“Number three.”

“I’m number ten.”

“It seems we won’t face each other.”

“That’s good. Brother Yantian has grown so much stronger, and Shuang’er wouldn’t stand a chance against you,” she said playfully, a smile lighting up her face.

“You little rascal.”

Yun Yantian chuckled, ruffling his sister’s hair with a doting expression.

“Brother Yantian, what number did you draw?”

Xia Changqing approached with several disciples from the Xia clan, his demeanor warm and friendly.

“Number three. And you, Brother Changqing?”

Yun Yantian smiled, though he knew exactly what Xia Changqing was planning. He had avoided him in the mountain, clearly intending to make his move during the duels.

“I drew number twelve, making us opponents,” Xia Changqing replied with a polite grin.

“In that case, I’ll have to trouble Brother Changqing to go easy on me in the duel,” Yun Yantian said lightly.

“Haha! Brother Yantian jests. It’s I who should ask for your mercy,” Xia Changqing replied with a hearty laugh before leaving with the other Xia disciples.

“The lot drawing is complete. Will the spiritual roots for the first match please take the stage,” Li Qing announced, his voice ringing through the arena.

With a swift motion, a figure leaped onto the platform—it was Ye Xiaolin of the Ye clan.

“Damn it! It’s Ye Xiaolin!”

“Word is, his cultivation has reached the peak of the Ninth Stage of Embryo Breath. We’re no match for him.”

One of the lesser cultivation clans from the Yue Kingdom muttered among themselves as their spiritual root paled at the sight of Ye Xiaolin taking the stage.

“Withdraw. If you fight him, it will only mean certain death,” an elder from the clan advised with a heavy sigh.

In the end, the spiritual root from the Lingdong Yu clan decisively forfeited the match.

“Lingdong Yu clan forfeits. The victor is Ye Xiaolin,” Li Qing announced loudly.

“Many thanks,” Ye Xiaolin said with a faint nod of acknowledgment before stepping down to return to his seat.

“Next, the contestants for the second match, please take the stage,” Li Qing declared.

As his words fell, Lu Shanglin of the Lu clan ascended the platform, his cold, piercing eyes scanning the Wang clan disciples. His gaze locked onto one target.

“Wang Lilong, come and face me! I know you’re my opponent. If I can’t kill your brother this time, I’ll settle for killing you instead!”

Among the Wang clan disciples, Wang Lilong stepped forward, ready to accept the challenge. However, an elder of the Wang clan quickly pulled him back.

“Lu Shanglin’s cultivation has already reached the peak of the Seventh Stage of Embryo Breath. You are no match for him. To step onto that stage would be to throw your life away!”

“Even so, I must fight him!”

“Big Sister Lizhu died at that bastard’s hands!”

Wang Lilong clenched his teeth, his face full of hatred. Ignoring the elder’s urgent warnings, he leaped onto the stage without hesitation.

The moment his feet touched the platform, Wang Lilong didn’t wait for Li Qing to announce the start of the duel. Sword in hand, he launched his attack.

A blade of sword energy, several meters long, cleaved through the air with a sharp whistle, aimed directly at Lu Shanglin.

“Hmph! A trivial trick.”

With a cold snort, Lu Shanglin swung his black-gold short staff, effortlessly shattering the oncoming sword energy.

“Your swordsmanship is far inferior to Wang Liyuan’s,” he sneered.

“It’s a pity Wang Liyuan isn’t here. Otherwise, I would make sure he dies during this duel!”

As Lu Shanglin spoke, his figure vanished like a shadow. Before Wang Lilong could react, Lu Shanglin was already behind him.

Wang Lilong instinctively tried to turn and raise his sword in defense, but he was too slow.

With overwhelming force, the short staff smashed into Wang Lilong’s chest.

Thud!

The impact sent Wang Lilong flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth in a crimson arc.

He barely stabilized himself before Lu Shanglin closed the distance again, bringing his staff down in another merciless strike.

The blow landed squarely on Wang Lilong’s head. His skull narrowly avoided shattering, but the impact left him dazed and stumbling backward, blood seeping from his nose, ears, and eyes.

“The gap is too wide!”

