60: Chapter 60 Elder Yun of the Library

Life-and-Death Arena?

Ye Yun paused, slowly turned his head, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, his gaze filled with extreme contempt.

"With just you?"

Those four words fell lightly, but they were like a heavy slap to that Disciple's face.

He trembled with rage, his face ashen, yet he could only stand there rooted to the spot, unable to utter a single word.

Ye Yun didn't even bother to give the Disciple another glance, turning away while clutching the tattered ancient manual of the Setting Sun Fist.

He walked straight toward the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

Behind him, the tall, thin Disciple stared fixedly at Ye Yun's back, his teeth grinding audibly, his eyes overflowing with venomous malice as he hissed through gritted teeth.

"Ye Yun, is it! I've remembered you! Just you wait, this matter of the Life-and-Death Arena, I, Wang Peng, am not done with you!"

Ye Yun didn't pause, acting as if he hadn't heard, and went straight to the one-armed old man, respectfully handing over the tattered ancient manual with both hands.

Elder Yun looked down at the Martial Skill Ye Yun handed over.

His originally calm brow suddenly furrowed, and a clear look of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"You... actually found this thing?"

Elder Yun looked up at Ye Yun, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

"Kid, I'm warning you, although this Setting Sun Fist is an Mystic Grade Mid-tier Martial Skill, it's incomplete. Only the first three forms remain, and the subsequent techniques have long been lost. No matter how powerful it is, you won't be able to master the complete fist technique."

Ye Yun's expression was calm, his tone certain.

"This Junior is aware. Even if it is incomplete, the Foundation and power of this Martial Skill are far beyond what a Mortal Grade Martial Skill can compare to."

Elder Yun took a deep look at him and spoke again slowly, his tone solemn.

"Since you know, then let me give you another reminder. The difficulty of cultivating an Earth Grade Martial Skill is worlds apart from a Mortal Grade one; the difficulty increases manifold. Even among the veteran Disciples of the Outer Sect, very few can master one. As a newcomer who has just entered the sect, you might Cultivate for months without any progress, wasting your time for nothing."

"This Junior's mind is made up; I choose this one." Ye Yun did not hesitate in the slightest, his gaze firm.

Seeing this, Elder Yun stopped trying to persuade him and nodded slightly, a hint of softening appearing on his withered face.

"Very well, since you are so insistent, I won't make things difficult for you. You may call me Elder Yun. In the future, if you have any trouble near the Scripture Pavilion, you can mention my name."

He picked up the Identity Token, gave it a light swipe to complete the registration, then handed the Martial Skill and the token back together, adding:

"I'll give you one chance. Within three days, you can come back anytime to exchange the Martial Skill. Also, you only chose a Martial Skill; aren't you going to choose a Cultivation Technique? Newcomers have one chance to receive a Cultivation Technique for free."

Ye Yun took them with both hands and bowed.

"Thank you for your kindness, Elder Yun. This Junior already has a Cultivation Technique and does not need to receive another. This single Martial Skill is enough."

"Fair enough." Elder Yun didn't doubt him and waved his hand.

"Go then, Cultivate well."

"This Junior takes his leave."

Ye Yun bowed again, turned, and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

Outside, Zhao Hu had already been waiting at the bottom of the stone steps. Seeing Ye Yun come out, he immediately went to meet him.

His gaze fell on the dilapidated ancient manual in Ye Yun's hand, and his face instantly filled with difficulty and worry.

"Brother Ye Yun, you... you chose the Setting Sun Fist?" Zhao Hu's voice was a bit strained.

"Indeed." Ye Yun smiled.

Zhao Hu's expression became even more unsightly, and he sighed repeatedly.

"Why did you choose this Martial Skill! I've heard of it; this thing is an incomplete Earth Grade fist technique. The cultivation difficulty is extremely high. In all these years in the Outer Sect, hardly anyone has been able to produce results with it. Everyone treats it like trash and leaves it in the corner. Why did you have to pick it!"

Seeing this, Ye Yun spoke softly to comfort him.

"Senior Brother Zhao Hu, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Elder Yun has already promised me that if I can't manage to Cultivate it within three days, I can still come back and change it. There's no harm in trying first."

"Sigh..." Zhao Hu let out a heavy sigh but could only nod.

"Alright then, be careful. If it really doesn't work, we'll change it immediately. Don't force yourself."

As the two were talking, a sinister voice came from the side, filled with undisguised ridicule and insults:

"Yo, still dare to chat here? I thought you were cowering inside, too afraid to come out!"

Ye Yun and Zhao Hu turned their heads at the same time and saw the young man who had the dispute with Ye Yun in the Library Pavilion earlier, his arms crossed over his chest.

He walked over arrogantly, his eyes sweeping over Ye Yun with contempt, his mouth spewing constant profanities:

"I say, you little bastard who just entered the sect, you've got some nerve, daring to snatch what I had my eye on! You're really tired of living!"

"I'm telling you, that Setting Sun Fist was something I saw first. If you know what's good for you, kowtow and apologize to me right now, hand over the Martial Skill, and I might spare your dog life!"

Zhao Hu's face instantly darkened. He took a step forward, shielding Ye Yun, and said coldly to Wang Peng.

"Wang Peng! Ye Yun is my brother, watch your mouth! Don't go too far!"

Wang Peng's gaze fell on Zhao Hu, and his eyes flickered for a moment. His arrogant aura diminished slightly.

He clearly recognized Zhao Hu and knew he was a veteran Outer Sect Disciple who shouldn't be easily provoked, but he only restrained himself slightly and remained full of disdain.

"Zhao Hu, I advise you to mind your own business."

Wang Peng snorted coldly, his gaze turning back to Ye Yun, his tone still aggressive.

"Kid, don't think that just because Zhao Hu is protecting you, you can act lawlessly! I'll ask you one more time: do you dare to go to the Life-and-Death Arena for a duel to the death? If you don't dare, return the Martial Skill to me. Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't survive in the Luoxue Sect Outer Sect!"

Ye Yun's eyes turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Hu hurriedly pulled his sleeve and whispered urgently:

"Ye Yun, don't be impulsive! The reason Wang Peng is so arrogant in the Outer Sect isn't because of his own strength, but because he has an older brother who is an Inner Sect Disciple!"

"His cultivation has long since broken through to the Great Martial Master Level 5, and he has many connections in both the Outer and Inner Sects. We... can't afford to provoke him for now."

Hearing this, a look of realization flashed in the depths of Ye Yun's eyes.

No wonder Wang Peng, a Great Martial Artist First Level Outer Sect Disciple, dared to be so overbearing and unscrupulous; it turned out he had an older brother in the Inner Sect backing him up.

A thought flashed through his mind, and a cold smile slowly curled on Ye Yun's lips.

His gaze toward Wang Peng held no fear, but rather a bit of playfulness.

A backer?

Unfortunately, what he, Ye Yun, feared least was someone else's backer.

Seeing Ye Yun only sneering without speaking, Wang Peng's arrogance grew even further. He stepped forward, pointing at Ye Yun's nose and cursing loudly, his profanities completely undisguised:

"What? Scared silly? Don't dare to speak? I'm telling you, Ye Yun, in the Luoxue Sect Outer Sect, no one dares to snatch Wang Peng's things! A brat like you who just joined the sect dares to give me attitude? You really don't know the height of the heavens!"

"I think you just need a lesson! Today, either hand over the Setting Sun Fist and kowtow to admit your mistake, or go to the Life-and-Death Arena. I'll let you know what it means to wish you were dead!"