Chapter 736: Duel with the Peak Master

Immortal Cloud Sect.

The Nine Peaks Grand Competition venue.

The entire place was deathly silent.

From peak masters and elders down to outer sect disciples and servants.

Everyone was dumbfounded, eyes wide, unable to utter a single word.

Their gazes were, without exception, fixed upon Ye Lin.

Even the disciples who had already begun clashing on other arenas stopped in unison to look toward Ye Lin.

What did he just say?

"That night I had with the Sect Master that we can't talk about"?

Although Sect Master Fang Xitu was beautiful, ordinary people wouldn't even dare to fantasize about her.

She was a true titan of the cultivation world, quite famous across the entire Longevity Continent.

How could such a woman have a story she couldn't talk about with a mere disciple?

They had to admit, Ye Lin's appearance was top-tier, but with Fang Xitu's strength and status, what kind of man couldn't she find?

What the crowd didn't know was that Fang Xitu herself was currently looking completely bewildered.

When did she ever have a night with this brat that she couldn't talk about?

"You... and the Sect Master???"

Zhou Yanyan's usually ancient-well-calm face now revealed a trace of gossipy curiosity.

But the next second, as if sensing something, Zhou Yanyan suddenly raised two jade-white fingers.

"Righteousness hidden in the heart, the sword emerges to suppress the universe!"

In an instant, the time and space around them seemed to freeze.

An illusory longsword condensed behind Zhou Yanyan, its blade reflecting her cold, sharp face.

Frozen along with it were several flying swords that had been about to strike her.

Zhou Yanyan glanced at those flying swords, a trace of lingering fear flashing in her beautiful eyes.

If she didn't possess a pure sword heart, dedicated solely to the sword, and wasn't extremely sensitive to the aura of swords, she would have been turned into a sieve by those flying swords by now.

"You named your flying swords 'That night I had with the Sect Master that we can't talk about'?" Zhou Yanyan couldn't help but ask.

"What? Is it against the law?" Ye Lin retorted righteously.

As soon as he spoke, the entire Immortal Cloud Sect fell into silence once more.

Everyone had originally thought that Ye Lin had actually done something with Sect Master Fang Xitu.

They hadn't expected that it was just Ye Lin being completely shameless.

Is this kind of sword name even something a human could come up with?

Jun Chuanxiong covered his face in agony and explained to Fang Xitu.

"Sect Master, although Ye Lin's sword path was taught by me, these sword names are entirely his own ideas; they have nothing to do with me!"

If he could, Jun Chuanxiong wouldn't even want to admit he had taught Ye Lin.

He, Jun Chuanxiong, practiced the Heavenly Dipper Haoran Sword Art; he had been upright and honorable his whole life, with a clear conscience.

Yet he had ended up teaching a disciple who named his sword "That night I had with the Sect Master that we can't talk about"—to put it bluntly, this was a stain on his late-life reputation.

"Peak Master Jun, rest assured, I understand your character," Fang Xitu said with a bitter smile.

Zhou Yanyan took a deep breath, her gaze toward Ye Lin filled with disgust.

"So you are the disciple Master spoke of, the one who walked onto a crooked path."

Clang!

An ancient-looking sword appeared in Zhou Yanyan's hand.

On the blade were spiral crystal patterns, with veins connecting all these crystals together, looking seamless, as if the sword had grown directly from the earth.

"My natal sword is named 'Dust of the Chen Chen Cangmang Expanse'."

"A sword practitioner should have a righteous heart that is indomitable and relentless in eliminating evil. No matter the circumstances, one must never lose the courage to draw their sword uprightly. Your path is crooked."

The moment 'Dust of the Chen Chen Cangmang Expanse' left its scabbard, the swords in the hands of many Immortal Cloud Sect disciples began to hum in resonance.

Ye Lin's gaze couldn't help but tighten.

The 'Dust of the Chen Chen Cangmang Expanse' in Zhou Yanyan's hand was clearly no lower in grade than his Bronze Dragon Pulse Cauldron; it was also a Post-Heaven Supreme Treasure!

"No wonder so many people want to be sword practitioners."

Ye Lin couldn't help but sigh. Putting everything else aside, the aura of a sword practitioner was indeed high-class.

"If you surrender now, it's not too late." Zhou Yanyan said softly.

"You want me to surrender so you can keep my original paint job? But I'm not some 'Lung-Fog Lightning-Fire'; come on then."

Ye Lin took out the Bronze Dragon Pulse Cauldron. Since the sneak attack hadn't worked, he had no choice but to fight head-on.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

As soon as Zhou Yanyan finished speaking, a beautiful sword-qi lotus bloomed at the tip of her sword, containing extreme danger.

The sword intent condensed into a gale; even before the attack arrived, it made Ye Lin's skin prickle with pain.

"Forbidden Spell: World-Extinguishing Wild Thunder!"

Dark clouds rolled in, like the descent of night.

Under Ye Lin's activation, the patterns on the Bronze Dragon Pulse Cauldron lit up, echoing the muffled thunder in the sky.

In an instant, a terrifying bolt of lightning poured down, landing on the Bronze Dragon Pulse Cauldron.

Ye Lin, shrouded in a sky full of lightning arcs, smashed down toward the sword-qi lotus!

Boom!

The moment the Bronze Dragon Pulse Cauldron collided with the sword-qi lotus, all the formations on the arena lit up, yet the arena still developed countless cracks.

The sword-qi lotus shattered under the bombardment of the Bronze Dragon Pulse Cauldron, which was wrapped in a sky full of lightning; countless sword-qi pierced through Ye Lin's body.

Zhou Yanyan's gaze was cold, her sword momentum like a rainbow, and she pursued the victory.

The veins and patterns on her 'Dust of the Chen Chen Cangmang Expanse' were all lit up, and the majestic sword-qi even formed a terrifying beam of light.

The Haoran sword-qi tore the lightning apart; before this sword was even swung, the sky full of dark clouds melted away like residual snow meeting the scorching sun.

"Senior Sister Zhou Yanyan has at least practiced the Heavenly Dipper Haoran Sword Art to the third level, right? What terrifying sword intent!"

The sword-practicing disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect couldn't help but be horrified.

Only those who practiced the sword could clearly feel how terrifying Zhou Yanyan's strike was.

Even Jun Chuanxiong couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

His disciple possessed a Heavenly-grade single Metal Spirit Root and a pure mind; she was simply born to practice the sword.

The sword strike, like a beam of light, was swung in an instant, and the air emitted a sound of tearing fabric, unable to withstand the terrifying sword intent, forming a vacuum sword scar.

"Green Peak Clears the Clouds to See the Sun, Sword Heart Illuminates the Mountains and Rivers!"

Facing this unstoppable strike, Ye Lin's expression was also extremely solemn.

"In that case, I won't be polite either. Eat my move: 'Electric Scooter Drills into Grandma's Quilt', followed by my move: 'Wild Fermented Bean Curd Fried Dough Stick Extreme Jump off a Building'!"

Ye Lin threw out a stack of explosive tags, performing a "Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags" maneuver.

A terrifying explosion soared into the sky, yet Zhou Yanyan didn't take this attack seriously at all.

This level of explosion couldn't defeat her.

But at that moment, Jun Chuanxiong's exclamation suddenly came from above.

"Yanyan, be careful! That little bastard soaked his explosive tags in powerful paralytic poison!"