In the heart of Heaven Mending City, Yue Chan's primary form emerged, her robes fluttering like a celestial breeze, her expression as cold as frost. She gripped a radiant five-colored divine sword, charging forth with lethal intent.
In that moment, she resembled a moonlit fairy, gliding with ethereal grace as if stepping from the mythical Guanghan Palace. Her presence was both noble and otherworldly. Her unparalleled beauty—delicate arched brows, clear, luminous eyes that sparkled like stars in the night sky—radiated a dreamlike glow, captivating all who beheld her.
"Wonderful! The Saintess has arrived!"
The crowd stirred, and the disciples of the Heaven Mending Sect erupted in cheers. To them, Yue Chan held an exalted place, the peerless leader of their generation.
"Brother Jin, are you alright?" Yue Chan asked, casting a glance at Jin Lingxiao.
His body was marred with bloodstains, his golden wings nearly broken. Beyond the physical wounds, his spirit seemed shattered, his usual confidence lost in a daze.
"Saintess, I've brought shame to our sect," Jin Lingxiao finally muttered after a long pause, his bitter smile betraying his wounded pride as he lowered his typically haughty head.
At such a young age, he was already a master of the Formation Arrangement Realm, a prodigy in his own right. Yet today, he had been defeated by a boy several years his junior—a blow that left him humiliated.
"Brother Jin, don't be discouraged. If we weren't in the Spirit Realm, where your strength is suppressed, you wouldn't have lost," Yue Chan consoled him before turning her gaze forward.
"Little Chanchan, you've finally shown yourself!" The Witch giggled, her voice sweet and playful, a mix of impish charm and ethereal allure, like a blend of demon and fairy.
"Witch…" Yue Chan's icy gaze locked onto her, but it quickly shifted to the man holding a lamp. Her eyes widened in surprise as she said, "The Western Sect's First Generation, Jin Chan!"
Boom!
The atmosphere erupted. Many in the crowd gaped, their eyes fixed on the golden-hued youth with profound, piercing eyes. A ripple of fear spread through them.
Clearly, most had heard of his reputation and knew exactly who he was.
Jin Chan, the chosen successor of the Western Sect and the mightiest First Generation of Xumi Prefecture, was a legend. Since his debut, he had swept through the world undefeated, never tasting failure. He had not only bested countless prodigies but was rumored to have even defeated other First Generations. Hailed as a once-in-a-millennium monster of the Western Sect, he was personally mentored by the sect's leader, the Six-Zhang Golden Body, a testament to his extraordinary talent and terrifying potential.
"Hiss… Why is he here in Heaven Mending Prefecture, and with the demoness of the Heaven Severing Sect no less?!" someone exclaimed, sensing trouble brewing.
Even Yue Chan felt the weight of the situation. A prodigy of Jin Chan's caliber allying with the Witch was a dire threat. She had only recently entered the Spirit Transformation Realm, far from a match for someone like Jin Chan, who had already reached its peak.
As for the Witch, Yue Chan wasn't overly concerned. Their cultivation levels were comparable, and their past encounters had always ended in stalemates.
"Yue Chan, didn't you send your junior brother to challenge me? I'm here now, and I've brought help. So where's your junior brother?" The Witch tilted her head, her radiant smile revealing sparkling teeth, her tone teasing yet brilliant.
"Hmph! My junior brother is in secluded cultivation and has no time to entertain you," Yue Chan retorted coldly. She suspected the Witch had deliberately chosen this moment to strike, knowing Lin Fan was away training in the Lower Realm and hadn't yet returned.
Moreover, the Witch had selected a region where strength was capped at the Spirit Transformation Realm, not the Heavenly Passage Realm. It was a calculated move, exploiting the fact that none of Heaven Mending Sect's fighters had reached the peak of Spirit Transformation, leaving them unable to compete.
"Oh, is he scared? Too afraid to face me? I wonder who was boasting in the Spirit Realm, calling me out by name…" The Witch's tone dripped with mockery, her smile bright but laced with devilish glee.
Though her appearance was dazzling, her snow-white skin almost saintly, there was an undeniable demonic charm in her taunts—a blatant provocation.
