137: Chapter 137 Wen Yulan's Shock

It struck precisely between the two heads of the Two-Headed Wolf.

The sword light was fierce, yet it only shaved off a layer of skin and flesh, not taking its life.

The Two-Headed Wolf let out a miserable shriek, both heads tilting back simultaneously as it retreated in a sorry state.

Fresh blood dripped from the wound, staining the withered leaves on the ground red.

Two moves.

Merely two moves.

Two Vicious Beasts at the Middle Stage Peak of the Third Rank had been forced back.

Wen Yulan was completely stunned, her hand holding the longsword frozen in mid-air.

Her mouth was slightly agape, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She looked at Ye Yun's back, then at the two Yao Beasts that had been forced back, her mind going blank.

"This... how is this possible?"

Su Wan was also dumbstruck, slumped on the ground, having even forgotten her fear.

Zhou Ping, dragging his broken leg, leaned against a tree, his eyes wide, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Ye Yun ignored their shock, his footsteps shifting lightly as he took the initiative to meet the two Yao Beasts.

The burning snow sword transformed into a streak of fiery red light in his hand, overlapping sword shadows enveloping the Iron-Armored Lizard and the Two-Headed Wolf.

His movement technique was agile and elegant, allowing him to move calmly under the pincer attack of the two Vicious Beasts.

Every sword strike was perfectly timed, neither taking their lives nor giving them a chance to catch their breath.

The Iron-Armored Lizard's tail was severed, limiting its mobility.

Although its iron armor was thick, it could not block the sharpness of the burning snow sword.

The Two-Headed Wolf was fast, but every pounce was easily dodged by Ye Yun; it couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Thirty moves.

The two Yao Beasts had countless wounds added to their bodies, dripping with blood, their auras growing weaker and weaker.

Yet Ye Yun remained calm and composed, his breathing not even slightly disturbed.

Wen Yulan stood to the side, her gaze fixed intently on that black-clad figure, the sparkle in her eyes growing brighter.

She had seen many Geniuses, Inner Sect Disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and outstanding figures from other Sects.

But she had never seen anyone like this.

He was clearly several years younger than her, yet his strength was a full two Realms higher than hers.

Great Martial Master Eighth Stage, or perhaps even higher.

Such cultivation was top-tier, even within the Inner Sect of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

"Who exactly is he? A Disciple of which Sect? Luoxue Sect? Lieyang Martial Gate? Or Tianyang Academy?"

She stared at Ye Yun's profile, countless questions surging in her heart, yet she dared not interrupt.

The Iron-Armored Lizard and the Two-Headed Wolf finally realized that the human before them was not someone they could provoke.

The two Yao Beasts exchanged a glance, let out a low growl simultaneously, and turned to flee.

A cold smirk curled on Ye Yun's lips, his footsteps shifting, executing the Flowing Cloud Steps to the extreme, and he caught up in an instant.

The burning snow sword transformed into a fiery red ribbon, slashing fiercely onto the Iron-Armored Lizard's hind leg.

Sword light flashed, the Iron-Armored Lizard's hind leg snapped in response, and its massive body collapsed to the ground with a thunderous, miserable shriek.

The Two-Headed Wolf was scared out of its wits, its speed increasing by a few notches as it fled desperately into the depths of the dense forest.

Ye Yun didn't even look, raising his hand to strike; the burning snow sword flew from his hand, turning into a streak of fiery red light.

It instantly pierced through the Two-Headed Wolf's two heads.

The Two-Headed Wolf's sprinting body suddenly stiffened, its four eyes wide open.

The next second, both heads rolled off, and the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.

The Iron-Armored Lizard struggled to get up, but Ye Yun stepped on its head, pinning it down.

He looked down at it, his eyes devoid of any pity, and reversing the burning snow sword, he pierced its skull with one strike.

The Iron-Armored Lizard twitched a few times, then completely lost its breath.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Wen Yulan stared blankly at this scene, her mind a complete blank.

Those two Yao Beasts at the Middle Stage Peak of the Third Rank, terrifying existences that had decimated everything in front of her.

Under this youth's hands, they didn't even have a chance to flee.

It took less than a hundred moves in total, and he hadn't even used his full strength.

"What exactly is his cultivation? Great Martial Master Eighth Stage? Or Ninth Stage?"

Wen Yulan watched as Ye Yun sheathed his sword and took a dagger from his Storage Pouch.

He expertly sliced open the Iron-Armored Lizard's abdomen and retrieved the Yao Beast core.

He then cut off the Two-Headed Wolf's two heads and collected the valuable Materials one by one.

His movements were clean and efficient; clearly, this was not his first time doing such things.

Su Wan sat slumped on the ground, watching Ye Yun's back, muttering to herself.

"So, so powerful..."

Zhou Ping was also dumbfounded, having even forgotten the pain in his leg, simply staring blankly at the black-clad figure.

Wen Yulan took a deep breath, stood up unsteadily, and walked toward Ye Yun.

Her clothes were tattered, with damage in many places, and the fabric on her shoulder was torn open.

Revealing a large expanse of porcelain-white skin, her collarbones delicate.

Further down, those full curves were faintly visible.

She glanced down, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she couldn't bother to tidy herself up, forcing herself to walk in front of Ye Yun.

"Many thanks to Young Master for saving our lives."

Wen Yulan clasped her hands in a salute, her voice hoarse yet solemn.

"My name is Wen Yulan, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. If not for Young Master's intervention today, the few of us would likely have died here."

Ye Yun raised his head, his gaze falling upon her.

Once he looked, he couldn't look away.

Wen Yulan stood there, the sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves, casting a pale golden halo over her.

She was truly extremely beautiful—her features bright and grand.

A pair of almond eyes were filled with gratitude and curiosity at this moment.

Her eyelashes were thick and curled, her nose bridge elegant and straight, her lips a crimson red.

But what truly made Ye Yun's gaze linger was her figure.

That pale cyan martial outfit was tight-fitting to begin with.

Now damaged in many places, it outlined her figure even more vividly.

The full curves of her chest strained the fabric tight.

The neckline was torn open, revealing a deep cleavage and two mounds of snow-white soft flesh.

Rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

Her waist was slender, easily encircled by a hand, and further down was the round and perky curve of her hips.

Wrapped in the tight fabric, it traced an earth-shattering curve.

Her legs were long and straight; even stained with mud and blood, they couldn't hide those fluid lines.

Ye Yun's gaze lingered on that cleavage for a moment, a thought flashing through his heart.

"So big."

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze, feigning composure.

His expression remained calm as he said indifferently.

"It was just a small effort, no need for thanks."

Wen Yulan noticed his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Subconsciously wanting to cover the scenery on her chest, she realized her clothes were too badly damaged to cover anything.

She bit her lip and simply gave up, asking softly.

"May I ask for Young Master's honorable name? Which Sect are you a Disciple of?"

Ye Yun glanced at her without answering, simply saying indifferently.

"Go check on your companions first."

Wen Yulan was stunned, then immediately reacted, turning around to check on Su Wan and Zhou Ping.

Su Wan was only a bit frightened and had no major issues.

Zhou Ping had a broken leg and had lost too much blood, his face pale, but he was still alive.

Wen Yulan took a Medicinal Pill from her Storage Pouch and gave it to Zhou Ping to consume.

She then helped him simply bandage his wounds and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Yun crouched beside the corpses of the two Yao Beasts, collecting the Yao Beast cores, beast skins, fangs, and other valuable Materials one by one into his Storage Pouch.

Taking these back to the Luoxue Sect would exchange for quite a few contribution points, perfect for exchanging for Cultivate resources.