93: Chapter 93 Black Wind Ridge Mission

Ye Yun knew that if he wanted to turn the tables and sing a song of triumph.

He must exert all his strength to improve his Cultivate, to surpass his Revered Master as soon as possible.

When that time came, he would surely return this restlessness a thousandfold.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, spilling onto the two embracing figures; the warm fragrance within the bamboo house remained, and the spring atmosphere grew even more intense.

...

The next morning at dawn, the sky was already bright.

Ye Yun stood in the center of the Outer Sect Martial Arts Arena, his posture upright and his green robes neat.

The aura around him was steady and restrained, and he looked refreshed and spirited.

It was impossible to tell that he had experienced such frantic Cultivate the night before.

After a whole night of Dual Cultivation, his Cultivate had grown much stronger.

His Mystic Power was thick and pure, and even his spirit felt exceptionally full.

On the Martial Arts Arena, three or four hundred newly entered Outer Sect Disciple were gathered together in a dense crowd.

They were all newcomers of this year, their faces showing expressions of either nervousness or anticipation.

Ye Yun scanned the crowd and quickly caught sight of a familiar pink figure—Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan also saw him, and her lively eyes instantly erupted with surprise.

Her small face was full of excitement as she waved vigorously at him.

Unfortunately, the two were too far apart, separated by layers of people, making it impossible to get close and talk.

Ye Yun nodded slightly to acknowledge her, then withdrew his gaze, a hint of warmth rising in his heart.

Having traveled together from Shiyun City, Wang Yuyan could be considered one of the few old acquaintances he had in the Luoxue Sect.

On the high platform in front of the Martial Arts Arena, an Outer Sect Elder dressed in grey robes stood with his hands behind his back, his face stern.

A thick aura emanated from his body.

He cleared his throat and, channeling his Mystic Power into his voice, it spread throughout the entire arena:

"Today, I have summoned you all to execute the Sect's newcomer mission. All newly entered Outer Sect Disciple must head to Black Wind Ridge to hunt Yao Beast and collect Spiritual Plant."

"Those who complete the mission can obtain Sect contribution points and resources to Cultivate. The mission duration is three days; during this time, you are responsible for your own life and death, so I hope you all act with caution."

"The terrain of Black Wind Ridge is complex and infested with Yao Beast, and there is no lack of Vicious Beast at the Great Martial Master level. You may travel in groups or act alone, but remember not to venture deep into the core area; those who violate this will bear the consequences themselves."

After the Elder finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to enter Black Wind Ridge in an orderly fashion.

The crowd began to surge, moving towards the entrance of Black Wind Ridge on the north side of the Martial Arts Arena.

Ye Yun stood where he was, his gaze fixed on the distant, rolling black mountains, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

"Black Wind Ridge... Murong Yun, will you make your move here?"

...

Ye Yun followed the flow of people, slowly moving forward, deliberately slowing his pace.

After nearly half of the Disciple had entered Black Wind Ridge, he stepped into the entrance unhurriedly.

Not far behind him, two figures quietly blended into the crowd, also wearing the attire of an Outer Sect Disciple.

Their aura was deliberately suppressed, faintly revealing an eerie steadiness.

The two exchanged a glance, a cold murderous intent flashing in their eyes as they followed closely with light steps.

The moment Ye Yun stepped into Black Wind Ridge.

The two figures behind him also vanished silently into the dense forest.

An ambush long in the making had already begun.

And Ye Yun had long ago, in his heart, made full preparations for this hunt.

...

At the entrance of Black Wind Ridge, the trees grew denser.

The light was cut into fine spots by the layers of branches and leaves, spilling onto the ground covered with dead leaves.

Ye Yun stepped into the ridge, his footsteps light, his gaze vigilantly scanning his surroundings.

His Mystic Power quietly circulated throughout his body, his perception extending to a range of several dozen zhang.

The Rank of Yao Beast, from Rank 1 to Rank 12, corresponded to the complete Realm of human Martial Artist from Body Refining to Martial Emperor.

