Inverting Black and White

Orfon's icy stare grew frostier as the intensity of his murderous intent escalated in his eyes. Before him, a grim tableau unfolded as Qin Wentian and Fan Le found themselves encircled by a ravenous horde of demonic wolves.

The possession of a Bloodline Limit was an extraordinary occurrence, an elusive phenomenon that graced perhaps one in every ten thousand beings. Yet, astonishingly, both of these young men held this rare distinction. Orfon knew, with a gnawing certainty, that their potential could not be allowed to bloom. They had to be eradicated before they could pose a real threat.

"Makino, now's the time," Orfon's low voice carried an air of command as his eyes locked onto the youth draped in beastly garb. Perched atop the back of the formidable Demonic Wolf King, Makino exuded a chilling grin.

"Of course, Orfon, but remember this favor," Makino's smile was a disturbing marvel, its demonic undertones sending shivers through anyone who witnessed it. With a chilling howl, he signaled the pack into motion, propelling the demonic wolves toward their targets, Qin Wentian and Fan Le. This gathering of wolves was a mixture of 2nd-level and 3rd-level demonic beasts, and leading them all was the monstrous 4th-level Demonic Wolf King.

"Are you holding up?" Fan Le's voice resonated with concern as he unleashed a rapid volley of arrows. The arrows found their mark with surgical precision, causing the 2nd-level wolves to explode under the ruthless power of his Astral Arrows. However, the 3rd-level wolves proved more formidable foes.

In the hierarchy of strength, 3rd-level demonic beasts equated to cultivators of the human Body Refinement Realm at the 7th, 8th, or even 9th level.

"I'm struggling to control it," Qin Wentian grimaced, his features contorted in distress. The raw potency of his bloodline defied his command.

"How I envy you," Fatty's grin broadened. An inability to control one's bloodline hinted at its incredible might. Given Qin Wentian's current level of cultivation, reigning in its power was beyond his reach.

"If control eludes you, let it surge without restraint," Fatty's arrow punctuated his words by piercing the skull of a wolf lunging at Qin Wentian.

"Indeed," as the wolf's lifeblood sprayed across his visage, a glimmer of madness lit up Qin Wentian's eyes. In that moment, he abandoned all semblance of restraint, unleashing his latent strength. The formidable power of his Bloodline Limit surged like a tempestuous sea, propelling Qin Wentian into a sphere of authority, one that transcended mortal realms.

"Annihilate," a primal roar of rage erupted from Qin Wentian's lips. Simultaneously, the eyes of the demonic wolves revealed a vestige of reverence as they beheld the blood-red corona enveloping Qin Wentian's form. Employing the Dragon Subduing Fist, the monstrous force of his blow decimated the skulls of the three 3rd-level demonic wolves, drenching the sky in a crimson rain of gore.

In the aftermath, a haunting silence reigned, broken only by the echo of the final triumphant strike. The tableau had shifted, and the wolves that once posed a deadly threat now lay vanquished in the shadow of Qin Wentian's unleashed power.

The forest echoed with a sinister howl as a demonic wolf sprang from the shadows, launching a surprise attack on Qin Wentian. These creatures possessed unparalleled speed, agility, and raw strength. Despite Qin Wentian and Fan Le's formidable combat skills, capable of taking on 4th-level demonic beasts individually, the sheer numbers of the wolf pack forced them into a defensive stance, unable to seize the initiative.

"Get lost!" Fan Le charged towards Qin Wentian, fury boiling within him as he confronted the attacking wolf. For the first time, he summoned his second Astral Soul—an eerie, devilish visage. Its eyes held an entrancing, hypnotic allure, causing the wolf that had been hurtling towards Qin Wentian to freeze, lying dazed on the ground. Fan Le wasted no time, using an arrow as his instrument of judgment, dispatching the wolf swiftly.

Meanwhile, Qin Wentian surged ahead, unleashing the Dragon Subduing Fist. In a gruesome whirlwind of blood and gore, the wolf pack was reduced to scattered remnants.

"Brother, go for the Wolf King!" Fan Le bellowed, lending support to Qin Wentian from behind.

