Chapter Sixty-Two: Soloing the Heroes

"You bunch of stinky old men, instead of enjoying your retirement, you come out here to flaunt your white beards..." She glanced at Huamingjun, "Oops, forgot you don't have one."

"Seeking death." She was about to strike, but Sun Wukong stopped her.

"No rush. Yun Chuxue is trying to provoke us with her cunning schemes."

"Yun Chuxue, I know your tricks. Suppressing your cultivation to the peak of the Saint Realm, hoping to provoke us into action. Dream on," Sun Wukong accused.

Yun Chuxue was speechless, cursing inwardly, "Idiot, I was already at the peak of the Saint Realm."

Moxi chuckled lightly, addressing Yun Chuxue, "Let me handle this. Your spiritual power is less than half now. If you want to borrow my power and claim victory, I can lend it to you, but you cannot die."

"Fine. Restore me to my original peak. I want to see if I can take on eleven opponents at the same level," Yun Chuxue agreed.

Moxi began channeling the power from her ring. Although not from this world, she had to adapt to the spiritual energy of the Tianling Continent to survive in her soul form.

Yun Chuxue felt a surge of power coursing through her. "Familiar sensation," she remarked.

With Snow Moon Sword in hand, Yun Chuxue rose into the air, pointing her sword at the crowd. She shouted, "I, Yun Chuxue, have returned. You all may leave now."

The words stirred up the crowd below, filling them with fear.

"What? Yun Chuxue has returned?"

"That voice just now sounded like her."

"It's not similar; it's her! Run!"

The spiritual masters below retreated, knowing a fierce battle was imminent. Wars between Spiritual Gods were no small matter.

The elders and holy elders all summoned their weapons, their eyes filled with anger.

"Yun Chuxue, return my grandson's life!"

"Yun Chuxue, you won't escape today!"

"Yun Chuxue, I'll tear you apart alive!"

"Yun Chuxue, die!"

...

The crowd rushed towards Yun Chuxue, who stood her ground. She unleashed the Bloodthirsty Fury technique, a move she previously could only use with the Overturning Sky Halberd. Now, without borrowing power, it was the result of her cultivation in the Fallen God Valley.

Instead of a mist of blood, frost surrounded her, utilizing the chilling power of the Snow Moon Sword to unleash the most powerful attack.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

From afar, the mist resembled a massive white cloud, within which only the sounds of spiritual weapons clashing could be heard, as Yun Chuxue fought alone against eleven opponents.

Sun Wukong wielded a battle axe, roaring, "Rage of the True Dragon."

With a roar reminiscent of a dragon's, his axe swung towards Yun Chuxue. Engaged with Longsun Shuangxiong and Baihui, Yun Chuxue managed to repel the two but was struck by the axe, sending her flying back hundreds of steps and dispelling the mist, her flowing hair cascading down.

Everyone suffered some sword wounds, panting heavily. Yuwen Zhantian, concerned, asked, "Is everyone alright?"

"We're fine. I can't believe how powerful Yun Chuxue has become. Even when facing all eleven of us, she's evenly matched. After hundreds of exchanges, there's still no difference in strength."

Sun Wukong was incredulous, as were the others. If they didn't kill her now, they would become a laughingstock, unless they used that power.

Seeing their disheveled appearance, Yun Chuxue laughed, "Is this all you've got? You're all old now. Enjoy your retirement."

Yuwen Zhantian roared, "Everyone, follow me. Let's kill this woman!"

Another battle erupted. Yun Chuxue employed the Tranquil Heart Sword technique, catching the opponents off guard. But then, Longsun Shuangxiong and Baihui managed to break through her defenses. With a desperate effort, Yun Chuxue unleashed her most powerful move:

"Yun Yin's Dance of Heavenly Sorrow."

The white and spiritual light from the Snow Moon Sword clashed with eleven different spiritual techniques, forming a massive multicolored sphere of light.

To their surprise, they found themselves evenly matched with Yun Chuxue in the clash of spiritual power.

As the colored sphere slowly approached them, Yun Chuxue thought she was about to win, but suddenly, she felt their spiritual power surge. They collectively struck her, sending her flying towards the edge of the formation. Yun Chuxue coughed up blood.

"How is this possible?" Yun Chuxue couldn't understand why their spiritual power suddenly surged.

Just moments ago, when Yuwen Zhantian and the others thought they were about to lose, they instinctively unleashed that power. Otherwise, they wouldn't have stood a chance against Yun Chuxue.

Struggling to her feet, Yun Chuxue reluctantly dismantled the formation to replenish her spiritual power. She stood up with difficulty, her body covered in dozens of wounds, her white clothes stained red with blood.

Yun Chuxue glared at the crowd weakly and said, "So, you've also cultivated demonic techniques."

