Chapter 149: Yin-Yang Harmony Brings Rising Storms

Lin Xue felt a force of icy cold and extreme purity, like the clearest spring, gently cleansing every inch of her meridians. The originally bone‑chilling, often uncontrollable Profound Yin internal force now became warm, deep, and substantial, like the nine‑deep mysterious ice that has lain silent for billions of years, yet within that utter cold lay a faint, almost imperceptible thread of endless vitality, representing infinite possibility.

Even more remarkably, the two forces that were originally as opposed as water and fire, under the guidance and sorting of the inheritance energy, no longer repelled or clashed; instead they began to merge and flow in an extremely profound and harmonious way, like a Taiji diagram, forming a perfect yin‑yang circulation between his dantian and her qi sea.

Within yin lies a yang root, within yang lies a yin root; yin and yang aid each other, endless and ever‑cycling.

Their auras surged wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye! The once unbreakable bottlenecks, now as fragile as paper, were easily shattered by this fused new force like tearing through rotten wood; their strength underwent a qualitative leap.

Zhang Jun flung his eyes open; a sharp gleam flashed in his gaze and then vanished. He stood there, his aura restrained yet giving an impression of deep profundity and unshakable steadiness. He clenched his fists, feeling the surging, tumultuous power within him, yet completely under his control, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward involuntarily.

Lin Xue also slowly opened her eyes; the deep‑seated icy aloofness that had lingered for years faded somewhat, replaced by a hint of liveliness and depth, like a ten‑thousand‑year‑old block of ice finally showing signs of melting; her whole demeanor underwent a subtle yet captivating change.

In the flood of information pouring into their minds, they clearly found detailed records of the vicious witchcraft afflicting Liu San Ye, and… more than one way to eradicate it completely!

Also revealed were the true origins of the black jar 'primer' that Zhou Qian had painstakingly sought, and the far‑reaching scheme he hid behind it, far deeper than anyone imagined.

The inheritance ended. The dazzling light on the altar slowly faded, like a tide receding, returning to its ancient, silent appearance, as if everything that had just happened were merely a phantasmagoric illusion.

Yet the lingering air of extreme purity, the pool of black, foul‑smelling blood left on the ground where Zhou Qian fled in disarray, and the stark yet immensely powerful auras surrounding Zhang Jun and Lin Xue silently testified to how shocking and unbelievable what had just occurred was.

The layout of the underground space seemed unchanged—vast, empty, and chilly—but the tangled balance of power beneath the capital had been utterly shattered from this moment on.

Zhou Qian fled, gravely injured and full of resentment. Qin Yueyao and her Qin clansmen still stood dazed in place, looking at them with complex eyes—shocked, doubtful, and even tinged with a hint of apprehension.

Zhang Jun stepped to Lin Xue's side, reaching out to steady her shoulder as she swayed slightly. Feeling the icy cold within her that was no longer violent but now carried a hint of vitality, he relaxed. Lin Xue also lifted her gaze to him; the light in her eyes had withdrawn, yet the clarity and certainty she felt were unprecedented.

"How is it?" Zhang Jun asked, his voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.

"I understand now." Lin Xue said softly, her voice no longer drifting but carrying a settled calm, "Liu San Ye's illness, Qian's money, this altar… and ourselves."

She touched the strange pendant at her chest, then the azure crystal in her pocket. Both objects now lay still, as if they had fulfilled their purpose, yet also as if they were merely a beginning.

Zhang Jun also lowered his gaze to the bronze shard in his lap; it no longer heated, but the sense of it being linked to his bloodline grew deeper. The description of these fragments in the inheritance information stirred a tremendous upheaval in his heart.

"Zhou Qian won't let this go." Zhang Jun said in a low voice, his eyes sharp, "But for now… heh, he must first save his own life. As for the Qin side…" He glanced at Qin Yueyao, who immediately withdrew her gaze, her face returning to its blank expression, though shock still lingered deep in her eyes.

"They dare not act rashly now." Lin Xue interjected, her tone calm, "but they won't easily let us leave."

"Then we'll see." Zhang Jun grinned, showing a hint of teeth, his eyes shining astonishingly, "We're no longer the two insignificant nobodies who could be pushed around when we came in. Zhou Qian's debt will be settled properly, and Liu San Ye's matter also needs to be resolved completely."

The Qin clan's guards swiftly cleared the scene; a few wounded were helped to the corners for bandaging, while the rest stared like they faced a great enemy at the breach blown open by Zhou Qian, fearing that old thing might return.

Qin Yueyao stood where she was, taking a while to suppress her tumultuous feelings. She walked up to Zhang Jun and Lin Xue, her gaze sweeping back and forth over them, mixing shock, apprehension, and even a hint of her own unconscious curiosity about the unknown power.

"Mr. Zhang, Miss Lin," she said, her voice now carrying an indescribable solemnity more than before, "Thank you this time."

Zhang Jun didn't respond, merely shifting his stance to let Lin Xue lean more securely. He could clearly feel that the girl beside him, her Profound Yin internal force, had completely changed—no longer an uncontrolled chill that made one's teeth chatter, but like a warm piece of ancient jade, tranquil yet brimming with vitality.

His own dantian's pure yang energy, too, seemed to have been thoroughly washed, becoming heavy and solid; when it circulated it carried a sense of upright righteousness that sweeps away all gloom. The yin and yang forces, one each in him and Lin Xue, formed a wonderful resonance between them—smooth, fulfilling, endless. This feeling was nothing short of a rebirth.

"Miss Qin, you're too polite." Zhang Jun finally replied in a lazy tone, his voice showing no ripple, "It's mainly because that old bastard Zhou Qian is so hateful; we're just looking out for ourselves."

Lin Xue also gave a slight nod, her calm gaze settling on Qin Yueyao's face: "Miss Qin, things here should be settled; we're leaving."

Qin Yueyao's eyes flickered; she clearly hadn't expected them to be so decisive. After a brief pause, she forced a flawless sincerity onto her face: "You two have obtained the true transmission of the Medicine Sect—this is a tremendous fortune. This altar and the legendary medicinal cauldron are the supreme treasures of our Medicine Sect, and also the duty our Qin clan has guarded generation after generation. Now that they have seen the light of day again, the entire Qin clan is willing to take you as lords, heed your commands, and jointly protect the foundation of the Medicine Sect, restoring its prestige."

Those words were truly beautiful—she lifted them up while placing herself in the position of a loyal minister guarding her lord, intending to silently bind both sides together without a sound.