"Boom!" Qin Wentian planted his foot with tremendous force, leaving deep fissures in the earth. His body soared through the air, powered by explosive jumps, wreaking havoc among the wolves that lunged recklessly at him. As he landed, an overwhelming strength surged through him. Like a coiled bow, he sprinted madly forward.

"Awoooo…" The Wolf King's furious howl reverberated through the forest. The demonic wolves abandoned Fan Le, focusing their assault on Qin Wentian.

"This chubby guy is going all out," Fan Le grumbled, a venomous glare in his eyes as he unleashed both his Astral Souls simultaneously. Radiant astral light emanated from the Astral Bow in his grasp as he fired nine arrows in rapid succession. "Thud, thud." The deadly accuracy of his arrows was unparalleled, each shot ending a wolf's life.

In that moment, Fan Le and Qin Wentian unleashed their full potential. A deluge of arrows rained down from the heavens, piercing their targets with unerring precision.

Orfon and Makino, watching from afar, had their eyes widen as the scene unfolded. Qin Wentian charged recklessly, his eyes ablaze with madness, his bloodline power igniting a violent, dominating strength that elevated his combat prowess to new heights.

"Orfon, you're at the 2nd level of the Arterial Circulation Realm, wielding two Astral Souls," Makino reminded Orfon. It was a clear signal for Orfon to intercept Qin Wentian.

Gritting his teeth, Orfon didn't underestimate his adversaries this time. He simultaneously manifested a spear-type Astral Soul and a shield-type Astral Soul. The lesson from their earlier skirmish, where an arrow from Fan Le had injured his hands, was not forgotten.

Two Astral Souls, one for offense and the other for defense, clashed in a breathtaking showdown.

The frenzied charge of Qin Wentian was relentless, closing the distance rapidly. Orfon bellowed, his Astral long spear dancing in the air, as he employed the Poisonous Dragon Spear Arts. The technique infused him with power, and the spear projected an ominous black dragon that streaked toward Qin Wentian, its intent to consume him evident.

Orfon, a formidable figure at the 2nd level of the Arterial Circulation Realm, had unlocked two out of the nine primary meridians within his body. This granted him the capacity to unleash innate strength, yielding formidable power.

With wild determination in his eyes, Qin Wentian unleashed his technique, the Draconic Roar of the Nine Heavens, shattering the projections with sheer force. A monstrous roar, akin to that of a living dragon, reverberated and dispersed the illusion.

"What unimaginable strength," Orfon muttered, his heart sinking. Judging from Qin Wentian's last strike, it was evident that he had far exceeded the strength of 200 bulls, exuding an imposing pressure comparable to Mount Tai.

"Attack!" Orfon thrust his spear like a venomous serpent, aiming directly for Qin Wentian's eye.

Yet, Qin Wentian calmly extended his left hand, effortlessly catching the spear. Although the impact caused his hand to bleed profusely, his right fist clenched, brimming with formidable might as he drove it toward Orfon.

"This guy is insane," Orfon's expression contorted in shock. His Astral Energy coalesced into an illusory shield radiant with Astral Light, meant to withstand the oncoming fist.

"Boom!" The illusory shield shattered instantly, the tremendous force of impact propelling Orfon into the air.

At that moment, the silhouettes of other contenders emerged as they converged on the scene. The clash, the wolf's howls, and the release of copious Astral Energy had drawn them in. Simultaneously, the thunderous galloping of horses reverberated, causing the ground in the distance to quake.

However, neither Qin Wentian nor Fan Le had time for such trivial matters. Their eyes gleamed with a deadly intent as they sprinted toward Orfon amidst the sea of wolf corpses, their actions mirroring each other's.

"Let's get out of here," Makino urged from atop the Wolf King, retreating swiftly. Orfon, fear in his eyes, scrambled to his feet and pursued Makino's fleeing figure.

"Damn it, my Astral Energy is almost depleted," Fan Le muttered under his breath as the Astral Bow vanished from his grip. Nonetheless, like Qin Wentian, he pursued Orfon relentlessly, driven by the desire for vengeance.

Orfon coughed up blood, his face pallid, desperation flickering in his eyes as he raced forward.

