Chapter 218 – Yun Shan: What Kind of Cheat Is This Brat Using?!
On the plaza, the pale-faced Gu He stood in dazed silence for a moment before clarity slowly returned to his eyes. He looked up at the tall white-robed youth floating in the sky and gave a bitter smile.
He had lost the fight quickly, but he had clearly seen the vast gulf between their strengths.
Even in terms of soul power, Xiao Yuan surpassed him—a seasoned alchemist—and his combat prowess completely overwhelmed him. As for looks… well, there was nothing to say. Even if jealousy lingered in his heart, Gu He couldn't deny that Xiao Yuan was indeed strikingly handsome.
Xiao Yuan was now locked in a standoff with Yun Shan. While the outcome seemed inevitable, Gu He still acknowledged:
He had lost.
"Sigh."
Letting out a regretful sigh, Gu He gave Yun Yun one last glance—her face showing clear worry for Xiao Yuan—and turned to leave Misty Cloud Sect. His carefully tailored wedding robe disintegrated into tatters, drifting down like crimson snow.
As his figure faded into the distance, whispers rose across the plaza. Many of the guests who had come at Gu He's invitation exchanged glances and gave wry smiles. With the main groom gone, there was no point in staying.
Some were close friends of Gu He. Had he asked for their aid, they would not have refused. But now that he had lost so decisively and left without a word, they saw no reason to intervene. Besides, even if they did, could they fare any better? Gu He had been defeated with ease—what chance did they have?
Though some were eager to see how the clash between Xiao Yuan and Yun Shan would unfold, none were foolish. Getting caught in that storm would only bring disaster.
After brief exchanges of silent agreement, some politely bid farewell to Yun Shan, while others—more temperamental—simply turned and left without a word.
With those people gone, the plaza noticeably thinned. Those who remained were either Misty Cloud Sect's guests or people too afraid of Yun Shan to leave. Even if they sensed danger, they stayed under the weight of his darkening expression.
In the crowd, Yun Yun watched Xiao Yuan anxiously. Though his earlier words had been harsh—perhaps disrespectful to her teacher—she could not deny her disappointment in Yun Shan.
Her teacher, who once had a trace of pride and gentle care, now seemed a stranger: capricious, power-hungry, and cold.
Though to strike one's teacher would be unthinkable, if Xiao Yuan truly faced mortal danger—she would not stand by.
As for what came after this chaotic scene… she couldn't bear to think about it now. Her sect, her teacher, even the elders—none felt safe anymore.
Misty Cloud Sect might need to change.
In the sky, Yun Shan's chilling voice fell, and the atmosphere across the mountain turned razor-sharp. Autumn wind stirred fallen leaves, and with it, the scent of bloodlust.
All around Misty Cloud Sect, elders took flight. With battle already imminent, their Dou Qi wings unfurled, weapons gleamed, and countless sharp glares locked onto the solitary white figure in the sky.
"Oh? Sect Master Yun really gives me face—sending your entire sect against a single junior? How flattering!"
Xiao Yuan laughed sarcastically.
"But it doesn't matter. Since you think being a Dou Zong means you're stronger than me… let's see who laughs last."
His tone turned icy, and his eyes swept across the assembled Misty Cloud Sect powerhouses. Though he had come alone—this was still a wedding he was "crashing," and bringing a squad wouldn't have been proper. But if they dared to form the Cloud Mist Heaven-Sealing Array, he wouldn't hesitate to call on his teacher's help.
"I'll deal with you later!"
Yun Shan gave Yun Yun a cold glare and moved. His figure rose step by step, as though ascending invisible stairs made of air, eventually coming to hover not far from Xiao Yuan.
"My people are not yours to scold."
Xiao Yuan looked at him, his voice calm, his stance unflinching. But those words, a declaration of possession, made Yun Shan's expression turn even darker.
With a sinister smile, Yun Shan swept his sleeve—an overwhelming surge of dark cyan Dou Qi erupted around him.
So thick it flowed like liquid, Yun Shan's Dou Qi distorted the surrounding air with each pulse.
Seeing this, Xiao Yuan's expression turned grave—but also… relieved.
It appeared Yun Shan was still only at the early Dou Zong level—not even at Two-Star—and clearly not in full control of his power.
Still, this would be his first real fight with a Dou Zong.
A thrill surged through him.
This was no mere spar—it could be a life-or-death battle.
Yun Shan's palm raised. Energy coiled like a charging cannon in his hand, growing more and more terrifying.