"Oh? Is that so? So now you need this excuse for losing? Hahaha," the crowd laughed, but Moxi's tone in the Spiritual Sea had changed. She said coldly, "Yun Chuxue, it's my turn."

"Good."

Moxi tightened her grip on the Snow Moon Sword, soared into the air, and pointed it at the crowd. "I haven't failed yet. Care to try again?"

Yuwen Zhantian snorted coldly, "Bring it on. You're just a dying ember."

Moxi sneered at Yun Chuxue, "Watch closely, Yun Chuxue. This is what a real Dance of Heavenly Sorrow looks like."

Moxi began to gather her strength, pointing the tip of her sword towards the sky. Seeing this, the others joined in, unleashing their most powerful strikes with their remaining spiritual energy.

The white spiritual light from the Snow Moon Sword intertwined with eleven different colors of spiritual energy, forming a rainbow-colored beam.

To their surprise, they found Yun Chuxue's spiritual power to be incredibly strong. Yuwen Zhantian shouted to the others, "Everyone, use up all your spiritual power. We must kill this woman today."

"Understood."

Seeing their use of heretical techniques to enhance their spiritual power, a trace of coldness crossed Moxi's expression. Without expression, she struck with force, causing the ball of spiritual energy to explode. From afar, it was truly stunning.

The crowd stood trembling, spitting blood. They couldn't believe that even with their heretical techniques, they couldn't defeat Yun Chuxue. Frustrated, they looked at her.

As Moxi slowly descended to the ground, she addressed the crowd coldly, "Just you eleven?"

The surrounding spiritualists, watching from a distance, saw Yun Chuxue standing there while the elders and holy elders from the Seven Great Sects and Four Great Empires were trembling, some even half-crouched and unable to stand.

"How is this possible? One person against eleven?"

"Haven't seen Yun Chuxue in over a decade. How could her strength be so terrifying?"

"This battle has already proven it. Yun Chuxue is the strongest under the heavens. But still, hmph. She's still a degenerate."

"I wonder what the Supreme Leader thinks."

"Hahaha."

"Shh, the Supreme Leader is coming."

As the crowd laughed and chattered, Yushi stood in the air. The crowd fell silent as Yushi ignored them and flew over.

Seeing Yushi flying over, they quietly discussed who was stronger between Yun Chuxue and Yushi.

Yushi landed and looked at the elders and holy elders in their sorry state, then turned to Yun Chuxue.

With a cold look in her eyes, Moxi pointed the Snow Moon Sword at Yushi and asked, "What? Are you here to challenge me too? None of these eleven are my match. With my current strength, knocking you down wouldn't be a problem."

"Yun Chuxue?"

"It's me. What about it?"

Yushi initially thought Yun Chuxue was Suxue'er, but upon realizing it wasn't, he believed that the Yun Chuxue before him was indeed Suxue'er.

Yushi's expression softened. "How about this, Miss Yun Chuxue? I'll take these people away. Can I?"

"Take them away just like that? What do you take me, Yun Chuxue, for?" Moxi was somewhat angry.

Yushi chuckled softly, "Miss Yun Chuxue, consider this. While you can defeat these people, there are much stronger Spiritual Gods behind these forces. Haven't you thought about that?"

Moxi hesitated. Yun Chuxue felt a pang of sadness in the Spiritual Sea and whispered softly, "Let them go."

Moxi responded, "Just waiting for your word."

Looking at Yushi pleading for them, Moxi found it somewhat amusing. With a smile, she said coldly to the elders and holy elders, "You can leave. The next time we meet won't end like this, as you won't always have Yushi to rely on."

The observing spiritualists noticed the elders and holy elders leaving and began discussing what Yushi had said to Yun Chuxue.

Now, with only Moxi and Yushi left on the scene, after Moxi had recovered from her injuries using Clear Waters Raise Tides, she asked curiously, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Yushi didn't answer her, just staring straight at Moxi.

Moxi chuckled softly, "I'm leaving. You stay here."

Just as Moxi was about to leave, Yushi spoke up, "Could you help me with something?"

"What is it?"

Then, Yushi threw a pink box to Yun Chuxue, with the words "Suxue'er" written on it, and left.

After Yushi left, Yun Chuxue returned to her body. Looking in the direction where Yushi had left, tears filled her eyes. After leaving the scene, she found a secluded place and opened the pink box, which contained a necklace, bracelet, and anklet. They were all made of the finest cotton thread, giving a comfortable feeling when worn.

The necklace featured a snowflake-shaped pendant made of soft silver, with the character "world" written on the back. Similarly, the bracelet and anklet had the same design.

Yun Chuxue couldn't hold back her tears, holding the box half-kneeling there. "I'm sorry, Yushi, I'm sorry..."