Chapter 14: Junior Brother Jun Moxiao

Chapter 14: Junior Disciple Jun Moxiao

“Who exactly is this young man?”

“What level of cultivation does he possess? With just two breaths, he wiped out so many ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge—it’s unbelievable!”

The human cultivators around all stood up one by one, gazing at Ye Yun with eyes full of admiration.

Their gazes were filled with intense fervor.

They had never heard of such a powerful figure.

Just moments ago, a Ghost King at the Divine Bridge Realm suddenly appeared in the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, terrifying them nearly to death, and some were even at risk of being devoured by that Ghost King.

But unexpectedly, in the desperate struggle for survival, a noble figure descended from the heavens and saved them.

“Thank you for your assistance.”

Countless human cultivators cupped their fists, their faces expressing deep gratitude.

Ye Yun glanced around coldly.

Seeing this great figure so indifferent, seemingly disdainful, the cultivators from the various powerful factions felt their faces flush with embarrassment, the moment turning awkward.

“Let’s go...” The crowd exchanged glances and began to turn away, preparing to leave the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

At that moment, a sudden chilling voice echoed through the ridge.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Hearing this familiar voice, everyone abruptly halted, turned around, and stared at the great figure in confusion.

“Luoli, did those people just try to snatch your Imperial-grade robe?”

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly as he asked softly.

At the question from the patriarch, Luoli’s delicate body trembled slightly. With resolute nodding, she said, “Yes, Patriarch. Those people all wanted to take my Imperial-grade robe.”

“That’s good!”

Ye Yun’s gaze swept over the crowd, terrifying and indifferent as he said, “You are all dead.”

When this great figure suddenly spoke such merciless words, everyone immediately erupted in uproar.

“Senior, you’re one of the supreme masters of our human race. Why would you turn on your own kind?”

“Exactly, senior, you can’t do this—you are our hero.”

“Senior, you wiped out the entire Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge with just two breaths. This deed deserves to be recorded in the annals of the Ancient Moon Dynasty. We are proud of you.”

“Senior, you must be joking just now. Surely you wouldn’t really kill us?”

At this moment, the human cultivators around displayed a variety of expressions.

Some refused to believe it, some flattered desperately, while others remained silent, their eyes flickering sharply as if calculating escape routes.

Ye Yun’s gaze was solitary and cold.

He looked at the people around him without any expression.

“To dare bully the people of the Divine Dragon Sect, there is only one possible outcome—death!”

With that, Ye Yun exhaled a breath of pure energy.

This breath shot out in all directions.

Seeing Ye Yun release this terrifying breath, everyone was terrified to the core and immediately unleashed powerful divine arts, scattering in all directions to flee.

But their overall strength was still weaker than the malevolent ghosts of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge; how could they escape?

Amidst the screams of agony, thousands of human cultivators turned into wisps of blue smoke.

Witnessing this shocking scene, Luoli’s pupils dilated in extreme astonishment.

“The Patriarch is truly ruthless!”

She thought excitedly.

According to Luoli’s expectations, the patriarch would at most severely reprimand these people, not wipe them out completely.

But the patriarch directly exterminated thousands with such decisiveness—it was utterly shocking!

Luoli had no idea that, in the eyes of a god, all lives were but ants.

Ye Yun looked at Luoli and patted her shoulder, smiling gently.

“No need to pity them.”

“Ah…”

Luoli responded softly, still pale.

Ye Yun chuckled, “Even if they die, there will be new crops of chives sprouting behind them. No need to worry.”

“Alright.”

Though Luoli found the patriarch’s words somewhat unbelievable, she nodded obediently.

“All is quiet now.”

Ye Yun clapped his hands and laughed lightly.

Then, furrowing his brows slightly, he noticed there were still some human cultivators in the pool, barely clinging to life.

They had been immersed in the Pointing Heaven Lantern for over ten days, almost exhausted.

“Well, time to send you on your way.”

Ye Yun exhaled once more, and in an instant, over ten thousand people vanished, leaving only Luoli’s junior disciple, Jun Moxiao.

Ye Yun beckoned, and Jun Moxiao flew out of the pool, landing on the ground beside him.

“Junior disciple.”

Luoli’s heart tightened, and she hurried forward.

Ye Yun’s figure flickered, coming to Jun Moxiao’s side as well.

He pressed a hand gently on Luoli’s shoulder, speaking softly, “This pool water contains a certain toxin. You should avoid contact for now.”

As he spoke, Ye Yun rummaged through the storage room, retrieved a small vial, and poured a drop of green liquid onto Jun Moxiao.

The toxic water that clung to Jun Moxiao instantly vanished.

Luoli clicked her tongue in admiration.

Ye Yun offered no further explanation, put away the vial, and infused a trace of his spiritual power into Jun Moxiao’s body.

Only then did Jun Moxiao regain consciousness, opening his eyes. The blurry scene before him gradually cleared, and the exquisite face of his senior sister appeared.

“Senior sister, are we meeting in hell?”

Jun Moxiao smiled bitterly, dazed.

The Divine Dragon Sect had few heirs and was in decline. Since their master died, the situation for the three disciples had become increasingly precarious.

First, the eldest senior sister disappeared to protect them, her fate unknown.

Then, as pursuers grew fierce, Jun Moxiao drew them away to let Senior Sister Luoli ascend safely.

Although she escaped, Jun Moxiao knew Senior Sister’s path would be even more difficult, and she wouldn’t last long against the pursuers.

Unexpectedly, after all these days, Senior Sister also met a tragic end, and now they met in hell...

“What nonsense are you talking about, junior brother? How could we die?”

Luoli scolded Jun Moxiao with a slight frown, then smiled, gently pointing at the white-clad youth beside her.

“Junior brother, hurry and pay respects to the Patriarch.”

Luoli urged quickly.

Patriarch?

Jun Moxiao was stunned, incredulously turning his gaze toward the handsome youth in white.

This youth, dressed in jade-like white garments, looked only a few years older than him—how could he be the Patriarch?

“Senior sister, you... you’re not mistaken, are you?”

Jun Moxiao questioned weakly.

“Could there be a mistake? To be honest, junior brother, this is the greatest patriarch in the history of our Divine Dragon Sect. I guess... you never expected this, right?”

A flush of pride colored Luoli’s delicate face, her chin lifted slightly with a look of arrogance.

Ye Yun, this Patriarch, was the most glorious figure of the Divine Dragon Sect’s prime era.

He had elevated the sect to the level of an eternal-grade clan, and his contributions were unparalleled.

Jun Moxiao closed his eyes, pondering for a long time without speaking.

After a while, he opened them and cautiously asked, “Could it be that you are the thirteenth-generation Patriarch of the Divine Dragon Sect?”

“Yes, junior brother, you’re indeed clever.”

Luoli clapped happily.

The junior disciple was always smart, and between the two of them, it was evenly matched.

“That’s impossible! Senior sister, you must be joking with me.”

Jun Moxiao smiled bitterly, shaking his head repeatedly.

A so-called Patriarch?

The thirteenth-generation Patriarch of the Divine Dragon Sect had been dead for one hundred thousand years!

(End of Chapter)