Out of the blue, a group of riders perched upon dragon horses emerged on the scene. These were the overseers of the training exercise, accompanied by esteemed seniors hailing from various academies.

"Hold!" Orchon, positioned high on a dragon horse, surged forward with a furious bellow, causing Qin Wentian and Fan Le's pupils to constrict in response.

Fan Le abruptly stopped in his tracks, and the residual Astral Energy within him morphed into three Astral Arrows that streaked after Orfon.

"How dare you," a frigid glint shimmered in Orchon's eyes. He spurred his dragon horse onward, his long spear imbued with Astral Light, disintegrating the incoming Astral Arrows.

"You're treading on thin ice," Orchon growled as his long spear shot forward, aimed at Fan Le.

Fan Le's complexion drained of color as he leaped backward. The spear pierced the ground, causing violent tremors. Although it narrowly missed Fan Le, the spear's aftershock caught him, sending him tumbling.

"Fatty!" Qin Wentian's features tightened as he halted, confronting Orchon, who locked eyes with him. Orchon's voice turned icy as he admonished, "The purpose of this examination was to hunt demonic beasts. How dare you two attempt to harm your fellow examinees."

With that, Orchon threw a punch toward Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian raised his hand to deflect it, but the force proved overwhelming. The impact sent him skidding backward, unsettling his blood and Qi, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes burned with anger, accompanied by an unprecedented surge of murderous intent.

This time, Orchon had plotted to kill them while painting them as villains, distorting the truth.

"You've both gone too far," a cold, composed voice interjected. Mo Qingcheng approached, riding on the back of a Demonic Crane, her gaze fixed upon Qin Wentian and Fan Le.

Mo Qingcheng recognized Qin Wentian immediately, but she never could have anticipated his attempt to harm a fellow applicant during the examination. Had she known this might happen, she might not have intervened on his behalf earlier.

"Miss Mo, these two have acted audaciously. Shall we punish them here and now?" Orchon inquired.

"I don't wish to see humans killing one another. Release them, but I warn you, there should be no repeat of this," Mo Qingcheng sighed.

"Understood," Orchon responded with a respectful nod, then turned to Qin Wentian. "Today, I'll spare your miserable lives. Now, scram."

The tumultuous storm of Qin Wentian's Bloodline Limit gradually subsided. An icy resolve crystallized in his eyes as he turned his gaze toward Orchon and Mo Qingcheng. Surprisingly, he let out a bitter laugh.

"Well done, all of you," Qin Wentian's laughter carried a weight of disdain. He strode towards the injured Fan Le and inquired, "Are you alright?"

"This chubby fellow has a blessed life from the heavens. I ain't dyin' that easily," Fan Le grinned. "Brother, it looks like beauty doesn't automatically make a woman a goddess."

"Let's move," Qin Wentian shouldered Fan Le as they began to walk away. However, his voice was soon heard grumbling, "Fatty, you're seriously heavy."

As she watched the two forlorn figures depart, Mo Qingcheng's intuition told her something was amiss. Suddenly, a flash of white dashed past her. It appeared to be a snowy puppy.

"Why are you here?" Mo Qingcheng smiled. The snowy puppy gazed at her with solemn eyes before dashing off in Qin Wentian's direction. This action left Mo Qingcheng momentarily frozen; there was a hint of coldness in the puppy's expression.

Shortly after, the call of an eagle echoed through the sky as Luo Huan arrived. She observed Fan Le and Qin Wentian's desolate figures and simply remarked, "Mo Qingcheng, you've crossed a line this time."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Luo Huan, her eyes revealing a lack of understanding.

"His name is Qin Wentian, hailing from the Qin Clan in Sky Harmony City. He didn't even know Orfon, so why would he try to kill him? On the contrary, there are many who desire my Junior Brother Qin's demise." Luo Huan cast a cold glance at Orchon. Mo Qingcheng shuddered as she recalled Qin Wentian's forlorn silhouette and the puppy's chilling look.

A wave of unfamiliar pain washed over her heart.

"Have I made a mistake..." Mo Qingcheng stared at the receding figure, an indescribable emotion causing her heart to quiver.