109: Chapter 109 Entering the Wind and Cloud Mountains!

Outside the window, the setting sun cast its rays, dyeing the dormitory in a warm golden hue.

Ye Yun stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant rolling mountain shadows, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

[Fengyun Mountains... Perfect, I also want to test just how strong the power of a Great Martial Master Seventh Level really is.]

...

Early the next morning, the horizon had just begun to turn white like a fish's belly.

Two figures quietly left the Luoxue Sect mountain gate.

Ye Yun wore a cyan robe, his posture upright, with the burning snow sword hanging at his waist; his aura was restrained, making his depth impossible to discern.

Zhao Hu followed by his side, carrying a bulging pack on his back.

His face held a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He looked back from time to time, for fear of being discovered.

"Brother Ye Yun, we're leaving so early; no one should notice, right?"

Zhao Hu asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of guilt, as if he were a thief.

Ye Yun smiled and did not stop his pace.

"Don't worry, the Disciples guarding the mountain gate haven't changed shifts yet at this hour; no one will pay attention to us. Besides, it's common for Outer Sect Disciples to leave the Sect to accept missions; it doesn't matter even if we are seen."

Zhao Hu then let out a sigh of relief, scratched his head, and smiled honestly.

"True, I was just too nervous. Mainly because I asked for your help this time; if Murong Yun's people found out, I'm afraid it would cause more trouble for you."

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yun's eyes, which then turned into indifference.

"If Murong Yun wants to find trouble with me, he will do so even without your matter. Don't take it to heart."

As the two spoke, they had already walked an unknown distance.

The morning breeze blew across the mountain path, bringing the fragrance of plants and trees, while the distant rolling mountain shadows were faintly visible in the light mist.

It was precisely their destination—the Fengyun Mountains.

Meanwhile, in Murong Yun's courtyard within the Inner Sect.

A figure entered in a hurry; it was Lin Xiao.

He bowed in greeting, his face carrying a hint of excitement and cruelty.

"Brother Yun, there's news. Ye Yun left the Sect this morning, and looking at the direction, he should be heading toward the Fengyun Mountains."

Murong Yun had been leaning against a soft couch, but upon hearing this, he abruptly sat up.

A cold, sinister light erupted from his narrow eyes.

A cruel smile slowly curled at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was filled with irrepressible killing intent.

"Fengyun Mountains? Good, very good. He didn't take the path to heaven, but instead barged into Hell when there was no door."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant rolling mountain shadows, saying word by word.

"In the Sect, there are rules protecting him, and I can't touch him. But once he's out of the Sect, he's just an ant; I can crush him however I want."

Lin Xiao quickly stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"Brother Yun, who should we send this time?"

Murong Yun turned around, his gaze falling on Lin Xiao, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He walked to the desk, took out a piece of stationery, wrote down a few names, and handed it to Lin Xiao.

"Go notify these three and have them set off immediately to the Fengyun Mountains to hunt down Ye Yun. Remember, I want to see him if he's alive, or his body if he's dead."

Lin Xiao took the stationery, looked down, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Three names were written on it, each of which held considerable weight in the Inner Sect.

Zhao Lie, Great Martial Master Sixth Level Peak, specialized in close-quarters combat.

Sun Han, Great Martial Master Sixth Level Middle Stage, proficient in hidden weapons and concealment.

Zhou Yuan, Great Martial Master Seventh Level Early Stage, whose Black Iron Heavy Sword possessed startling power.

The three of them working together were enough to crush any Martial Artist below the Great Martial Master Seventh Level.

No matter how strong Ye Yun was, he was just a newcomer who had just achieved a Breakthrough; facing these three, he would surely die.

Lin Xiao felt greatly reassured and quickly bowed.

"Don't worry, Brother Yun, I'll see to it immediately. This time, Ye Yun won't be able to escape even if he had wings."

Murong Yun waved his hand, and Lin Xiao withdrew.

He turned to look out the window, his eyes full of resentment and triumph, the smile on his face becoming increasingly distorted.

[Ye Yun, did you think you won just because you escaped Black Wind Ridge? This time, I'll have you die in the Fengyun Mountains, without even a corpse left.]

...

A day later, at the entrance of the Fengyun Mountains.

The rolling mountain range was like a crouching Dragon, spanning between heaven and earth.

The mountain Peaks towered into the clouds, shrouded in mist, with dense forests where the roars of Yao Beasts could be heard faintly from deep within.

At the foot of the mountain stood a mottled stone tablet.

On it were carved the four large characters "Fengyun Mountains," the handwriting somewhat blurred from wind and rain erosion.

Ye Yun and Zhao Hu stood before the stone tablet, gazing deep into the mountain range.

Zhao Hu took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn as he introduced the place to Ye Yun:

"Brother Ye Yun, these Fengyun Mountains are much more dangerous than Black Wind Ridge. Black Wind Ridge is a place specifically for newcomers from the Sect to train, where the highest Yao Beast Rank is only Rank Three Late Stage."

"But these Fengyun Mountains are different; this is a truly wild mountain range, with Yao Beasts of every Rank inside."

He paused and continued in a low voice.

"The outskirts are fine, generally only Rank Two and Rank Three Yao Beasts, which can be handled with care. But if we go deep into the interior of the mountains, it's said that Rank Four Yao Beasts appear."

"Those are terrifying existences equivalent to the human Martial Spirit Realm; even the Elders of our Luoxue Sect are only at that level. If we encounter one of that Rank, with our current cultivation, we won't even have a chance to escape."

Hearing this, Ye Yun's pupils shrank slightly.

The Martial Spirit Realm was a Realm he could not yet reach.

Above the Great Martial Master was the Martial Spirit; that was an entirely new level.

Mystic Power transforming into spirits, with methods reaching the profound, it was worlds apart from the Martial Master Realm.

Most of the Inner Sect Elders of the Luoxue Sect were at this Realm.

Ye Yun nodded, keeping this information in mind.

"I understand. We'll stay in the outskirts and not go deep."

Zhao Hu sighed in relief, then remembered something and continued.

"There's one more thing to be careful of. Besides Yao Beasts, there are also human Martial Artists in these Fengyun Mountains. People from the other three great Sects occasionally come here to train, though with our luck, we probably won't run into them."

"The most troublesome ones are those Loose Cultivators and Mercenary Groups; those people have no rules and often kill and rob for treasures. We're wearing Luoxue Sect attire, so most people won't dare mess with us, but there's no guarantee there won't be someone audacious."

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yun's eyes, and a faint curve appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry. If they don't come to provoke us, fine; but if they dare, I'll let them know that people from the Luoxue Sect are not to be trifled with."

Seeing his calm and confident manner, Zhao Hu felt a sense of peace.

With Ye Yun there, he feared nothing.

The two spoke no more and stepped into the Fengyun Mountains.

In the outskirts of the mountain range, the trees were dense.

Sunlight was sliced into fine spots of light by layers of branches and leaves, scattering on the ground covered with withered leaves.

Ye Yun and Zhao Hu moved through the forest, their footsteps light as they scanned the surroundings alertly.

Along the way, they encountered many human Martial Artists, mostly dressed as Loose Cultivators in groups of three to five.

Some were hunting Yao Beasts, while others were gathering Spiritual Plants.

When they saw the Luoxue Sect attire on Ye Yun and Zhao Hu, a hint of wariness flashed in their eyes, and they avoided them one after another, not daring to approach.

Occasionally, a few bold ones would only size them up from a distance before hurrying away.