“It’s true. Wang Lilong’s cultivation is only at the Sixth Stage of Embryo Breath. How could he hope to contend with Lu Shanglin, who’s at the peak of the Seventh Stage?”

The spectators murmured among themselves, the disparity between the two contestants glaringly obvious after just two exchanges.

“Last time, if that wretched woman hadn’t protected you, do you really think you’d still be alive?” Lu Shanglin jeered, his killing intent growing stronger as he advanced.

“Don’t you dare insult Big Sister Lizhu!” Wang Lilong roared, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury as he struggled to steady himself.

“And what if I insult her? What can you do about it?”

With a deranged grin, Lu Shanglin swung his staff once more, this time striking Wang Lilong’s chest.

Crack!

The sound of breaking ribs echoed through the arena as the staff crushed bone and shattered his internal organs. Wang Lilong collapsed into a pool of blood, his breath faint and labored.

“We surrender! The Wang family surrenders!”

Seeing Wang Lilong on the brink of death, a Wang elder stood up and shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

Though conceding defeat in public was a blow to the family’s pride, he could no longer care about such matters.

On the stage, Lu Shanglin ignored the surrender. With murderous intent blazing in his eyes, he raised his black-gold staff once more, aiming for Wang Lilong’s head.

Clang!

The staff was intercepted just in time by Li Qing, who stepped in to block the blow.

“Why are you stopping me?” Lu Shanglin snarled, his face twisted with rage.

“The Wang family has already surrendered,” Li Qing replied calmly.

“I don’t care!” Lu Shanglin bellowed, determined to finish Wang Lilong off.

Just as he moved to strike again, a wave of oppressive energy radiated from Li Qing’s body, pinning Lu Shanglin to the ground.

“If you defy the rules, your qualification will be revoked,” Li Qing warned, his tone as unyielding as steel.

“Revoke it, then! Who cares?” Lu Shanglin spat, his face contorted with pain and fury.

“Shanglin, stand down.”

A commanding voice rang out from the sidelines. It was Lu Zhengqiang, Lu Shanglin’s father.

“But Father…”

“I said, stand down! Do you not understand?” Lu Zhengqiang’s expression darkened, his tone brooking no argument.

Fear flashed in Lu Shanglin’s eyes, and he reluctantly obeyed. Once Li Qing lifted the suppression, he stormed off the stage, his frustration palpable.

“Lilong!”

The Wang elders and disciples rushed onto the stage, quickly tending to Wang Lilong’s injuries.

“I’m sorry… I failed. I couldn’t kill Lu Shanglin or avenge Big Sister Lizhu…” Wang Lilong gasped, blood trickling from his lips as he looked at his uncles, cousins, and brothers with guilt-ridden eyes.

“Save your strength and take this healing pill,” an elder urged.

“It’s no use… My ribs have pierced my heart. Don’t waste a pill on me, Uncle,” Wang Lilong whispered weakly.

“Don’t lose hope. The family will not let you die so easily.”

The elder’s expression was grim as he carried the critically injured Wang Lilong off the stage, the other Wang disciples following closely behind.

“Interesting. The grudge between the Wang and Lu families seems to have deepened yet again,” a spectator remarked.

“That suits us just fine. Let them fight each other to death. It saves us the trouble,” Yun Yanshui thought to herself, her mind already plotting.

As she schemed, Yun Yantian stepped onto the stage, his expression calm and composed.

Waiting for him was Xia Changqing, who had already taken his position, a faint smile on his lips.

 

Chapter 180: Thousands of Troops Digging into the Formation

“I wonder, Brother Yantian, what weapon do you use?”

Xia Changqing asked as he gripped a spiritual soft sword. The sword was three feet long, two fingers wide, and as thin as a cicada’s wing. Its material was unknown, but it radiated a faint, mysterious light.

“Nothing special, just a spear.”

Yun Yantian replied casually, flipping his hand to summon the Cloud Pattern Spear he had taken from Bai Li Moyi.

“Brother Yantian’s spear is no ordinary weapon. It seems you must have gained some remarkable immortal opportunity in the mountain,” Xia Changqing remarked, his tone laced with curiosity.

“An opportunity? Hardly. I almost lost my life in Wanlong Mountain,” Yun Yantian replied with a self-deprecating smile, deliberately omitting any mention of inheriting the Hundred Battles Spear Art.

