85: Chapter 85 Hidden Crisis

"Consider yourself lucky; I'll spare your life for today."

He turned his head to look at Mu Wanyao, his tone filled with a possessiveness so paranoid it bordered on insanity:

"Wanyao, you are mine. From beginning to end, you are mine. No one can take you away, so don't let a nobody like this cloud your eyes."

Having finished, he looked at Ye Yun again, enunciating every word, cold and piercing like an ice blade:

"Never covet things that don't belong to you. If I see you come within half a step of Wanyao again, I don't care about any Sect rules; I will make you wish you were dead."

Once the words fell, Murong Yun flicked his sleeves violently, taking Li Qiang and Zhao Lei with him as he left in a fury.

His footsteps thundered on the bluestone slabs, the aura of violence trailing him causing surrounding Disciples to scatter in fear.

...

The disturbance subsided temporarily. Mu Wanyao turned around to look at Ye Yun, her face full of guilt.

Her gentle eyes reddened slightly, and her voice was soft, carrying deep apologies:

"Junior Brother Ye Yun, I am sorry. It is all my fault. If I hadn't been impulsive and come over to speak with you, you wouldn't have been targeted by Murong Yun."

"He has a paranoid nature, ruthless methods, and a monstrous background. From now on, he will definitely find ways to cause trouble for you. It is I who brought this disaster upon you."

Ye Yun waved his hand, a relaxed smile on his face, completely unbothered.

"Senior Sister Wanyao, there is no need to feel guilty. A person like Murong Yun is naturally arrogant and looks down on everyone. Even without today's events, he would have found another excuse to cause trouble if he didn't like me. I, Ye Yun, have never feared such unprovoked provocation."

Zhao Xinyue widened her eyes, looking at Ye Yun with a face full of admiration, her small face flushed red:

"Ye Yun, you are too brave! Murong Yun is so fierce and scary, yet you aren't afraid at all and even dared to stand up to him! I admire you so much!"

Watching Ye Yun's nonchalant expression, Mu Wanyao's heart stirred slightly, her gaze trembling.

[He is clearly just an Outer Sect Disciple who just joined the Sect, and his cultivation is only at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level. Yet, facing Murong Yun, who is at the top of the Inner Sect, he can be so calm and open.]

[This courage and bearing are far superior to those sycophantic and cowardly Disciples in the Inner Sect. Now, even if I wanted to distance myself from him, it is impossible. Murong Yun's possessiveness is so strong; he will definitely treat him as his greatest eyesore.]

Thinking of this, Mu Wanyao spoke softly, her tone incomparably firm, without a shred of hesitation:

"Junior Brother Ye Yun, in the future, if you encounter difficulties from Murong Yun or any trouble you cannot resolve in the Sect, just come to the Inner Sect to find me. I will do everything in my power to protect you."

Ye Yun felt a warmth in his heart and bowed to the two women, his tone sincere:

"Many thanks, Senior Sister Wanyao, and many thanks, Senior Sister Xinyue. I will remember today's events."

Zhao Xinyue waved her hand with a smile, pulling Mu Wanyao's arm:

"You are welcome! We are leaving now; I will come find you to play later!"

The two turned and left. Mu Wanyao walked a few steps, then frequently turned her head to look at Ye Yun, her gentle eyes hiding a hint of indescribable sentiment.

The discussions of the surrounding Disciples continued to ferment:

"My god, Ye Yun actually dared to go head-to-head with Murong Yun; he has too much guts!"

"Fairy Mu Wanyao actually protected him in public. You can't find a second person in the entire Luoxue Sect with this kind of treatment!"

"It's a pity. Having offended Murong Yun, I'm afraid he won't have an easy time in the Outer Sect from now on."

Ye Yun turned and looked at the four people: Zhao Hu, Zhou Wen, pleural, and Zhang Yuan.

The four immediately surrounded him, their faces full of shock, envy, and deep, unshakeable worry.

...

Zhao Hu pulled Ye Yun to a quiet corner beside the Life-and-Death Arena.

Lowering his voice, his expression was incomparably grave:

"Brother Ye Yun, you were too impulsive just now. That Murong Yun is not like the likes of Lin Xiao or Wang Peng; he is simply not an opponent on the same level!"

Zhou Wen hurriedly chimed in, his face turning pale:

"That's right, brother. Do you know how high Murong Yun's cultivation is? He is a Great Martial Master Eighth Stage! He is six minor Realms higher than Wang Peng, and he is ranked in the top three among Inner Sect Disciples! With a casual move, he could crush us Outer Sect Disciples to death!"

Ye Yun's pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of seriousness finally rose in his heart.

[Great Martial Master Eighth Stage? No wonder he is so rampant; his cultivation is far beyond my current Realm. I thought he was only at the sixth level when I saw his arrogance earlier, but I didn't expect him to be at the eighth.]

pleural scratched his head, his face full of anxiety, his voice trembling:

"That's not even the scariest part! His background is what is truly terrifying!"

"His father is an Inner Sect Elder with real power in the Luoxue Sect, of the same generation as Elder Master Bai Yuxue, holding great authority! His grandfather is the Grand Elder of the Sect! That is an old monster who has lived for two or three hundred years, holding great power in the Sect; even the Sect Master has to give him some face!"

Ye Yun's heart shook, and his expression finally became completely grave.

Grand Elder? His father is an Inner Sect Elder?

This background, in the Luoxue Sect, can be described as all-encompassing.

No wonder Murong Yun dared to be so unscrupulous, ignoring Sect rules and running rampant.

He subconsciously pondered in his heart whether his Revered Master, Master Bai Yuxue, whose status in the Inner Sect is top-tier and whose strength is formidable, could suppress Murong Yun's Family.

Zhang Yuan sighed, his face full of worry:

"Brother, we know you are strong and can kill enemies across Realms. But Murong Yun's background is truly too solid; if he moves, the entire Luoxue Sect will tremble. From now on, you must dodge him and never have a direct conflict with him. Otherwise, there will truly be a threat to your life."

Ye Yun came back to his senses. Looking at the extremely worried expressions of the few, a steady smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and patted Zhao Hu's shoulder, his tone certain:

"Senior Brothers, rest assured. I have it under control. Although Murong Yun is strong and has a monstrous background, I am not a soft persimmon to be kneaded by others. I won't joke with my own life; I have my own sense of proportion."

Watching Ye Yun's determined expression, Zhao Hu and the others, though still full of worry, could only nod heavily.

The setting sun pulled the figures of the few very long.

The noise of the Life-and-Death Arena gradually dissipated, and traces of the battle remained on the ink-black mysterious iron walls.

Ye Yun stood in the evening breeze, his eyes deep.

He knew that offending Murong Yun meant his path in the Luoxue Sect was destined not to be peaceful.

But he had the System.

Even if the road ahead was filled with thorns, he could step over all obstacles one step at a time.

...

Night fell over the Outer Sect dormitories of the Luoxue Sect.

The houses built of bluestone were wrapped in a thin layer of frost by the moonlight.

Only a dim oil lamp was lit in the room, the dim yellow light casting the four walls in quiet softness.

Ye Yun returned to his bed, sitting cross-legged.

With his legs crossed and eyes closed, he entered a state of Cultivate.

The Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture circulated automatically within his body.

The Mystic Power in his whole body was like a docile stream, slowly wandering through his Meridians.

It washed over and consolidated his Great Martial Artist Fourth Level Foundation time and time again.

His aura was steady, his Mystic Power restrained, without even a hint of leakage.