The formation flickered.
A figure stepped out.
Teng Huayuan’s body shifted—ready to teleport—but he froze.
It wasn’t Yun Che.
It was merely an early–Foundation Establishment disciple of Wufeng Valley.
Rage nearly burst from Teng Huayuan’s eyes. He crushed over a dozen souls on the Soul-Locking Banner before barely suppressing his killing intent, his face dark as thunder.
The disciple scrambled forward, collapsing before Teng Huayuan and the dark-faced elder.
“Ancestor! All dead… Senior Brother Wang Peng is dead too! I… I was far away and barely escaped…”
The dark-faced elder stared at him.
Then suddenly raised his hand and smashed it down on the disciple’s skull.
Bang.
The head burst like a rotten melon, blood mist scattering.
“If they all died, you should not have lived either,” the elder said flatly, as if crushing an ant.
A breeze carried the scent of blood outward.
The smaller sect cultivators fell utterly silent.
No one dared whisper another word about Wufeng Valley.
Deathly stillness.
The formation lit again.
This time, more figures emerged—disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect.
Teng Huayuan’s gaze swept across their faces—
Then his expression changed violently.
Killing intent erupted like a volcano.
His figure vanished.
When he reappeared, he was beside them, one hand lunging toward a young man in green robes who had just stepped out.
“Yun Che—! You finally show yourself!”
The palm carried the might of a Nascent Soul cultivator. The air within ten zhang froze solid.
But at the instant the strike was about to land—
The green-robed figure vanished.
Teng Huayuan’s strike hit empty air.
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Half a breath later—
Yun Che appeared thirty zhang away in midair.
An uproar exploded.
“It’s him! He killed Senior Brother!”
“He took our tokens! Ancestor, it’s him!”
“I saw him slaughter everyone from Wufeng Valley!”
Freed from fear now that their elders stood nearby, disciples from multiple sects shouted all at once.
Teng Huayuan hadn’t expected teleportation.
But then he roared with laughter.
“Yun Che! Let’s see where you run today!”
Before he finished—
A shriek erupted from the Joyful Union Sect.
“He has five tokens! All the tokens inside the valley are with him!”
The crowd exploded.
Seven tokens existed.
He possessed five.
Even Lin Yi looked intrigued, studying Yun Che closely. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes—then he smiled faintly and said nothing.
Teng Huayuan growled:
“Fellow Daoists! This man killed my great-grandson Teng Li—our hatred is irreconcilable! I will kill him today and take none of his belongings! But if anyone dares interfere—”
His gaze swept across the Nascent Soul ancestors.
“Do not blame Teng for turning ruthless!”
Silence.
Five tokens were tempting.
But offending a Nascent Soul cultivator for them? Not worth it.
Suddenly Lin Yi laughed.
“Good! Let all Zhao hear this—no one is to interfere. I would very much like to see—”
He looked at Teng Huayuan, smiling meaningfully.
“Teng Huayuan, do you dare kill him?”
Shock rippled through the crowd.
What did that mean?
Teng Huayuan frowned, unease rising in his heart.
Why would he not dare?
The youth before him was clearly only Foundation Establishment.
At that moment—
Yun Che slowly lifted his head.
A vast aura erupted from within him.
It descended like heavenly might.
His hair and robes whipped violently though no wind blew. Azure spiritual energy seeped from his body, crystallizing into visible frost patterns in the air.
Faces changed.
Even the Nascent Soul ancestors’ pupils contracted.
They sensed it—
His cultivation was rising.
Foundation Establishment early.
Mid-stage.
Late-stage.
Core Formation early.
Mid.
Late.
“This… impossible!” someone cried.
Then—
A ripple spread from Yun Che.
Space trembled.
Above his head, a foot-tall Azure phantom flickered—
A Nascent Soul.
The entire valley fell silent.
Before their eyes—
He had risen from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul.
And it wasn’t over.
The aura surged again—
Nascent Soul early peak.
Mid-stage.
Only then did it stop.
Now Yun Che hovered in the air, pressure radiating outward, coloring heaven and earth.
He lowered his gaze toward Teng Huayuan.
Cold.
Deadly.
Like looking at a corpse.
His voice was calm—
Yet it struck like thunder in every heart.
“Teng Huayuan—”
“Do you dare fight me?”
Total silence.
Every Nascent Soul ancestor felt it clearly—
The aura was real.
Mid–Nascent Soul.
No falsehood in that pressure.
Teng Huayuan’s face turned iron-green.
Lin Yi stroked his chin, smiling faintly.
Interesting…
This little one’s background was not simple.
The “Thousand Illusion Transformation” from the Illusion City of a fifth-grade cultivation nation—
Even there, such illusion treasures were rare.
They were divided into three grades—from Nascent Soul to Spirit Transformation.
The higher the grade, the more prestigious the holder.
For this youth to wield a mid–Nascent Soul grade illusion—
What stood behind him?
Teng Huayuan’s expression shifted repeatedly.
At last he spoke coldly:
“Yun Che—I do not believe you truly possess Nascent Soul cultivation.”
His eyes were sharp as blades.
“If you were truly Nascent Soul, how could you have entered Frost’s End Valley? The seal forbids entry to anyone above Spirit Transformation!”
(The Illusion Pearl shocks the world. Cultivation soars to mid–Nascent Soul. The crowd trembles. Teng Huayuan is caught between advance and retreat. Lin Yi sees through the Thousand Illusion Transformation and senses Yun Che’s extraordinary origin. But Teng Huayuan’s question strikes at the core—)
(If you are Nascent Soul, how did you enter the valley?)
(If you are Foundation Establishment—where does this pressure come from?)
3?? If the illusion is exposed—what do you think happens next?