“I see.”

Xia Changqing nodded subtly, though suspicion lingered in his eyes. He clearly didn’t believe Yun Yantian’s words.

Without further delay, Xia Changqing stomped the ground and shot forward like an arrow.

His soft sword twisted like a nimble serpent, slithering toward Yun Yantian with deadly precision.

Yun Yantian countered swiftly, lifting his spear to block the oncoming strike.

However, the soft sword was incredibly flexible. Its cold, razor-sharp tip curved mid-strike, resembling a venomous snake, and darted toward Yun Yantian’s neck, aiming for his carotid artery.

Sensing the danger, Yun Yantian adjusted his grip and dragged his spear along the length of Xia Changqing’s sword, redirecting its momentum. With a calculated burst of force, he deflected the deadly tip, neutralizing the threat with ease.

Then, with a swift twist of his wrist, Yun Yantian rotated his spear and thrust the blunt end toward Xia Changqing’s chest.

Xia Changqing’s eyes narrowed as he hurriedly raised his sword horizontally, narrowly blocking the incoming blow.

Clang!

The impact of the spear’s hilt against the soft sword reverberated through the air, the sheer force causing the blade to bend unnaturally.

Xia Changqing staggered backward uncontrollably, unable to withstand the immense power.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yun Yantian spun his spear once more. Channeling his spiritual energy, he unleashed a sweeping strike with overwhelming momentum.

The attack was none other than the first technique of the Hundred Battles Spear Art—Thousand Armies Piercing Formation!

The terrifying aura of the strike shook Xia Changqing to his core.

In his mind’s eye, he saw an army of divine and demonic cavalry charging toward him, their roars echoing like a thunderstorm, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth.

Xia Changqing instinctively wanted to counter, but under the crushing pressure of the spear’s might, he couldn’t muster the will to fight back. Left with no choice, he leaped backward desperately.

Boom!

The spear’s sweeping momentum struck the arena with explosive force, causing the entire platform to quake violently.

The tremendous power of the attack sent chunks of blue stone flying into the air. Moments later, they crumbled into fine powder, cascading down like snowflakes.

The display of raw power left Xia Changqing stunned, and the surrounding elders and spiritual roots from various clans were equally shocked.

“What a terrifying strike! Who is that person? How does he possess such strength?”

“That’s Yun Yantian, a spiritual root of the Yun Cang Yun clan.”

“Yun Cang Yun clan? I’ve barely heard of them.”

“They’re a recently ascended cultivation family. His Majesty has shown them great favor, even intending to marry the Seventh Princess into their clan. That man fighting Xia Changqing is the future prince consort!”

“Ah, I remember now! At the banquet in Wanlong Palace a few days ago, the Seventh Princess seemed very close to him.”

“Indeed. To think that such a terrifying spiritual root could come from a family that only ascended a few years ago.

From his cultivation alone, it seems he’s on the verge of breaking through to the Qi Refinement stage.

That spear technique he just displayed—it’s far beyond what an ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator could perform!”

…

“Brother Yantian, I concede!”

On the platform, Xia Changqing’s expression was grim as he recalled the devastating power of Yun Yantian’s earlier strike. His heart still raced with lingering fear.

Had he not dodged in time, he would have ended up like the shattered stones—reduced to dust.

Yun Yantian, as it turned out, had indeed gained a substantial immortal opportunity in Wanlong Mountain. His current cultivation level was clearly far above Xia Changqing’s.

Continuing the fight would only lead to Xia Changqing’s death.

“Brother Changqing, you honor me with your concession,” Yun Yantian replied, clasping his hands in thanks before turning to leave the platform gracefully under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Watching Yun Yantian’s retreating figure, Xia Changqing clenched his fists, his emotions conflicted.

The gap between them had become insurmountable, and it was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Haha! Impressive! Truly impressive!”

On the Dragon Throne, Bai Li Xi observed Yun Yantian’s performance and couldn’t help but offer praise.

Yun Yantian’s display had not disappointed him!

