Chapter 414: Hun Yuan Xue Offends Others

Within the nebula, countless massive shadows flickered in and out of view.

There was a nine‑headed demon dragon wreathed entirely in demonic flames, pulling a war chariot forged from white bone, upon which fluttered a black banner embroidered with the character "Demon."

A colossal Kunpeng, its size blocking sky and sun, bore on its back a resplendent golden‑and‑jade celestial palace, its gates lined with innumerable powerful demon‑race elites.

Even more countless warships, flying vessels, and towers of varied designs, like fish darting across a river, swarmed and hovered throughout the nebula, each distinct from the others, their immense auras colliding and intertwining in the void, stirring visible ripples of space.

Inside the celestial vessel, the nine selected indigenous Heavenly Champions had already been reduced to pallor and trembling by the spectacular yet terrifying sight before them.

"Look over there."

Hun Yuan Xue's voice pulled Gu Yuan's thoughts back.

She pointed to a ferocious warship in the distance, its hull entirely forged from violet thunder crystals and surrounded by countless thunder serpents.

"Those are members of the Thunder Emperor Clan; the leader is named Lei Qianjue, the emperor's direct grandson, born with a sacred thunder spirit body. It is said he has opened ninety‑eight celestial veins, masters thunder techniques, is unrivalingly domineering, and is one of the most likely to seize the giant Dao Fruit this time."

Gu Yuan followed her pointing direction and saw on the deck of that thunder‑crystal warship a youth clad in violet battle armor, his violet hair whipping wildly, standing with arms crossed. In his eyes seemed two seas of lightning flickering; even a mere glance made the void shudder.

"And over there."

Hun Yuan Xue again pointed to the opposite side, a blue lotus platform formed from countless converging wind blades.

Upon the lotus platform sat a woman dressed in moon‑white palace robes, her face veiled in sheer gauze; her form drifted ethereally, as if she could ride the wind at any moment, leaving only a breathtaking silhouette.

"She is the divine lady of the Wind‑after lineage, Feng Lingyun. Though she appears detached from the world, she has slain eighty or ninety true‑immortal Heavenly Champions. Her wind blades can cut souls, sever cause and effect, are bizarre and unfathomable, and extremely hard to contend with."

Hun Yuan Xue's tone, for the first time, carried a hint of apprehension.

She proceeded to point out several more powerful and distinguished Heavenly Champions.

There was a Western Heaven Buddha Son bathed in Buddha light, with nine concentric halos sprouting behind his head.

There was a successor of the Supreme Sword Sect whose sword qi pierced the heavens, daring to storm the demon realm alone with just a single sword.

……

These individuals, without exception, are unparalleled demonic prodigies who have opened at least ninety‑five celestial veins, each possessing strength no weaker than hers.

Gu Yuan's gaze calmly swept over these future celestial pillars.

In his heart there was not a ripple of emotion.

"No matter how many celestial veins there are, what does it matter?"

"Without forming a world, they are ultimately just ants."

At that moment, the Hun family's celestial vessel slowly entered the heart of the nebula.

All factions' gazes converged in unison, several of them brimming with unabashed hostility and provocation.

"Xue'er… you're still so fragrant; even across billions of miles I can smell the alluring scent on you."

A soft, eerie voice came from the white‑bone war chariot pulled by the nine‑headed demon dragon.

A pallid hand lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a face stunningly handsome to the point of uncanny; he flicked his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and his gaze at Hun Yuan Xue was filled with unabashed possessiveness.

"The young master of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, Mo Wuxin."

Zi Qing Xuan also arrived.

She originally did not wish to come, but Gu Yuan insisted.

As for the means, Gu Yuan did not care.

At this moment she could only stand behind Gu Yuan, reluctantly transmitting a voice to introduce,

"This person is a madman, practicing the supreme demonic art of harvesting yin to supplement yang; he once boasted of taking Miss Xue as his one‑thousandth cauldron furnace, has been hunted by the Hun family for tens of thousands of years, and yet he still dared to come."

Hun Yuan Xue's phoenix eyes chilled, her face full of disgust and murderous intent: "Mo Wuxin, you filthy bug, aren't you dead yet?"

"How could I bear to die?" Mo Wuxin gazed at her obsessively, "I still wish to keep my life to savor you properly."

"Hmph, you're courting death!"

Before Hun Yuan Xue could react, another even more domineering, reckless voice erupted.

On a distant violet thunder‑crystal warship, a youth with wildly swirling violet hair, his eyes lightning‑sea flickering, stared coldly at Hun Yuan Xue:

"Hun Yuan Xue, I heard your third uncle died a gruesome death on the battlefield, his Dao Fruit shattered and fed to dogs. So, your Hun family truly has no one left, sending a delicate woman like you to die?"

"Lei Qianjue of the Thunder Emperor Clan."

Zi Qing Xuan's voice took on a hint of gravity,

"Miss Xue's arch‑rival, it is said, stems from a doctrinal dispute; their Dao clash has persisted since birth, each gaining victories and seeking to put the other to death,"

"Lei Qianjue, watch your dog's mouth!"

Hun Yuan Xue retorted without courtesy,

"Be careful, lest I tear it apart and shove it up your ass! Even my third uncle, however useless, is still better than that cowardly, still‑sequestered waste of the Lei family!"

"You!" Lei Qianjue roared, lightning crackling violently around him.

"Amitabha."

At that instant, a Buddhist chant rang out.

Not far away, atop a golden lotus platform formed of Buddha light, a handsome monk clad in moon‑white robes, a speck of vermilion at his brow, slowly opened his eyes.

Nine concentric halos sprouted behind his head, his countenance dignified, yet his gaze at Hun Yuan Xue carried an indescribable complexity.

"Honored benefactor, I hope you are well. The humiliation of that single move three hundred years ago haunts me day and night; today I am here to seek your instruction,"

Zi Qing Xuan's complexion changed completely: "Western Heaven Buddha Son, Jin Tuo Zi! He once vied with Miss Xue for a great immortal king herb, was defeated by her single move, his Dao heart damaged, and he sealed himself for three hundred years. It is said he has cultivated the Buddhist forbidden art Heart‑Demon Great Compassion Mantra, his power unfathomable!"

For a moment, the hostility of the three factions rose like three mountains, bearing down on Hun Yuan Xue alone.

Yet Hun Yuan Xue stood at the prow, her fiery red skirt rustling in the void; faced with the provocation of three equal‑rank Heavenly Champions, not a hint of fear crossed her face, only a scornful sneer.

"Even a defeated subordinate dares to bark? If you want to be my cauldron furnace, at least pee on yourself to see if you're worthy. And you, bald donkey, three hundred years ago I struck you down to the point you begged for mercy; today you dare return to embarrass yourself?"

She alone managed to berate the three unparalleled Heavenly Champions to the point of blood‑splattered disgrace.

"Enough, say a few words less."

A gentle voice sounded; atop the blue lotus platform formed of endless wind blades, the veiled woman slowly spoke.

Since everyone has already gathered, then according to the previous agreement, let's gather again in the inner region and open the Ascension Heaven Hall. Any grudges, once we enter the battlefield, there will be plenty of opportunities to settle them.

Her voice, as if carrying a strange magic, eased the tense, sword‑drawn atmosphere considerably.

"Hmph!"

Lei Qianjue, Mo Wuxin, and Jin Tuo Zi each let out a cold snort; although they said no more, their gazes locked onto Hun Yuan Xue grew icier, filled with killing intent.