Sensing the rising pressure, Xiao Yuan began forming hand seals. His heart rang out:
"Heavenly Flame Triple Change, First Transformation—Yin-Yang Monarch Flame Change!"
Black-white and orange-red flames fused inside him, flowing through his meridians along a secret path. A surge of Dou Qi exploded forth—his aura climbing instantly to the level of a Five-Star Dou Huang!
Previously, the Yin-Yang Flame or Monarch Flame alone could only boost him by one or two stars—but together, the quality rivaled that of a Heavenly Flame ranked 11th. One plus one was now far more than two.
"A power-boosting secret art?"
Yun Shan raised a brow in surprise, then sneered. His energy gathered tighter.
"Let me show you what becomes of tricks before a Dou Zong. No matter what you try—today, you'll regret everything you've done!"
Facing Yun Shan's venomous declaration, Xiao Yuan's gaze turned cold. His green Dou Qi surged like a storm around him.
"A mere One-Star Dou Zong... quite the big talker."
A chilling smirk tugged at his lips. At that moment, he activated the Qi Core Infusion Technique—concentrating multiple energy cores into one. His aura shot up again—this time, to the peak of Eight-Star Dou Huang!
Even Yun Shan couldn't help but freeze.
What kind of secret technique is this? A Dou Wang shooting straight to the peak of Dou Huang?!
Clenching his fists, Xiao Yuan grinned. Then he vanished.
Boom!
Green lightning cracked through the air. Xiao Yuan appeared behind Yun Shan like a ghost, a wind-wrapped lightning punch slamming toward his back.
Eyes wide, Yun Shan instinctively lashed out with his sleeve, launching a fierce wind-infused counterattack.
Bang!
The impact shook the entire mountain. Even space itself seemed to ripple. Shockwaves swept outward, knocking Misty Cloud Sect elders from the air.
Yun Yun weathered it easily—but the rest weren't so lucky. Some elders clutched their chests and staggered. Weaker Dou Wangs even spat blood.
In the sky, Yun Shan flew back dozens of meters, barely steadying himself. Xiao Yuan also retreated a few steps.
"That's it?"
Xiao Yuan chuckled. He blurred again.
Rip!
With a burst of lightning, a green sword struck. Its edge tore through the air—cutting a chunk from Yun Shan's sleeve.
Even as Xiao Yuan retreated, Yun Shan's counterforce had pushed him back.
"Is this guy really a Dou Zong?"
Jia Xing Tian blinked, turning to Fa Ma.
"Of course he is. But that's not the point."
Fa Ma rolled his eyes.
"Young Master Xiao's strength is just too freakish. He's so strong, he makes a Dou Zong look ordinary. Those elders coughing up blood? They wouldn't last one move against him."
From the edge of the mountain, Hai Bodong and Teng Shan watched in shock.
How had this kid grown so strong in just a year?
But no one was more stunned than Yun Shan.
He had never imagined Xiao Yuan could reach such terrifying levels. His Dou Qi, infused with rare wind-lightning dual elements, was pure and overwhelming—his physical strength no less terrifying.
This kid was a monster!
Could the Xiao Clan really have cultivated someone like this?
Or was someone even more powerful behind him?
For a brief moment, Yun Shan hesitated.
But that moment cost him.
Boom!
A storm of sword shadows—swirling with wind and lightning—shot toward him.
"Wind Spirit Shadow Split!"
Xiao Yuan launched a barrage of strikes. Yun Shan scowled and formed a half-dome Dou Qi barrier, his deep cyan energy resisting the blades.
Then he turned and snarled at Yun Yun.
"Even gave him our sect's techniques? What a generous disciple you are!"
Xiao Yuan's eyes turned colder. His sword lashed out again—this time laced with a strange brown flame.
Crash!
The barrier shattered.
Yun Shan reeled—his heart sinking.
A Heavenly Flame?!
Now it made sense. So many tricks. No wonder this boy dared face a Dou Zong alone.
It was time to take this seriously.
Yun Shan exhaled slowly. His gaze sharpened. Pressure radiated from him again, suffocating those below.
Even spectators were speechless.
This youth... how could he pressure a Dou Zong this much?
"Still playing tough?"
Xiao Yuan snorted. With a snap of his fingers, ten massive wind blades, each dozens of meters long, appeared in the air—twisting into a tornado of slicing edges.
"Rending Wind Spiral!"
With a thought, nine green wind pillars roared forth.
Even Jia Xing Tian couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
(END CHAPTER)
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