Chapter 34: Disciple of the Divine Dragon Sect, You Cannot Afford the Price

Chapter 34: A Disciple of the Divine Dragon Sect Is Not Someone You Can Afford to Offend

"Obscure and unknown?"

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao exchanged a glance and could not help but laugh. Ten thousand years ago, the Divine Dragon Sect was the pinnacle of the Eternal-level sects in the Cangnan Continent—a titan of an existence.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man, seeing the pair of youths, suddenly wore a peculiar smile. Displeased, he said flatly, "Little children, let me tell you the truth: I hail from the Qitian Sword Sect, one of the three great powers of the Divine Wind Dynasty. We are a major sect!"

A major sect? Upon hearing this, Jun Moxiao could not hold back a low chuckle.

"My apologies, Senior, but we have no intention of joining any sect. We appreciate your kindness, but we must decline," Luo Li said, forcing back her laughter as she cupped her hands in a polite refusal.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale with anger. He had not expected these two youths to be so stubborn. It was truly as the saying went: harsh lands breed difficult people. However, these two were rare geniuses; it would be a pity to let them go.

"You are still young and do not yet understand the world outside. Why not accompany me back to the Divine Wind Dynasty to see what a truly great sect looks like?" The man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression radiating an unquestionable, sacred authority.

Luo Li frowned slightly. Was this expert in the Divine Bridge Realm really trying to force them? She shook her head. "Senior, to each their own. Please, do not force the issue."

A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes. These two brats were so ungrateful; they truly did not know what was good for them. "You will accompany me whether you like it or not!" he sneered, suddenly reaching out a large hand to seize them.

Suddenly, the hand froze in mid-air as if pierced by a nail. A surge of unimaginable, sharp pain forced him to pull his hand back instantly. A voice, indifferent and majestic, echoed throughout the area.

"A disciple of my Divine Dragon Sect is not someone your Qitian Sword Sect can afford to offend."

"Who goes there?" The middle-aged man was shocked, turning around to look behind him.

A young man in white robes was walking slowly through the doorway. He was elegant and refined, with deep, soulful eyes and flowing black hair that made him look like an immortal descended from a painting. Strangely, despite the man’s own cultivation, he could not sense a shred of power from this youth; he appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary mortal.

"Ancestor!" Seeing him appear, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were overjoyed and bowed respectfully. Ye Yun gently waved his hand, lifting them up.

He stepped between the three of them, looking at the middle-aged man in the Divine Bridge Realm, and said with a calm smile, "Is the Qitian Sword Sect planning to be wiped off the map of the Divine Wind Dynasty?"

The middle-aged man stumbled back, his heart in turmoil. He felt an indescribable, overwhelming terror radiating from the man’s eyes. He had encountered a supreme hermit! This person’s cultivation far surpassed his own; he could not even perceive the depth of it.

"Senior, I was only joking. Please, do not take it to heart," the man said, his face full of panic as he cupped his hands in a display of profound reverence.

"Words have consequences. It is too late." Ye Yun smiled and flicked a wisp of clear energy. The middle-aged man, paralyzed with fear, stood motionless. As soon as the energy touched him, he vanished into a wisp of blue smoke. The giant white crane he rode met the same fate.

After disposing of the man and his beast, Ye Yun shook his head slightly. "What is a Qitian Sword Sect? A mere major sect, and they dare to act presumptuously before my Divine Dragon Sect!"

Jun Moxiao stared at the Ancestor, frozen like a statue. It was the first time he had seen the Ancestor truly strike. A single wisp of energy had turned a Divine Bridge Realm expert into dust. This True God Realm expert was truly terrifying!

"You have both made a breakthrough, rising two levels. Not bad!" Ye Yun scanned them and smiled.

"Thank you, Ancestor, for your grace!" Luo Li and Jun Moxiao knelt, filled with gratitude. Without the Ancestor’s black carriage, they would never have succeeded so smoothly. To break through two minor realms in a single battle was an astonishing record that had never been seen in the Guyue Dynasty.

"Have you collected the resources?" Ye Yun asked.

"All done, Ancestor. We are ready to depart," Luo Li said, standing up with a smile.

"Go into the carriage. I have prepared medicinal baths for you!" With a wave of his sleeve, a gentle breeze swept through the area. The surrounding corpses and the buildings of the Blood Garment Sect’s branch vanished into thin blue smoke, leaving the area completely empty.

Jun Moxiao swallowed hard. What kind of divine power was this? The entire branch had evaporated from Gulyun City in a single breeze. As the wind continued to sweep outward, the people nearby suddenly looked dazed, as if something had changed within them. In the blink of an eye, the two youths found themselves transported to a main road outside the city.

"Leave no trace," Ye Yun said with a casual smile, having erased the memories of everyone in the city. Seeing them still dazed, he flicked his finger, and they vanished, reappearing inside a private room containing a large wooden barrel filled with steaming, fragrant water.

The two were stunned to sense the aura of Ancestral Dragon essence blood within the water.

"You suffered injuries in today's battle. Soak in this, sleep, and recover."

"Ancestor, is there really Ancestral Dragon essence blood in here?" Luo Li asked, her voice trembling.

"Your cultivation is still shallow, so I used less than a drop, divided between two barrels. There are also hundreds of rare treasures infused within. Absorb them well; it will lay the foundation for your future cultivation," Ye Yun explained.

Luo Li was overwhelmed. She shed her robe and climbed into the barrel. A massive surge of life energy rushed through her pores, and she couldn't help but moan in comfort. Her mana was recovering rapidly, and her wounds were knitting together. Jun Moxiao followed suit. Knowing this was a heaven-sent opportunity, they sat cross-legged and silently circulated their cultivation techniques.

The black carriage moved along the main road, driverless. Inside, Ye Yun sat in silence. The carriage was a magical artifact that contained multiple internal spaces, though he kept them hidden.

Three days later, powerful auras erupted from the two internal spaces simultaneously. Jun Moxiao had broken through to the seventh level of the Spirit Sculpting Realm, and Luo Li had reached the fourth level. Both had advanced!