101: Chapter 101 The Shock of the Outer Disciples

Ye Yun did not spare them another glance; he turned and rushed toward Wang Yuyan, lifting her up gently.

Wang Yuyan's face was as pale as paper, and blood continuously spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Her chest rose and fell weakly, and she was on the verge of death.

"Yuyan! Yuyan!"

Ye Yun's voice trembled as he called her name, his hands shaking.

Wang Yuyan struggled to open her eyes, looking at him, and managed to force a smile at the corners of her mouth, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"You, are okay. That's good..."

Before she could finish, she closed her eyes and fell completely unconscious.

Ye Yun's heart contracted violently, and he hurriedly reached out to check her injuries.

Those two palms had landed solidly on her back, shattering three ribs and severely damaging her internal organs.

If her cultivation had not reached the Great Martial Artist First Level, she would have already perished.

[No, I cannot let her die...]

Ye Yun suddenly remembered something and hurriedly rummaged through his Storage Pouch, pulling out a jade bottle.

It was the bottle of Yellow-grade Superior Healing Medicinal Pill that Mu Wanyao had given him.

He poured out a Medicinal Pill; the pill was entirely pearlescent white, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

Ye Yun gently placed Wang Yuyan on the hay and pried open her mouth.

He fed her the Medicinal Pill, then channeled a wisp of Mystic Power to help her dissolve the medicinal properties.

The Medicinal Pill melted upon entering her mouth, and the warm medicinal power flowed down her throat into her body.

It rapidly nourished her damaged internal organs and Meridians.

Wang Yuyan's complexion regained a hint of color at a visible speed, and her breathing became much steadier.

Ye Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and panted heavily.

His own wounds burst open again, and blood seeped out.

But he could no longer care about that; he just held Wang Yuyan's hand tightly, guarding her side.

[Yuyan, you blocked those two palms for me; this debt of gratitude, I, Ye Yun, will remember for a lifetime.]

Outside the cave, the moonlight remained cold and clear.

Inside the cave, two corpses lay in a pool of blood, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Ye Yun sat beside Wang Yuyan, his gaze falling on her pale face, his eyes filled with heartache and lingering fear.

After a long while, Wang Yuyan's eyelashes fluttered gently, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Ye Yun and realizing she was still alive, her eyes instantly turned red.

"Ye Yun..."

Ye Yun hurriedly leaned over, gently helped her up, held her in his arms, and asked softly.

"How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head, leaning against his chest, and said softly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Your Medicinal Pill... saved me."

Ye Yun hugged her tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and solemn.

"In the future, you are not allowed to do this again. You are not allowed to block blades or palms for me, do you hear me?"

Wang Yuyan looked up at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and stubbornness.

"What about you? You have risked your life for me so many times; what is wrong with me blocking one for you?"

Ye Yun looked at her, momentarily unable to speak.

Wang Yuyan smiled, reached out to touch his blood-stained face, and said softly.

"Ye Yun, I am willing. For you, I am willing to do anything."

Ye Yun's heart trembled; he lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

The moonlight fell quietly, casting a gentle silver glow over the embracing pair.

The smell of blood in the cave gradually dissipated.

Only two hearts remained, tightly intertwined, drawing ever closer in the night.

The next day.

Ye Yun carried Wang Yuyan out of Black Wind Ridge and stepped into the mission delivery area on the outskirts of the Luoxue Sect.

The delivery area was a three-story bluestone pavilion with flying eaves and arched roofs, ancient and solemn.

A long queue had already formed in front of the door.

Dozens of Outer Sect Disciples were waiting to turn in missions and exchange for contribution points, the noise of the crowd loud and bustling.

When Ye Yun walked over carrying Wang Yuyan, the crowd instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze fell squarely on him.

Ye Yun was covered in blood, his robes tattered, and his entire body exuded a thick aura of blood and Evil Qi.

It was the aura left behind after experiencing life-and-death battles, so thick it was almost impossible to dissipate.

It made those nearby involuntarily hold their breath.

Although Wang Yuyan, whom he held in his arms, had already taken the Medicinal Pill.

Her complexion remained pale, and she leaned weakly against his chest, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.

"Move aside."

Ye Yun spoke calmly; his voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

The queueing crowd subconsciously made way, and no one dared to speak up to stop him.

They did not even dare to make eye contact with him.

Those old Disciples who were usually arrogant now lowered their heads one after another, stepping aside to make way.

Ye Yun carried Wang Yuyan straight to the delivery window.

He poured out the harvest from this mission from his Storage Pouch.

"Clatter—"

The ears of the Yao Beasts poured out like a small mountain, filling the entire delivery counter.

Over three hundred pairs of Grade 1 Yao Beast ears, over two hundred pairs of Grade 2 Yao Beast ears, and nearly fifty pairs of Grade 3 Yao Beast ears.

Each pair of ears emitted a varying intensity of Demonic Qi, piled together.

Forming a heart-palpitating pressure.

The Disciple in charge of registration had a trembling hand, and his brush almost fell.

He stared wide-eyed at the mountain of Yao Beast ears, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

It took him a long while to find his voice, though it had already changed pitch.

"These... did you kill all these by yourself?"

Ye Yun nodded, his expression calm.

"Please register them."

The Disciple swallowed hard and hurriedly buried his head to count, his fingers trembling slightly.

The surrounding Outer Sect Disciples completely exploded, with discussions rising one after another, impossible to suppress.

"My god! Over three hundred pairs of Grade 1 Yao Beasts, over two hundred pairs of Grade 2, and nearly fifty pairs of Grade 3!"

"How many Yao Beasts does one have to kill to accumulate this much? Did he wipe out the Yao Beast nest in Black Wind Ridge?"

"What exactly is Ye Yun's cultivation? This is too Heaven-Defying!"

"I heard he fought a beast tide alone in Black Wind Ridge, killing countless Yao Beasts. I thought it was bragging, but it turns out it's true!"

"Look at that blood and Evil Qi on him; is that something one can fake? It was definitely earned through real combat!"

The Disciple finished counting and reported the numbers with a trembling voice.

"Three hundred and forty-seven pairs of Grade 1 Yao Beasts, two hundred and twenty-three pairs of Grade 2 Yao Beasts, forty-seven pairs of Grade 3 Yao Beasts. Total contribution points... sixteen thousand two hundred!"

Once this number was announced, the whole place fell into dead silence.

Sixteen thousand two hundred contribution points is enough to exchange for a Profound-grade Low Grade Cultivation Technique.

Enough to exchange for a whole year's worth of Cultivation resources.

Enough to make any Outer Sect Disciple instantly become the richest person in the Outer Sect.

For a normal Outer Sect Disciple to complete a rookie mission.

Getting a few hundred contribution points would already be a stroke of great luck.

This single haul of Ye Yun's was worth the sum of others' dozens of missions.

Ye Yun only nodded calmly, his expression without the slightest fluctuation.

He transferred half of the contribution points to Wang Yuyan's token, keeping the other half for himself.

Eight thousand one hundred points, enough for Wang Yuyan to not have to worry about resources for a long time to come.

He put away his token, picked up Wang Yuyan, and turned to leave the delivery area.

Leaving behind a floor full of dropped jaws and a room filled with dead silence.