Chapter 208: Qilin Arms

“...The Jiang Clan... is finished...”

When a Unity Realm cultivator muttered those words in a daze—

It marked the fall of one of the major powers in the Third Heaven.

So many experts had entered the Three-Valley Deadlands. The formation was still glowing, yet not even a ripple came out.

How terrifying was that?

And yet, most people didn’t even know—who exactly had the Jiang Clan provoked?

The Eternal Teachings Sect and the Wang Clan had their suspicions.

But they didn’t dare believe it.

Because it was simply too unbelievable.

Someone who had just ascended from the Second Heaven... had now wiped out the Jiang Clan, one of the great powers of the Third Heaven?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

But the truth was right there before their eyes.

“Holy Master, if it really was him, what do we do now?” The Deputy Sect Master of the Eternal Teachings Sect spoke, voice tinged with ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ faint fear.

This was truly something beyond reason.

A Deputy Sect Master of the Eternal Teachings Sect—one of the top Unity Realm cultivators—now actually felt awe before a little cultivator who had just stepped into the Third Heaven?

And yet it was this very little cultivator who had singlehandedly lured an entire force, not one bit weaker than the Eternal Teachings Sect, into total destruction.

It sent chills down everyone’s spine.

—

Inside the Three-Valley Deadlands—

A barely-pieced-together Lu Ye reached out with a palm that had only two fingers left.

Bloody mist surged forth from the formation, roiling before him, and eventually condensed into a blood-red pill.

The pill was the size of a basketball.

They had eaten his flesh and blood—so now that he was simply reclaiming it, wasn’t that perfectly reasonable?

No matter what anyone else thought, Lu Ye found it very reasonable.

After repeatedly using Heaven Demon Blood-Escape, and having his body shattered, if even a portion of his flesh and blood had vanished for good, Lu Ye figured he might’ve had to pay for it with his life.

Luckily—luckily—the good people of the Jiang Clan had kindly returned his flesh and blood.

Lu Ye opened his mouth wide.

This was a special circumstance—no time to worry about appearances.

“Gulp!”

In the next second, a blinding blood-red light erupted from within Lu Ye’s body.

His physical body surged crazily, rapidly expanding. The depleted vital energy not only recovered—it became even richer than before.

Huh?

Who the hell laced my flesh with this much boost?

The body-refinement technique Lu Ye currently cultivated was called the Nine-Tribulation Undying Body—a proper, top-tier physique art, one of the most powerful of the entire Nine Heavens, and further modified by his system.

Switching to a different body-tempering art was out of the question.

But now, with this mad influx of blood power—if he didn’t immediately use it, his body might explode. And more importantly, Lu Ye had always hated waste.

He cleaned every last grain of rice in the bowl.

So there was only one option: reinforce.

A torrent of blood-red light suddenly surged toward both his arms.

Stone Sword flinched in shock. Holy hell, is it coming for me?

In the next instant, Lu Ye’s arms exploded with a thunderous boom—and then new flesh began spreading rapidly.

Exploded again!

Spread again!

Exploded again!

...

After nine consecutive explosions and regenerations, Lu Ye’s physical body finally stopped expanding.

At that moment, his body stood dozens of meters tall—he looked like a living giant.

The blood-light continuously surged into Lu Ye’s arms. His arms grew thicker—his body shrank. Then his arms shrank—his body grew.

Cycle after cycle.

Until eventually, both arms and body returned to normal size. Lu Ye gave these arms a name:

Qilin Arms.

His arms had gained a huge boost in power. Now, perhaps, he could truly fulfill his dream—with just his bare hands.

Delightful.

Lu Ye’s figure plunged into the formation.

Soon after, he walked back out—dragging the useless Human Emperor Banner behind him, with streams of purple light oozing from it.

“Didn’t I just help you upgrade last time? You’re already at innate Dao treasure level. Can you please stop dropping your damn flag? Stop dropping it!” Lu Ye scolded with gritted teeth.

“Gululu...”

“I’m not helping you this time. Digest it yourself!”

“Gululu...”

“What the hell are you bubbling about? Got a problem?”

“Gulu... hululu...”

Stone Sword watched this scene, deeply moved and immensely relieved.

Thank heavens! Thank heavens!

Thank heavens that this time, Master used the formation to kill people. Otherwise, I would’ve had to wipe up all that blood again. What a disgrace for a sword!

Originally, Lu Ye had planned to go into seclusion.

But then he glanced at the souls within the Human Emperor Banner.

Huh?

Something’s off!

Why were they all at the Cause-and-Effect Realm and above? Where were the Destiny Realm souls?

Shit—he hadn’t eliminated the roots!

That won’t do.

If you don’t pull weeds up by the root—even if Lu Ye entered deep seclusion, those so-called Jiang Clan prodigies would never be able to catch up to him.

They’d never be able to pose a real threat to him again.

But the Jiang Clan hadn’t been wiped out to the last!

Lu Ye felt uncomfortably stifled.

He had to make another trip out.

Without hesitation, Lu Ye launched himself out of the Three-Valley Deadlands.

Even though he hadn’t let his body fully absorb all of the blood pill’s power, that overwhelming energy had undeniably boosted his physique.

His flesh now radiated out to a full ten li (5 kilometers), instead of the mere one li from before.

Lu Ye even had to fly higher now.

Previously, when baiting the Jiang Clan experts, that one-li range was too small. Lu Ye had circled the Jiang Clan at lightning speed, just to draw out every last man, woman, and child.

Such a massive pursuit at such speed—no one was an idiot. Who would stay close in that situation?

Even when Lu Ye’s body shattered and its fragrance spread for a hundred li, no experts got caught.

Why?

Because to top cultivators, a hundred li was nowhere near a safe distance. Everyone had stayed at least three hundred li away—five hundred was the norm.

Jiang Clan.

Numerous Destiny Realm cultivators had returned, and to prevent enemy infiltration, the clan’s protective formation was fully activated.

“Ahhhhh—!”

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky, shaking the entire Jiang Clan estate.

The sheer shrillness of the cry—it was like the vocal cords had torn.

Everyone rushed toward the source of the scream.

“Ah!”

“Ahhh!”

“AH! AH! AH!”

Everyone who arrived was struck numb with horror. Some collapsed on the spot, eyes bulging like they were about to leap out of their sockets.

There, on the wooden racks that housed the soul-lamps—

Where once hundreds of lights glowed brightly in a sign of prosperity—

Now, all the lights were out.

All of them.

Not a single flame remained.

Only the bottom three rows of soul-lamps were still burning.

The ancestral hall, once sacred and solemn, flowing with Dao, now sat deathly still—like a haunted place, filled with an eerie chill.

Dead.

All dead.

Every single one of them... is dead!!!

The Jiang Clan’s elite—Cause-and-Effect Realm, Three-Lives Realm, Unity Realm—all of them were gone.

“Ahahahaha... They’re all dead. All dead...”

A young man sat on the ground, laughing madly.

He had gone insane.

His mind had been completely shattered by the scene before him.

All dead...