Provoking Yao Yue—Death is the Only Salvation

Chapter 17: Provoking Yao Yue—Death is the Only Salvation

Translator: Krukist

As Wang Feng and his companions walked ahead, a glimmer of sharpness flickered in Li Hei's deep eyes. Without a word, he silently followed behind them.

Sensing Li Hei's presence, Wang Feng smirked but didn't immediately try to recruit him. There was no rush—he would deal with the Lingyun Sect's affairs first before slowly bringing Li Hei into the fold.

Chen Xin was in an incredibly foul mood today. As the chief senior disciple of Lingyun Sect, he had been publicly scolded by his father in front of the sect elders. His failure to break through to the Entering Sovereign Realm had left Lingyun Sect in an awkward position for the upcoming Demon Sealing Tournament, with no disciple strong enough to shoulder the sect's honour.

With several lackeys in tow, Chen Xin strode down the sect's main path, his entire being exuding a dark and oppressive aura. The disciples along the way instinctively stepped aside, unwilling to provoke his ire. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Chen Xin was in a foul mood, and none dared to challenge his temper.

"B—Brother Chen…"

A hesitant voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, only stoking his frustration further. With a loud smack, he slapped the offending disciple across the head.

"Useless! Speak properly or don't speak at all!" Chen Xin barked.

The disciple who had been struck dared not protest and instead pointed forward. "Brother Chen, look!"

Smack!

"Look at what? Who in this entire sect is even worth my attention?" Chen Xin sneered, delivering another slap.

But despite his words, he still followed the direction of the disciple's gaze.

In that instant, his expression froze. A sinister glint flashed in his eyes as his entire body trembled with excitement.

Such beauty…

Chen Xin's voice turned into an infatuated murmur. His eyes locked onto the graceful silhouette ahead, his entire world narrowing to nothing but that breathtaking figure. At that moment, no one else existed in his vision.

He straightened his robes, adjusted his expression into what he thought was a charming smile, and took large strides forward.

"May I ask where this junior sister is headed? I am Lingyun Sect's chief senior disciple. If you have any troubles, you may speak to me. As long as it concerns our Lingyun Sect, I can resolve it for you."

Wang Feng's expression twitched as he watched the pompous Chen Xin. This guy…does he have a death wish?

Beside him, the Great Demon Xuansha looked at Chen Xin with sympathy. Poor fool…He has no idea who he's provoking…

Slap!

Chen Xin's eyes remained fixated on Yao Yue, his gaze burning with undisguised desire.

But before he could even savour his imagined conquest—smack!

A delicate yet powerful hand struck him across the face.

Boom!

Chen Xin was instantly sent flying, his body crashing heavily onto the ground. The impact shattered the stone pavement, sending debris scattering in all directions. His once-handsome face swelled grotesquely, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Chen!"

"How dare you harm our chief senior disciple?"

"You're courting death!"

Chen Xin's lackeys only now recovered from their shock. Two of them rushed to his side, helping him up, while the others glared at Yao Yue with hostility. The air around them crackled with spiritual energy as they prepared to capture her.

"How…how dare you hit me…?" Chen Xin's words were barely intelligible as he struggled to speak through his swollen face, his rage burning even hotter.

Here, in Lingyun Sect, his word was law—no one had ever dared defy him. And yet, this woman had just humiliated him in front of everyone!

"Seize her! I want her to beg for death!" Chen Xin roared, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

His lackeys grinned maliciously and closed in on Yao Yue.

But before they could act, Wang Feng sighed and muttered, "If you can't hold back, then don't."

Even he shivered slightly at the bone-chilling cold emanating from Yao Yue.

These fools…they've sealed their fate.

Boom!

As Wang Feng's voice fell, an overwhelming frost burst forth from Yao Yue's body. The temperature in the surrounding area plummeted instantly, causing everyone to shudder involuntarily.

Without hesitation, Yao Yue raised her slender fingers and casually traced a few arcs through the air.

In an instant, streaks of light shot forth.

The advancing disciples froze in place, their eyes widening in shock. A breeze passed, and several heads rolled to the ground.

Thud!

Chen Xin, who had been seething with excitement just moments ago, collapsed onto his rear. But this time, it wasn't out of eagerness—it was pure, unbridled terror.

The disciples who had just been at his side…had been killed in an instant.

They weren't weaklings either; each had reached the Spirit Communion Realm. Yet they had perished so effortlessly that even Chen Xin himself hadn't realized when it had happened.

"You…you dare kill Lingyun Sect disciples?" he stammered, fear overriding the pain in his face.

Slash!

Before his words had even fully left his mouth, a thin arc of light flickered past his throat.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

Chen Xin's eyes bulged.

He wanted to speak, to scream, but no sound came. His body swayed before collapsing lifelessly onto the ground.

Impossible…I am the chief senior disciple of Lingyun Sect…I have a bright future…How could I die…?

Regret and disbelief filled his fading consciousness as everything plunged into darkness.

"He's dead?"

Gasps echoed through the crowd of onlooking disciples.

"She dared to kill Senior Brother Chen?"

"This is madness! The sect master will be furious!"

"This woman is courting death!"

Some disciples were outraged, while others trembled in fear. A few even looked at Chen Xin's corpse with satisfaction, as if his demise had relieved them of a long-standing grievance.

Among the crowd, several figures turned and bolted away in terror.

Yet, amidst the growing turmoil, Wang Feng and the Great Demon Xuansha remained completely unfazed.

Provoking Yao Yue…death is a mercy compared to what she's truly capable of.

Behind them, Li Hei's expression shifted. His gaze lingered on Yao Yue, flickering with a sharp light.

The outer edges of the Starry Mountain Range…actually hide such terrifying figures?

His profound cultivation senses had finally discerned Yao Yue's true strength.

"A Profound Sovereign Realm cultivator…" Li Hei murmured.

Such an existence should rule over a vast territory, not lurking in a minor sect's domain. Even the Radiant Sun Empire must tread carefully around a Profound Sovereign.

And yet, such a formidable powerhouse stood by Wang Feng's side like an attendant.

Li Hei's gaze deepened.

Could he be…a descendant of an ancient clan?

As he pondered, a thunderous roar suddenly shook the heavens.

"WHO DARES KILL MY SON?!"

The earth trembled as several figures descended from the sky, landing before Wang Feng's group.

Lingyun Sect's sect master, Chen Feng, strode forward, his eyes brimming with grief and fury. His massive frame radiated an oppressive might that caused space itself to shudder.

He gently stroked Chen Xin's lifeless face, his body trembling with sorrow.

"This was my only son…"

His sorrow turned to seething rage as he lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Yao Yue.

"WAS IT YOU?!"

A suffocating killing intent erupted from him, distorting the very air.

Yao Yue, however, remained indifferent, not even sparing him a glance.

Her arms remained folded as if the enraged sect master before her was no more than an ant.

"DIE!"

With a furious bellow, Chen Feng unleashed his full power—

Boom!

The battle was about to begin.

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