A new function?
An unexpected surprise like this?
Yun Jin's eyes lit up. She straightened at once and quickly checked her system interface.
[New Function: The distinction between Basic, Intermediate, and Advanced Simplification has been removed.
10,000 Emotional Value can now be exchanged for a Basic Simplification.
100,000 Emotional Value can be exchanged for a Transcendent Simplification.
1,000,000 Emotional Value can be exchanged for a Miracle Simplification.
Specific results must be explored by the host independently.]
Yun Jin's gaze flickered.
Transcendent Simplification. Miracle Simplification.
Two entirely new options.
Transcendent Simplification, she could still just about wrap her head around.
But Miracle Simplification...
A million Emotional Value for just one use? Could it actually create a miracle?
She glanced at her Emotional Value. It had already surpassed one hundred million and was still climbing steadily. Her heart stirred.
Even if she were to exchange all of it for Miracle Simplifications, she could use it a hundred times.
Before she had time to study the feature further, Xue Daoren's voice cut through the air. A sly smile curled on his lips.
"Yun Jin, oh Yun Jin. You've really gone to lengths to spin such elaborate words. Trying to stall for time? Unfortunately for you, this time, no matter what tricks you have left, there's no escaping death."
"Then come and try," Yun Jin said, her expression calm as ever.
That look of utter composure made Xue Daoren's eye twitch. He was starting to understand why the Demon Sovereign insisted on killing Yun Jin.
She hadn't said anything overtly offensive, yet she radiated a kind of infuriating confidence that made him itch to strike.
Xue Daoren let out a cold laugh and raised his hand. A staff with a snake's head at the top materialized in his palm.
Yun Jin's face turned a touch serious.
That aura...
She could sense it clearly now.
It was the same as the giant serpent from earlier.
That serpent must have been conjured from this very staff.
Her Tai'a Sword had devoured the serpent with ease. But that didn't mean she was stronger than Xue Daoren.
First, he hadn't used his full strength earlier.
Second, that illusion was just a fraction of the staff's true power.
Xue Daoren was a cultivator in the Mahayana stage.
She was only at the peak of Unity.
There was an entire two major realms between them.
That kind of gap wasn't something she could afford to take lightly.
Xue Daoren raised the snake-head staff. The carved snake coiled around it flicked its tongue like a living creature.
The next moment, several silver needles shot from the snake's mouth, each one aiming precisely for Yun Jin's vital points.
Xue Daoren smirked with amusement. Why the Demon Sovereign had to go to such lengths to eliminate Yun Jin still baffled him. She was only in the Divine Transformation stage. Not even worth serious effort. A casual flick should've been enough to erase her.
Yun Jin's expression darkened. Flames suddenly burst from her Tai'a Sword, intercepting the silver needles mid-air.
Xue Daoren sneered.
These were no ordinary silver needles. Each one was a ground-grade artifact, and the snake-head staff was a rare heaven-grade treasure. After being nurtured by it for so long, these needles were already approaching the power of true heaven-grade artifacts.
Yun Jin, just a Divine Transformation cultivator, would struggle to block even a casual blow from him. In fact, he'd only used these needles out of respect for her efforts.
And she dared to think flames could melt them?
Laughable.
He waited, already imagining the sight of the needles piercing her body.
But then—
His brow twitched.
The flames… were actually stopping the needles.
Well, no matter.
How powerful could a Divine Transformation cultivator's flames be?
Xue Daoren flicked his wrist, channeling a sliver of demonic energy to snuff them out.
But the moment he did—
The flames flared violently, surging higher like they'd just been fed.
Then—
Boom!
Multiple tongues of fire exploded outward with terrifying force.
The silver needles incinerated on the spot.
Xue Daoren's face darkened.
What kind of fire was this?
It could absorb his demonic energy like fuel?
And that sudden burst of power just now...
He narrowed his eyes, staring hard at Yun Jin.
Something clicked.
That effect... wasn't it the hallmark of a Supreme Intent: Explosion?
"You've mastered a Supreme Intent?" Xue Daoren's tone dropped.
Even at the Mahayana stage, he had only managed to comprehend one Super Intent.
Yun Jin had been cultivating for such a short time, and she already had one too?
Among the human race, that would place her firmly in the ranks of super prodigies.
He couldn't help but wonder.
Back in the day, did Ji Wusi ever grasp a Super Intent at her age?
The answer was no.
Cultivators had limited lifespans. In the early stages, they focused almost entirely on raising their cultivation level to prolong their lives. Training alone took up seventy to eighty percent of their time. If they dabbled in secondary disciplines like formations or talismans, that was already considered exceptional.
As for understanding Realms of Intent—most could only manage low-grade ones.
Mid-grade Realms? Usually disciples of the Holy Lands. And even then, only the most elite among them.
As for high-grade or Supreme Intent? The process was insanely complex, the difficulty unimaginable. Most cultivators wouldn't touch them until the Tribulation stage, if ever. Too time-consuming. Without sufficient cultivation, they simply wouldn't have enough lifespan to grasp them.
But Yun Jin?
How old was she?
Sixteen.
What cultivation?
Divine Transformation.
And yet she'd already grasped a Supreme Intent—something that could take hundreds, even thousands, of years.
Just where had she found the time?
Did her days last longer than everyone else's?
Xue Daoren's expression grew heavy.
Now he understood the Demon Sovereign's intent.
Yun Jin wasn't just an extraordinary genius—she was the sect master of the Wushuang Sect.
With that sect's foundation supporting her, and her own terrifying talent... in a few centuries, she would become a monster of unimaginable power. Better to kill her now—before she had the chance to grow.
In fact, in this moment, Xue Daoren felt... grateful.
Grateful that someone as unremarkable as Qin Ping, some mere mortal, had been enough to lure Yun Jin out.
He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. He'd even prepared multiple backup plans—massacres, public pressure, forcing the Yuehua Sect to intervene.
And if Yun Jin had stayed hidden inside Wushuang Sect despite it all, they would've been powerless to act.
But now?
No schemes needed. Just a light push, and she'd walked right into their hands.
In that case—
He'd be doing the Demon clan a great favor by eliminating a future threat today.
Xue Daoren looked at Yun Jin, his eyes cold.
"Not bad. But that's the extent of your tricks."
He had only used a fraction of his strength so far. Now, she would experience what a full-powered strike from a Mahayana cultivator truly felt like.
Raising his staff, he summoned a flood of blood-red demonic energy.
It poured toward him, so thick it formed a swirling vortex in the sky.
"Go."
With a wave of his hand, the vortex surged forward, barreling toward Yun Jin.