This Black Wind Ridge was merely a place used by the Luoxue Sect to train newcomers.

The strongest Yao Beast would at most be at the Early Stage of Rank 3, equivalent to the standard of a human Great Martial Master at the Early Stage.

If there were truly higher-level Yao Beast, these newcomers who had just entered the Sect would be walking to their deaths upon entering, so how could it be called training?

Ye Yun quickly went over the common knowledge about Yao Beast in his mind; his footsteps did not stop as he headed straight toward the depths of Black Wind Ridge.

He deliberately avoided areas crowded with people and chose a secluded path.

He intended to find some Yao Beast to practice on first, and by the way, familiarize himself with his surged Cultivate.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the bushes ahead, and a foul, fishy stench rushed toward him.

Ye Yun paused his steps and looked up.

He saw a sturdy black Yao Beast wolf spring from the bushes, baring its fangs.

Its dark green eyes stared fixedly at him, and its entire body radiated a fierce, vicious aura.

A Rank 2 Late Stage Peak Yao Beast, equivalent to the Cultivate of a human Martial Master Realm at the Peak.

A faint smile curled on the corners of Ye Yun's mouth, his right hand resting on the burning snow sword at his waist.

Since his Revered Master had gifted him this Medium Grade Xuan-level longsword.

It had not yet truly been unsheathed to taste blood; today was the perfect time to test the sword on this Yao Beast wolf.

The Yao Beast wolf let out a low growl and kicked its four hooves against the ground.

It transformed into a black shadow and lunged fiercely at Ye Yun.

Its sharp claws tore through the air, bringing with them a fierce, cutting wind as they aimed straight for his throat.

Ye Yun's figure did not move, his right hand suddenly drawing the burning snow sword.

"Clang—"

A crisp sword chime rang out, and the fiery red sword light, like a raging flame, cut through the sky, so fast that one could not see its trajectory at all.

The sword light flashed and vanished, and Ye Yun had already sheathed his sword.

His figure still stood in the same place, as if he had never moved.

The Yao Beast wolf's body, which had lunged into mid-air, suddenly stiffened, its dark green eyes wide open.

The next second, a line of blood spread from its forehead down to its abdomen.

Its entire body split into two halves with a boom, blood splattering all over the ground.

A one-strike kill.

Ye Yun didn't even look at the corpse on the ground; he bent down and used the tip of his sword to slice off the Yao Beast wolf's ears.

He casually stored them into his Storage Pouch.

The ears of a Rank 2 Yao Beast were the token for completing the mission; after collecting a sufficient quantity, he could exchange them for contribution points upon returning to the Sect.

He did not linger at all, turning to continue walking toward the depths.

On the other side of Black Wind Ridge, two figures were moving rapidly through the forest with light steps, their bodies exuding undisguised murderous intent.

They were none other than Li Qiang and Zhao Lei.

Li Qiang held a palm-sized jade disc in his hand, with intricate patterns carved onto it.

At this moment, it was faintly glowing.

He stared at the jade disc, a cold, sinister smile curling on his lips.

"The tracking jade talisman shows that Ye Yun has entered Black Wind Ridge and is moving toward the depths on the east side. This brat is quite bold, daring to venture deep alone; it saves us the trouble of searching for him."

Zhao Lei licked his lips, his eyes full of excitement and ruthlessness.

"A newcomer who just joined the Sect, Great Martial Artist Fourth Level, dares to challenge us. When we find him later, I will strike first, and you will guard the flank; make sure to kill him in one blow, and do not give him any chance to call for help."

The two quickened their pace, following the guidance of the jade disc as they rapidly closed in on Ye Yun's location.

About half an incense stick's worth of time later, a low beast roar and the rumbling of a fight came from ahead.

The two exchanged a glance, lightened their steps, and quietly approached.

Pushing aside the dense branches and leaves, the scene before them caused their pupils to shrink instantly.

In the clearing, a massive Yao Beast covered in dark red scales was clashing wildly with a green-clad figure.