Chapter 185: He Actually Came Back!
"Hmm?"
A Golden Sun Sect elder in a yellow robe narrowed his eyes, cold light flashing deep within them. His voice sank as he said:
"I advise you not to be ungrateful."
"Youâve already injured a core disciple of our Golden Sun Sect and smashed our sect gates. I havenât even held you accountable for that yet. If you continue to push your luck..."
"Donât blame me for showing no regard for Profound Sun Holy Land."
His tone was cold and threatening.
If this had been over a year ago, when Profound Sun had yet to rise from being a mere Sect to a Holy Land, Ye Han wouldâve already died under his last attack.
Even now that Profound Sun had become a Holy Land, the Golden Sun Sect wasnât a force to be trampled on.
If core disciples of Profound Sun Holy Land could act arrogantly in front of their gates without consequence, what dignity would the Golden Sun Sect have left?
"Hand over Ye Qingyu!"
Ye Hanâs voice was hoarse, and he took a step forward with great difficulty, his body flickering with a faint lightâso weak in the eyes of everyone present, it seemed pitiful.
Right now, Ye Hanâs condition is dire.
Forget contending with a Divine Power Realm cultivator, even a cultivator at the Spirit Meridian or Qi Condensation stage could easily defeat him.
"Youâre courting death."
The yellow-robed elderâs expression remained cold as he raised a hand to strike Ye Han down.
But at the last moment, a white-robed woman in a palace gown stepped forward, blocking his move. Her expression was equally indifferent, her face bearing an air of superiority. She glanced at Ye Han and said:
"Elder Liu, no need to get angry."
"This man and I met once, years ago. His father was merely a low-tier cultivator at the seventh level of Body Refinementânot worth mentioning."
"Itâs you!"
Ye Han raised his head and looked at the white-robed woman, cold light flashing in his eyes.
He clearly remembered.
When Ye Qingyu had gravely injured his father, this very womanâan elder of the Golden Sun Sectâhad stood behind him.
She was none other than Ye Qingyuâs master.
"Indeed, itâs me," she said flatly.
"I know you came here today to avenge your father. But now that youâve entered the cultivation world yourself..."
"You should understandâYe Qingyu is already in the Divine Power Realm. His life is not something that can be weighed against a mere Body Refinement cultivator."
"In my eyes," Ye Han replied, "there is no difference in the worth of a life."
"Heh."
The white-robed woman sneered coldly, mocking:
"No difference? Do you mean to say the life of an Emperor is equal to that of an ordinary mortal?"
"Your fatherâs cultivation was pitifully low. But since youâre so intent on justice, Iâll give it to you."
Then she waved her sleeve.
Countless spirit stones fell like rain, crashing at Ye Hanâs feet and forming a small mountain in front of him.
"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. Enough to buy the lives of a thousand seventh level Body Refinement cultivators. Is that not sufficient?"
In the cultivation world, killing and looting was commonplace.
Even assassination for hire was nothing unusual.
In many killer organizations, assassinating a tenth level Body Refinement cultivator would only cost about ten low-grade spirit stones.
Ye Hanâs father had only reached the seventh level.
Ten thousand spirit stones could buy more lives than most low-tier cultivators could dream of.
After all, the lives of weak cultivators simply werenât worth much.
"So this is the true face of the Golden Sun Sect?"
Ye Han glanced at the pile of spirit stones in front of him.
Thenâwithout hesitationâhe smashed down his spear, blasting the ten thousand spirit stones into the air, sending shards flying everywhere.
"That so-called âlow-tier cultivatorâ was my father."
"Today, even if your Golden Sun Sect tries to stop meâeven if a saint blocks my pathâYe Qingyu will die!"
"Youâre seeking death!"
"Donât think that just because thereâs a Holy Land behind you, you can act with impunity!"
The white-robed woman narrowed her eyes, killing intent on her face. She raised a hand, and from above, a palm made of pure true essence descended â a colossal hand that blotted out the sky.
Brilliant and blinding, the palm enveloped Ye Han in its center before it even struck, already emanating a terrifying aura of despair.
Let alone Ye Han in his current heavily wounded state, even if he were at full strength, he would have to face this attack with the utmost caution.
In the distance, some of the onlookers couldnât help but shut their eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.
To them, the situation had reached a point of no return.
Ye Han was clearly determined to kill Ye Qingyu. If they let him go today, even to give face to Profound Sun Holy Land, Ye Qingyu would live with a sword hanging over his head. The moment he stepped out of the sect, his life would be in danger.
To eliminate future threats, killing Ye Han was the only solution.
As for whether doing so would provoke retaliation from Profound Sun Holy Land, that was a problem for the Golden Sun Sect to handle.
"Master!"
A voice rang out in Ye Hanâs heart as he looked up at the palm falling from the sky.
"Very well," came a hoarse, ancient voice, "Iâll intervene one more time. But afterward, I may need to slumber for a whileâ"
But before the voice could finishâ
BOOM!!
A beam of fist-light tore through the heavens, shooting over from the distant horizon like a falling sun, colliding with the giant palm midair.
In that instant, mountains collapsed, seas roared, and rocks burst through the clouds.
The sheer might of the fist was unimaginable. After crashing down, it sent shockwaves that shook the earth for thousands of miles.
Mountain ranges crumbled. Valleys sank.
Rocks and dust exploded into the sky, obscuring the sun.
The terrifying aftershock swept countless cultivators off their feet.
Above, even the clouds were completely annihilatedâthe sky left utterly blank and void in the wake of that power.
"Pfft!"
The white-robed woman trembled, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Her face instantly turned pale.
Even though the punch wasnât directly aimed at her, the overwhelming force still left her lightly injured.
"Who did this!?"
She looked up at the sky and shouted angrily.
"Li Xun."
Two calm words echoed through the heavens and the earth.
In the next moment, a powerful aura surged across the scene, causing all living beings to tremble.
The entire world seemed to shift, as if a young emperor had descended upon the mortal realm.
Above everyoneâs heads, a golden divine chariot slowly materialized, shimmering with radiant light. Silken curtains fluttered around it, and a tall figure sat calmly inside.
Although the full appearance was obscured, even a glimpse of this figure exuded a sense of peerless majesty.
"Itâs him!"
"Itâs the Holy Son of Profound Sun Holy Land!"
"Heâs actually back!"
The white-robed woman staggered back, her already pale face now utterly drained of color.
Her whole body trembled.
His name alone carried unmatched weight.
Li Xunâs legendary feats in the Great Chu Dynasty had long spread throughout the Great Zhou Empire.
He once single-handedly killed over a dozen Life and Death Realm cultivators, and even slain a Divine Palace Realm Duke.
His reputation had reached an unparalleled level among the younger generation across the dynasty.
Even among the older generation, few dared to face him.
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