103: Chapter 103 Two Women Arrive

Seeing him accept it, a faint smile played on Mu Wanyao's lips.

It was like an orchid blooming in spring, gentle and moving.

Zhao Xinyue leaned in, her large eyes blinking as she teased.

"Ooh, Sister Wanyao, this Medicinal Pill is your treasured possession. Usually, you won't even give it to me, so how come you're delivering it to the door the moment you see Junior Brother Ye Yun? Do you have some ulterior motive?"

Mu Wanyao's cheeks instantly flushed red. She reached out and lightly tapped Zhao Xinyue's forehead, saying in embarrassed annoyance,

"Don't talk nonsense! I... I'm just concerned about Junior Brother."

"Concerned?"

Zhao Xinyue covered her mouth and giggled.

"Then why aren't you concerned about me? I'm injured too! Look, look, my finger was cut by paper, it hurts so much~"

She held out her fair finger and waved it in front of Mu Wanyao; there wasn't even a red mark on it.

Mu Wanyao was both embarrassed and annoyed by her teasing, but she could do nothing about it. She could only turn her face away, not daring to look at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun watched the two of them playing around, his eyes full of amusement.

It had to be said that these two Senior Sisters were truly beauties beyond compare.

Zhao Xinyue was cute and adorable, yet her figure was shockingly hot.

That youthful face paired with such full curves created a massive sense of contrast that made it hard not to take a few extra glances.

Mu Wanyao was as gentle as water, with a slender figure and an aura like an orchid.

Every frown and smile exuded a reassuring tenderness, as if she could soothe all fatigue and pain.

[If these two could...]

The moment this thought surfaced in Ye Yun's mind, he quickly suppressed it and shook his head inwardly.

[What am I thinking? They treat me sincerely; I can't go too far.]

Once Zhao Xinyue had her fill of fun, she pulled Mu Wanyao back down to sit and said seriously,

"Alright, alright, no more playing. Junior Brother Ye Yun, we came this time not just to see you, but also to tell you something."

Ye Yun's expression turned serious. "Please speak, Senior Sister."

"That villain Murong Yun has been causing trouble again lately."

Zhao Xinyue knit her small brows.

"He's been spreading word everywhere that he's going to cripple you at the Outer Sect Grand Competition. Although the competition has rules against lethal force, he will definitely find a way to exploit a loophole. You must be careful."

Mu Wanyao also nodded, her gentle eyes full of worry.

"Murong Yun is a sinister and obsessive man who seeks revenge for the smallest grievance. You killed two of his henchmen; he will never let it go. During the Grand Competition, he will certainly arrange for people to deal with you, and might even bribe the referees. You must be extra guarded."

Upon hearing this, a flash of coldness appeared in Ye Yun's eyes, which then turned into a nonchalant smile.

"Thank you for the warning, Senior Sisters. I know what to do. If Murong Yun wants to cripple me, we'll see if he has the ability."

Seeing his confident and calm demeanor, Zhao Xinyue's eyes brightened again, and she clapped her hands.

"I knew Junior Brother Ye Yun was the best! When the time comes, you must teach those villains a harsh lesson and let them know how powerful you are!"

Mu Wanyao also nodded gently, her eyes filled with trust and support.

The three of them chatted for a while longer before Zhao Xinyue and Mu Wanyao rose to take their leave.

As they were leaving, Mu Wanyao looked back at Ye Yun.

A trace of hard-to-detect emotion was hidden in her gentle eyes as she said softly,

"Junior Brother, take care."

Ye Yun nodded and watched them leave, only withdrawing his gaze once their figures disappeared from sight.

[Murong Yun... if you want to play, I'll play with you to the end.]

...

Meanwhile, deep within the Inner Sect, inside Murong Yun's private courtyard.

*Crash!*

An exquisite blue and white porcelain vase was smashed hard against the ground, shards flying everywhere.

Murong Yun stood in the courtyard, his face ashen and his eyes bloodshot, a violent aura surging around him.

His Great Martial Master Eighth Stage aura vented wildly, forcing the flowers and grass in the courtyard to bend low.

Several stalks of precious spirit flowers snapped outright.

"Useless! Two useless fools!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with malice and rage.

"Two Great Martial Master Level 5s working together, plus a Blood Slaughter Pill to trigger a beast tide, and yet Ye Yun still came back alive!"

Li Qiang and Zhao Lei had not returned.

Murong Yun knew better than anyone what that meant.

The two henchmen he sent out were dead.

They died in Black Wind Ridge, at the hands of that Outer Sect newcomer he hadn't even spared a glance for.

Two Great Martial Master Level 5s against a newcomer who just joined the Sect.

They were actually wiped out, with not even one able to escape back.

"Ye Yun... Ye Yun!"

Murong Yun spat out the name word by word, wishing he could chew it to pieces.

"You killed Wang Peng, you killed Li Qiang and Zhao Lei, and you even dared to make Wanyao look at you differently... You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

He punched the stone table beside him, and it shattered with a boom, stone fragments flying.

Blood seeped from his fist, but he could no longer feel the pain.

His heart was filled with a killing intent and humiliation so thick it could not be dissolved.

Since he was young, Murong Yun had everything he wanted.

No one ever dared to defy him, and no one ever dared to touch his people.

He was a direct descendant of the Murong Family; his father was an influential Inner Sect Elder, and his grandfather was the Sect's Grand Elder.

In this Luoxue Sect, he could walk sideways and no one would dare say a word of protest.

Yet this Ye Yun, a lowly Outer Sect Disciple from a remote small city,

had repeatedly challenged his bottom line and trampled on his dignity.

Killing his people, stealing his spotlight, and even making Mu Wanyao look at him with favor.

"Brother Yun, please calm your anger."

A figure hurried into the courtyard; it was Lin Xiao.

He bowed and looked at Murong Yun cautiously, whispering,

"That kid Ye Yun is indeed strange; even Li Qiang and Zhao Lei failed together. We need to plan this carefully."

Murong Yun turned his head sharply, his sinister gaze locking onto him, his voice as cold as ice from the nine hells.

"Plan carefully? You want me to endure? You want me to wait?"

Cold sweat broke out on Lin Xiao's forehead, soaking his back. He hurriedly said,

"Brother Yun, that's not what I meant. The Outer Sect Grand Competition is only a few days away; there will be plenty of opportunities then. I've already made arrangements. As long as Ye Yun enters the finals, someone will naturally send him on his way."

"That person is at the Great Martial Master Sixth Level Peak and has been hiding in the Outer Sect for years just to make a name for himself in this competition. With him taking action, Ye Yun will surely die!"

Murong Yun took a deep breath, suppressing his surging killing intent, the gloom in his eyes deepening.

He spoke coldly, each word like a poisoned blade, exceptionally piercing in the night.

"At the Outer Sect Grand Competition, I want Ye Yun dead. Not defeated, but dead. No matter what means are used, no matter the cost, I want him dead."

Lin Xiao bowed in acceptance, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Rest assured, Brother Yun. This time, he won't be able to escape even if he had wings."

Outside the courtyard, the setting sun cast Murong Yun's shadow long and dark.

Like a hideous beast crouching on the ground.

He stared in the direction of the Outer Sect, a cruel and twisted smile appearing on his lips.

[Ye Yun, you think you won because you came back alive? You think everything is fine just because you killed two of my henchmen? Just wait. At the Outer Sect Grand Competition, I will let you see with your own eyes what despair looks like.]

The night deepened, shrouding the entire Luoxue Sect in darkness.

And the upcoming Outer Sect Grand Competition was destined to be anything but peaceful.