Free Web NovelChapter 310: Chapter 309: The Clash Begins
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Piaomiao Peak was a sea of people. Countless Registered Disciples and servant disciples packed the entire mountain.
Today, Jin Ming wore a brand-new white uniform of a Registered Disciple. His eyes were exceptionally bright, and he stood ramrod straight, staring ahead as if he had just performed a ritual of bathing and burning incense.
The group from Luocheng Ancient Country looked on in surprise. They had never seen Jin Ming so serious before. Even when he had first entered the Celestial Profound Sect, Jin Ming had been wearing tattered clothes, looking lazy and completely nonchalant.
Guo Jie stood in the crowd, her gaze fixed on the dashing, white-robed man standing tall in the center. Beside her stood another man of peerless good looks—Ying Tian.
Ying Tian murmured, "I imagine, with Yu’s cultivation, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to defeat Wen Qingye if he weren’t suppressed by the Four Extremes Ten Thousand Life Array."
Guo Jie nodded, her eyes fixed on the scene before them. "I believe in Yu," she said with a smile. "He won’t fail."
Ying Tian’s lips parted as if to speak, but he held back, ultimately just sighing to himself and saying no more.
Wei Shuang’Er pouted as she looked into the distance. "Little Monkey, who do you think is stronger? Wen Qingye or Yu?"
Little Monkey stroked his chin, pondering for a moment before saying with a serious expression, "The way I see it, Wen Qingye understands the Inference Skill of arrays. He seized the initiative that day inside the Four Extremes Ten Thousand Life Array, while Yu was constrained at every turn. But things are different now. Without the array, I think Wen Qingye’s power will be greatly diminished. Besides, Yu’s cultivation is just too high. So, eight times out of ten, Yu will be the one to win."
Standing alone high in the distance, Qin Wuya kept his eyes fixed on Piaomiao Peak. He chuckled and said, "Why isn’t Qingye here yet? That kid, he just loves to be dramatic."
Perhaps it was because Wen Qingye hailed from a minor country yet possessed such a strong character, but Qin Wuya held him in extremely high regard.
Suddenly, Yu’s eyes lit up as his gaze fell upon a figure in the distant crowd.
There was Wen Qingye, clad in white robes, his eyes clear and bright. He walked toward Yu as a gentle breeze stirred the hem of his clothes and strands of his hair.
"Senior Brother Wen is here!"
"Senior Brother Wen is here! He’s here!"
An irrepressible cheer erupted from the crowd, echoing to the heavens. People pumped their fists in the air, shouting in excitement.
"Wen Qingye! Hahaha, you came after all!" Yu laughed as he watched Wen Qingye approach.
Wen Qingye said nothing, simply looking at Yu as he slowly drew his sword.
SHIIING!
The clear ring of the blade echoed across the summit. Though just a faint sound, it carried the unstoppable might of a tiger’s roar and a dragon’s cry.
Yu’s smile vanished. "Defeat me," he said. "Defeat me, and I’ll tell you about the grudge between me and Guann Xuan."
The moment Yu finished speaking, the temperature plummeted. Crystalline white snow began to drift down from the sky, and a frigid air filled the space, assaulting everyone’s senses.
"Fine. You can make the first move," Wen Qingye said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he faced Yu.
The crowd saw him lunge, charging swiftly toward Wen Qingye.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Atop Piaomiao Peak, high among the clouds, a brilliant radiance suddenly began to flicker, like an illuminated starry sky or a bizarre, fantastical world.
"Wen Qingye, your talent isn’t bad. But you clearly don’t understand the immensity of the world. Today, I’ll teach you. I’ll show you that your so-called strength is utterly insignificant! Frigid Tempest!"
A gale erupted on the peak, carrying an endless, frigid current as it surged toward Wen Qingye. The immense pressure from the palm strike was overwhelmingly powerful.
The boundless blue light reflected in Wen Qingye’s eyes. The fluctuating cold energy created an illusory effect, making it hard to discern what was real. He knew that hidden within was Yu’s killing blow.
’There’s no denying it,’ Wen Qingye thought. ’When Yu unleashes his full power, he’s much stronger than he was in the Four Extremes Ten Thousand Life Array.’
Wen Qingye straightened his posture, and a supreme aura seemed to pierce the heavens. The sword in his hand pulsed with a brilliant golden light, so intensely sharp that the onlookers’ eyes stung after a single glance, and they dared not look again.
"Sword Emperor Technique, First Form! Proud Sword!"
He swung his sword in a level slash, and a golden, sky-piercing Sword Aura surged rapidly toward Yu. The Sword Aura was incomparably sharp, as if it could sunder anything in existence.
Seeing this, Yu gritted his teeth and thrust his palm forward. The surroundings grew even colder; the very breath from people’s lips instantly turned to streams of frost.
Amidst the fluctuations of frigid energy, a giant palm, seemingly formed of shattered ice, shot straight toward Wen Qingye.
The cold spread!
The crowd felt a throbbing ache begin in their very organs.
BOOM!
With a violent clash, brilliant gold and silvery-white light exploded outward. A tremendous roar echoed as several onlookers were thrown backward.
The very clouds in the sky were blasted away from the epicenter. The strange phenomenon was visible even from miles away.
Yu took a deep breath, his heart reeling. That single exchange had shown him just how formidable Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship truly was.
A fierce wind whipped around Wen Qingye, making his robes flutter. He held his One Thought Sword at a slant, an imposing air about him. A single drop of blood trickled down the blade, but he wiped it away in an instant, unnoticed by anyone.
’This Yu’s Primordial Qi is incredibly dense,’ Wen Qingye thought. ’It seems winning today won’t be easy.’
"Wen Qingye... he actually fought Yu to a standstill? With his cultivation at the Peak of the Fifth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm, against Yu’s at the Peak of the Seventh Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm?" Wei Shuang’Er cried out in astonishment.
Little Monkey was also stunned. He hadn’t expected Wen Qingye to be so powerful. One had to understand that Yu’s strength was anything but ordinary; even at the Seventh Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm, he could fight against a common master of the Eighth Heaven.
"These two are just too strong."
"Wen Qingye is the real once-in-a-generation genius. If his cultivation weren’t a little low, who in the same realm could possibly take a single blow from him?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, full of awe and amazement.
Far off, hiding in a corner, Nie Shuang watched Wen Qingye, a deeply complex emotion in their eyes.
"Again!"
Yu roared. The muscles on his back bulged and his clothes billowed as he threw his left fist. Carrying titanic force, the punch shot toward Wen Qingye’s face, erupting with Powerful Qi.
The Fist Force was sheathed in a biting cold that seemed capable of freezing a person’s very soul.
BANG!
Wen Qingye dodged, and the frigid energy slammed into the air behind him.
KRAK!
The very air seemed to shatter like ice, breaking into beautiful, crystalline fragments that fell to the ground.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Yu’s body moved like a bolt of lightning as he threw another punch at Wen Qingye.
This time, Wen Qingye did not retreat. With a flourish of his wrist, his sword danced, creating flashes of light that converged into a single point. The tip of his blade aimed directly at Yu’s fist.
POP!
Yu felt the Powerful Qi surrounding his fist get pierced through. He immediately retreated. Although Wen Qingye had relied on the sharpness of his One Thought Sword, he still felt the explosive power of Yu’s Primordial Qi. A tremor ran through his body, and he too was unable to press the attack.
In his entire life, Yu would only ever acknowledge one true rival: Wen Qingye. Even after he later encountered the monstrous prodigies of the Taiyi Pavilion, it was Wen Qingye who remained his sole equal in his heart—all because of the battle they fought this day.
