118: Chapter 118 The Last Chance

"If Senior Sister has nothing else, I'll head back first. I'll give my all in The Great Competition in two days."

Mu Wanyao nodded and said softly.

"Alright, you go ahead."

Ye Yun turned to leave. After a few steps, he suddenly heard Mu Wanyao's voice from behind.

"Ye Yun!"

He turned back and saw Mu Wanyao standing at the courtyard gate, the sunlight spilling over her, coating her in a soft halo.

She looked at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said softly.

"Take care."

Ye Yun smiled, nodded, and turned to stride away.

Mu Wanyao stood at the courtyard gate, watching his figure disappear into the depths of the bamboo forest, her hand gently pressing against her chest.

Feeling her heart thumping, her cheeks reddened again.

[What's wrong with me...]

A breeze brushed past, the bamboo leaves rustled, and a faint scent of the hot spring still lingered in the air.

Along with a trace of an indescribable flutter.

...

Ye Yun returned to his dormitory, sat cross-legged on his bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't start to Cultivate immediately, but instead quietly recalled the experiences of the past two days.

The slaughter in the Fengyun Mountains, the surprise attack by the three black-clad assassins, and Murong Qingyue's tear-filled eyes.

Each image flashed through his mind, finally settling on Murong Yun's sinister face.

[Murong Yun, you really are persistent. Sending two from Black Wind Ridge wasn't enough, so you sent three this time. Quite a grand gesture.]

A cold killing intent flashed in the depths of Ye Yun's eyes, which he then suppressed.

[You'll definitely make a move during the Outer Sect Grand Competition in two days. I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.]

He took a deep breath, discarded all distracting thoughts, circulated the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture, and began to Cultivate.

Mystic Power flowed slowly through his Meridians, like a gentle stream, washing through his entire body over and over again.

Although the Outer Sect Grand Competition no longer posed a threat to him.

Ye Yun knew very well that in this world, only powerful strength was the foundation for survival.

Murong Yun could send assassins time and again simply because he relied on his cultivation and background.

Once he broke through to Great Martial Master Eighth Stage, Ninth Stage, or even the Martial Spirit Realm, it wasn't certain who would kill whom.

The dormitory fell silent, with only the sound of long, steady breathing remaining.

...m

Inner Sect, inside Murong Yun's private courtyard.

Bang!

Another expensive blue and white porcelain vase was smashed to pieces, shards flying everywhere.

Murong Yun stood in the courtyard, his face ashen, a malevolent aura surging around him.

The aura of a Great Martial Master Eighth Stage vented wildly, crushing the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

"Trash! All of you are trash!"

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

"Three Great Martial Masters of the sixth and seventh stages, against a newcomer who just entered the Sect, and they were completely wiped out! Not even one could return alive!"

Lin Xiao stood in the corner, head bowed, not daring to even breathe loudly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He wished he could shrink into a crack in the wall, fearing that Murong Yun's anger would burn him.

After venting for a while, Murong Yun finally calmed down slightly and turned to look at Lin Xiao.

His sinister eyes stared at him like a venomous snake.

"Lin Xiao."

His voice was as cold as ice from the nine hells.

"I'll give you one last chance. You must kill Ye Yun during the Outer Sect Grand Competition in two days."

Lin Xiao trembled, his face turning pale instantly as he hurriedly said.

"Brother Yun, it's not that I'm not trying my best, but that kid Ye Yun is just too bizarre! His cultivation speed is ridiculously fast; he's at least at the Great Martial Master Sixth Level now, I..."

"I'm only a Great Martial Master Level 3, I'm simply not his match! And the Sect competition has rules, you can't use lethal moves, even if I wanted to kill him..."

Murong Yun sneered, interrupting him.

"Of course I don't expect a piece of trash like you to kill him with your own ability."

He took two items from his robes and tossed them to Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao scrambled to catch them. Looking down, his pupils dilated, his face full of shock.

It was a blood-red Medicinal Pill and a thin needle glinting with a faint blue, cold light.

The pill emitted an eerie aura; it was indeed a blood burst pill. Taking it could forcefully boost one's cultivation, but the price was immense.

And that thin needle was clearly a hidden weapon coated in deadly poison, killing upon contact with blood.

"The blood burst pill will allow your cultivation to skyrocket for a short time, reaching at least the Great Martial Master Level 5 or higher."

Murong Yun said coldly.

"This needle is coated with Seven-Step Intestine-Severing Powder. As long as it breaks the skin even a little, he will surely die within three breaths. During The Great Competition, take him by surprise and take his life with one needle."

Lin Xiao's hands trembled as he looked at the two items, a struggle flashing in his eyes.

This was killing someone in public during the Sect competition; if he were discovered...

Murong Yun seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered.

"As long as you kill him, I'll have a way to protect you. My father is an Inner Sect Elder, and my grandfather is the Grand Elder. Who in the Sect would dare move against my people? But if you don't do it..."

He paused, killing intent flickering in his eyes as he said word by word.

"You will die right here today."

Lin Xiao shook violently and fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Brother Yun, spare my life! Brother Yun, spare my life! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Murong Yun then nodded in satisfaction.

Just as he was about to speak, a crisp and cheerful voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother! I'm back!"

Murong Yun's expression changed, the sinister look and killing intent in his eyes instantly vanishing.

A trace of doting smile actually appeared on his face.

He waved his hand, signaling Lin Xiao to get lost.

Lin Xiao, as if granted a grand amnesty, hurriedly put away the two items and scrambled out through the side door.

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and a slender figure ran in happily.

Murong Qingyue was wearing a light blue long dress, her black hair tied in a simple bun.

A bright smile was on her face, like a flower blooming in spring.

She ran to Murong Yun, grabbed his arm, and shook it coquettishly.

"Brother, I'm back! Did you miss me?"

Murong Yun looked at her, the sinister look completely gone, replaced only by pure doting.

He reached out and gently rubbed her hair, his tone carrying a bit of helplessness and reproach.

"Where did you go running off to again? Do you know how dangerous it is outside? If something happened, how would I explain it to Mother? How would I explain it to Grandfather?"

Murong Qingyue stuck out her tongue, her eyes darting around as she smiled.

"I just walked around the vicinity of the Sect, what could happen? Brother, you're too tense."

Of course, she wouldn't say she had secretly run off to the Fengyun Mountains and almost had a major accident.

That matter, she planned to keep buried in her heart and tell no one.

Murong Yun sighed, unable to do anything about her, and could only urge.

"From now on, you must take guards with you when you go out, do you hear me?"

"Got it, got it."

Murong Qingyue replied perfunctorily, then her eyes lit up, and she shook his arm even more excitedly.

"Brother, isn't the Outer Sect Grand Competition the day after tomorrow? I want to go watch!"

Murong Yun frowned, his face full of disdain.

"What's there to see in the Outer Sect Grand Competition? A bunch of trash fighting each other, they can't even take a single hit."