199: Chapter 199 Ye Yun Breaks Through the Realm

Han Qingxue stepped forward half a step, standing side by side with him.

The morning wind blew in from the valley entrance, making her outer robe snap and flutter on her shoulders.

Ye Yun caught a faint, cold plum fragrance drifting from her, crisp and awe-inspiring.

He took a deep breath, pressing this scent into the deepest part of his heart.

Then his gaze crossed the blade of the burning snow sword, falling upon the old man.

No one spoke; only the morning bird calls echoed in the empty valley.

The fourth person.

The lean man standing on the far right behind the old man took a portrait out of his robes.

He unfolded it, compared it, and nodded.

"That's right, it's this kid."

The old man's gaze fell on Ye Yun, his expression as indifferent as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Offending my Tianyang Academy and killing our academy's Disciples. Since that is the case..."

His tone had no fluctuations as he waved his hand.

"Kill him."

As the words fell, three Tianyang Academy Disciples moved simultaneously.

The first on the left was a burly man holding twin hammers, his cultivation at the Half-step Martial Spirit.

The twin hammers carried a piercing whistle as they smashed down toward Ye Yun's head.

The one in the middle used a long, narrow scimitar. The blade was pitch black and eerily silent as it sliced toward Ye Yun's waist and abdomen from the side.

The lean man on the far right had the lowest cultivation, at the Great Martial Master Ninth Level, but his movement technique was the most bizarre.

He turned into a gray afterimage, darting through the gap between the two attackers.

His target wasn't Ye Yun, but the injured Han Qingxue behind him.

Ye Yun reacted almost at the same instant.

The burning snow sword swept across, its fiery red sword light clashing with the burly man's twin hammers and exploding into a sky full of sparks; the burly man was jolted back half a step.

Ye Yun used the recoil to twist and pull back his sword, the hilt smashing into the scimitar man's wrist and knocking his blade off course.

Then, instead of pursuing the two he had forced back, he lunged directly at the lean man rushing toward Han Qingxue.

"Courting death!" Seeing Ye Yun pounce, the lean man's lips curled into a cruel sneer.

He pulled a short blade from his robes that glinted with an eerie green light and stabbed straight at Ye Yun's chest.

Ye Yun leaned aside to dodge the short blade. Just as he was about to strike with the burning snow sword, the scimitar man's voice came from behind.

"Skinny Monkey, don't fight him head-on! Use that!"

Hearing this, the lean man swept his left hand across his waist and pulled out three pitch-black round beads, throwing them fiercely at Ye Yun.

They weren't hidden weapons—the three beads exploded in mid-air, turning into three clouds of pale pink mist.

They enveloped Ye Yun entirely.

Ye Yun instantly held his breath while simultaneously circulating his Pure Yang Mystic Power to protect his body.

But the mist was incredibly strange; it actually penetrated his protective mystic light and bored directly into his skin.

A strange sense of numbness and heat began to spread from the skin that touched the mist.

The circulation of Mystic Power in his Meridians suddenly slowed down by several degrees.

This mist wasn't poison, but a knockout drug—specifically a very low-class aphrodisiac targeted at male Martial Artists.

Ye Yun stumbled back half a step, his expression changing slightly.

The burly man and the scimitar man took the opportunity to attack from both sides, their hammers and scimitar blocking his retreat.

The lean man lunged at Han Qingxue again.

Han Qingxue swung her sword to meet the enemy, but the wound on her right shoulder had already torn open during the struggle.

Blood seeped out from under the bandages, and her sword speed was noticeably slower.

Ye Yun forced back the burly man and the scimitar man with a sword strike, wanting to stop the lean man, but the drug's effects had already begun to take hold.

The circulation of Mystic Power in his body became increasingly sluggish, and his sword movements were more than a beat slower than usual.

In that moment of delay, the burly man's twin hammers smashed against his burning snow sword, jolting him back three steps.

His back hit the rock wall, causing a surge of blood and Qi in his chest.

The scimitar man's blade followed closely, reaching his face.

Just then, Han Qingxue's voice came from the side.

"Junior Brother!"

Ye Yun instinctively leaned aside; the scimitar grazed his shoulder, cutting a thin bloody gash.

In the midst of the chaos, he looked back and saw the old man, who hadn't moved until now, finally take action.

He took out a pale pink round bead from his robes.

It was identical to the three the lean man had thrown earlier, but deeper in color and larger in size.

He didn't throw it at Ye Yun, but flicked it toward Han Qingxue.

Ye Yun's pupils constricted as he shouted sharply.

"Senior Sister, watch out!"

Han Qingxue was doing her best to resist the lean man's assault. Hearing Ye Yun's warning, she instinctively leaned aside.

But the pink bead was too fast and too tricky; though she avoided a direct hit, the bead exploded beside her.

The pale pink mist swallowed her whole; through the mist, she could be seen covering her nose and mouth.

But it was too late.

The mist touched the torn wound on her shoulder and seeped in.

Han Qingxue let out a muffled groan and stumbled back, her back hitting the rock wall.

Her Meridians, which hadn't fully healed, were thrown into complete chaos by the impact of the drug.

The azure longsword slipped from her hand, hitting the ground with a clang.

She reached out to support herself against the rock wall, trying to stand up again, but the strength in her body was rapidly draining away.

She couldn't even stand steadily.

Seeing this, the string in Ye Yun's mind called "reason" snapped with a pop.

He no longer suppressed the drug's effects in his body, allowing the heat to spread through his Meridians.

At the same time, the golden sea in his Dantian began to churn violently.

Pure Yang Mystic Power, like ignited oil, crashed wildly against every part of his Meridians.

The drug's power and the Pure Yang Mystic Power collided frantically within him—the drug tried to suppress him.

But the Pure Yang Mystic Power instead treated the drug's power as fuel to burn.

This terrifying power accumulated more and more in his Dantian, becoming increasingly violent, like a volcano about to erupt.

The membrane stuck between the Half-step Martial Spirit and the true Martial Spirit Realm was forcibly torn open during the Pure Yang rampage.

Golden light surged around Ye Yun.

A terrifying aura, twice as thick as before, erupted from him.

It blew the vines hanging at the cave entrance into a wild dance.

He raised the burning snow sword; the fiery red light on the blade transformed into a brilliant gold at this moment.

A sign of the full eruption of Pure Yang Mystic Power.

He took a step forward.

A cloud of golden Qi actually rose out of thin air beneath his feet, lifting him three feet off the ground, where he stood in the air.

The old man's face changed drastically, his voice cracking.

"Martial Spirit Realm! How is that possible—he had a temporary Breakthrough?!"

Ye Yun lowered his head, looking at his hands.

Golden Mystic Power flowed at his fingertips, dazzlingly bright.

The sea in his Dantian finally condensed into shape, becoming a slowly rotating golden Mystic Core.

Martial Spirit Realm, the true Martial Spirit Realm.

He raised his head, his gaze crossing the blade of the burning snow sword, falling on the old man.

Those eyes were as calm as water, yet they caused a chill like never before to crawl up the old man's back.

"Who were you just trying to kill?"

Ye Yun's voice was very light and faint, as if asking about an insignificant matter.

The old man did not answer, nor did he have time to.

Ye Yun's figure vanished from the spot—not with Flowing Cloud Steps, but true air-walking.