Xia Changqing, with his cultivation at the Eighth Stage of Embryo Breath, undoubtedly carried numerous talismans and defensive spiritual artifacts. Yet Yun Yantian’s terrifying spear technique had cowed Xia Changqing into conceding without a fight, leaving him no room to even consider using his life-saving measures. Such decisiveness and martial prowess were rare indeed!

“To think that Changqing would lose so easily!”

Beside him, the Empress of the Eastern Palace was equally shocked by Yun Yantian’s overwhelming power.

She had assumed this battle would be a guaranteed victory for Xia Changqing, perhaps even ending with Yun Yantian’s death, thus sparing her daughter from marrying into the Yun Cang Yun clan.

Reality, however, delivered her a harsh slap.

It seemed she had underestimated the Yun Cang Yun clan—and the future son-in-law she so disliked.

“It looks like the three great families will soon have another rival,” Ye Xiaolin muttered, his expression grim as he watched Yun Yantian’s retreating figure.

Xia Changqing’s cultivation was formidable, and with the support of various spiritual talismans and weapons, even Ye Xiaolin himself couldn’t force Xia Changqing to concede so easily.

“The Yun Cang Yun clan… A once-obscure name. After this Hundred Clans Assembly, they’re bound to draw significant attention,” one of the Ye clan elders murmured, his gaze fixed on the Yun Cang Yun representatives with a newfound weight.

“Be wary of the Yun Cang Yun clan’s spiritual roots in the future,” Lu Zhengqiang whispered to his son as his eyes lingered on Yun Yantian’s departing silhouette.

“That family is destined to become a powerful adversary!”

“Yes, Father. I understand,” Lu Shanglin replied with a nod, still reeling from the earlier duel.

The terrifying might of Yun Yantian’s spear, which rivaled the power of a cultivator in the Qi Refinement stage, left him both shocked and unsettled.

“My apologies… I’ve lost this battle.”

Back with his clan, Xia Changqing stood before an elder, his face filled with guilt.

“It’s of no consequence. None of us expected the Yun Cang Yun clan’s spiritual root to be so deeply hidden. In just a few years, he’s already reached such heights,” the elder said solemnly.

“Unfortunately, we may not be able to fulfill the ancestor’s directive to eliminate Yun Yantian during the Hundred Clans Assembly.”

“You needn’t concern yourself with that. Once the assembly concludes, we’ll make arrangements,” the elder reassured him.

Back in the Rear Mountain of Wanlong

“Haha! The younger generation truly surpasses the old! The Yun Cang Yun clan’s spiritual root has impressed this old man greatly.

That spear strike just now—it was on par with a full-power attack from an ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator.

As for that Xia Changqing lad, he reacted quickly enough. Knowing he was no match, he wisely conceded,” Bai Li Qingsun said with a hearty laugh, stroking his beard.

The Yun Cang Yun clan’s spiritual root had not disappointed him in the least.

Then again, with a mentor of such caliber behind him, and Yun Yantian as his disciple, how could he be lacking?

“Senior Bai Li, you jest. My Changqing isn’t anything exceptional. However, like you, I’m astonished by the terrifying talent and strength of the Yun Cang Yun spiritual root,” said the Xia clan elder, gripping her dragon-headed cane tightly as she gazed coldly at Yun Yantian on the distant platform. A flash of killing intent flickered deep in her eyes.

“The Yun Cang Yun clan is indeed remarkable. For their spiritual root to achieve such feats in just a few short years, their fortune must be extraordinary,” remarked the Ye clan patriarch, his voice laced with intrigue.

The Lin clan patriarch and other clan elders echoed similar sentiments, their gazes filled with curiosity and gravity as they considered the future of the Yun Cang Yun clan.

Among them, only Wang Qingshan remained composed, as if everything had been within his expectations.

Knowing some of the Yun Cang Yun clan’s background, he wasn’t surprised by Yun Yantian’s performance at the Hundred Clans Assembly.

It seems it won’t be long before the Yun Cang Yun clan produces a Qi Refinement cultivator, Wang Qingshan thought to himself.

*However, with Yun Yantian and the Yun Cang Yun clan stealing the spotlight at the assembly, they’ve drawn the attention of many clans. Trouble will surely follow, saving me some effort.

If those clans make the mistake of targeting Yun Yantian and provoke his mentor into action… Haha! Now that will be a show worth watching!*