Yue Chan gritted her teeth, barely restraining the urge to tear into her rival. She could lose to anyone, but not the Witch. Yet, in an instant, she regained her composure, a sly smile curving her lips as she countered, "If you want a fight, come at me yourself. Sending someone else's disciple to do your bidding? Or perhaps…"
She paused, her luminous face glowing with confidence, her delicate nose and red lips exuding charm. "Does this mean the Heaven-Severing Sect is so weak that it needs to borrow strength from outsiders to challenge our Heaven Mending Sect?"
Even in the face of the Witch's provocation, Yue Chan remained poised, her sharp words striking back with precision.
After all, this is nothing. If I couldn't handle this level of taunting, Lin Fan's sharp tongue would've driven me mad long ago.
The Witch blinked, her expressive eyes flickering with surprise. When did Yue Chan get so good with words?
The crowd was stunned. What had seemed like an imminent clash had devolved into a verbal sparring match between the two sects' prodigies. Both women—one pure and flawless, the other bewitchingly captivating—presented a striking contrast, their banter almost surreal.
Yet the onlookers marveled. As rival sects, Heaven Mending and Heaven Severering never missed a chance to undermine each other, even in words. The Heaven Mending Sect disciples were especially thrilled, as their Saintess seemed to hold the upper hand in this exchange.
"Yue Chan, no matter how clever your words, you're doomed to lose today," the Witch declared, her charm undimmed, her confidence unshaken, as if victory was already hers.
She was certain Yue Chan wouldn't dare fight. Unless Heaven Mending Sect's hidden First Generation had also reached the peak of Spirit Transformation, no one could challenge her.
"Hah, the Heaven-Severing Sect is nothing special—lacking talent, running out of successors, and now reduced to relying on other sects," Yue Chan shot back, her verbal assault unrelenting, each word aimed to provoke.
"You're mistaken. My Heaven-Severing Sect has no shortage of prodigies, with talents that shake the heavens and suppress entire eras. They simply don't bother with trivial fights," the Witch replied with a light laugh, her tone calm and dismissive.
Yue Chan's eyes narrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. Could the Heaven-SeveringSect be hiding an ancient freak?
Still, she remained unshaken, exuding confidence. She believed that once her primary and secondary forms merged, she would be unmatched. Her path was one of transcendence, of becoming an immortal. She had no interest in vying for supremacy among the younger generation or dominating the Three Thousand Prefectures.
The Witch, observing Yue Chan's unshakable resolve, couldn't help but admire her rival's steadfast heart, nearly impossible to rattle.
Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, the Witch changed tactics, breaking from convention. "Brother Jin Chan, please help me capture Yue Chan. I'll keep my promise to you."
At her words, the lamp-bearing youth, who had been standing calmly, snapped open his eyes. His aura surged, like a primordial beast awakening, its power overwhelming and ferocious.
In contrast to his earlier serenity, he now radiated both divine sanctity and savage menace. His golden body shimmered with countless runes, as if forged from immortal gold, exuding a terrifying pressure that forced those nearby to tremble, some nearly collapsing to their knees.
"So powerful! Jin Chan has cultivated the Indestructible Diamond Body to such a level that his mere presence can suppress a crowd of cultivators. Truly remarkable…"
From within Heaven Mending City, older cultivators observed, their voices tinged with awe.
But some expressed concern. "Yue Chan has only just entered the Spirit Transformation Realm. She's no match for him. Should we intervene?"
"Let's wait. The Heaven-Severing Sect and Western Sect have others lurking in the shadows, and Yue Chan has already sent for aid from the Immortal Palace," another replied.
"With the Immortal Palace's help, there's nothing to fear. But… why hasn't our sect's hidden First Generation shown himself?" a younger elder asked, puzzled.
Not only he but most elders had only heard of this mysterious First Generation, never seen him. They didn't even know what he looked like, his existence shrouded in secrecy.
"Ahem, you'd have to ask Vice Sect Leader Qingyao about that. Even the Sect Leader has little say in his matters," someone said awkwardly, clearly hesitant to delve deeper.
The group fell silent, as if wary of touching on a dangerous topic, and quickly dropped the subject.
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