Chapter 826: The Peerless Twins

Whoosh!

Inside the secret chamber, a wild wind swirled violently.

Yao Yue did not make the slightest movement, yet she was lifted up by an invisible force of Qi. Her body, which had been emitting a glowing jade light due to the circulation of the ninth level of Mingyu Kung, saw that jade light grow increasingly intense. The radiance was as bright and clear as a full moon over the sea; its brilliant luster left one's spirit agitated and one's eyes dazzled by its mystery.

Guided by a spark of spiritual light in the darkness, Yao Yue not only pioneered the tenth level of Mingyu Kung but also successfully stepped into this unprecedented realm. In that instant, she felt as if she had entered a brand-new world; her body became the bright moon, capable of resonating with heaven and earth in a single breath, yet also seemingly able to detach from this world at any moment and leap into a vast, expansive existence.

A moment later, that moon-like radiance began to dim, completely retracting into Yao Yue's body.

Yao Yue's eyes slowly opened, her gaze becoming increasingly calm and profound, carrying an air of indifference, as if there was nothing left in heaven or on earth that could cause the slightest ripple of emotion in her.

With a light tap of her toes and her robes fluttering, she stepped out of the secret chamber and the long secret passage like a fleeting shadow.

In the fading light of the setting sun, Yao Yue casually struck out with a palm. The strike appeared effortless, yet the tyrannical palm force swept outward; the trees in front collapsed in a row, and a ten-foot-tall rockery shattered with a boom.

Yao Yue nodded slightly.

A look of satisfaction appeared on her cold face.

When she was at the ninth level of Mingyu Kung, if she had exerted her full power, it was not necessarily impossible for her to achieve such might with a single palm.

But now, it was merely a casual strike.

"Yu Liancheng, you had best hope you do not fall into my hands. Back then, you made me serve as a slave and a maid; I must make you pay it back tenfold." Yao Yue let out a cold snort, though it was unclear what she was thinking, as a faint flush appeared on her cheeks. But soon, her eyes turned sharp again, and her expression was filled with chill: "Now it is time to find that good sister who bites the hand that feeds her. I shall see whether this position of First Palace Master belongs to you or to me."

Back then, Yao Yue and Yu Liancheng made a bet on whether Xiaoyuer and Hua Wuque would kill each other, and the stake was the position of First Palace Master.

Yao Yue lost.

Lianxing became the First Palace Master.

Although Lianxing did not bully her the way Yu Liancheng did, having the Yihua Palace Master, who had been arrogant and self-centered since childhood, bow and scrape still left her feeling resentful.

After summoning a maid to inquire, Yao Yue flew out like a fleeting shadow. With the enhancement of the tenth level of Mingyu Kung, her light-body technique was more than a notch above what it used to be. Before long, she stepped into a garden where a hundred flowers were in full bloom.

In Yao Yue's Perception, the flying flowers and falling leaves within the garden were reflected in her mind in vivid detail.

She had originally thought there was only Lianxing in the garden, but when she focused her gaze, she could not help but be stunned. Immediately, her face turned as cold as if covered in frost, and she said in a chilling voice: "Very good, very good indeed."

There were two people in the pavilion.

Although the Chessboard was there and the game had already been decided, Lianxing, who had lost the entire game, was already held firmly in Yu Liancheng's embrace. The two were disheveled, especially Lianxing, whose cheeks were flushed, her front collar messy, revealing her right shoulder and a glimpse of snowy-white skin. Her palace dress was bunched up, her silk stockings were gone, and one could see her calves and that pair of delicate, fair, bare feet.

The two naturally noticed Yao Yue. Lianxing, being thin-skinned, broke free from Yu Liancheng's embrace and smoothed her skirt, the blush not yet faded: "Sister, you have come out of seclusion."

Yu Liancheng rose unhurriedly and tidied himself slightly, a lazy smile on his face: "Palace Master Yao Yue, it has been half a year since we last met. Your grace and spirit are even better than before, and you have even cultivated Mingyu Kung to an unprecedented realm. Truly a joyous and congratulatory occasion."

Yao Yue's face was as cold and indifferent as ice and snow. Her voice was cold, detached, and made one tremble: "Today, not only have I achieved success in my divine art, but I can also wash away my past shame. It is indeed a joyous and congratulatory occasion."

Swish!

The next moment, Yao Yue's figure shot out like lightning.

Ever since she broke through to the ninth level of Mingyu Kung, she had the strength to fight the Yu Liancheng of that time.

Now that she had reached the tenth level of Mingyu Kung, she believed that even if she could not easily defeat Yu Liancheng, she could at least gain the upper hand.

Having seen this unforgettable enemy today, how could she restrain herself?

Boom! The energy surged and rolled. Although Yao Yue did not exert her full True Qi, it was still accompanied by wind and thunder, overwhelming and unstoppable. Everything within several yards was within the range of this palm. Who would have thought that this palm, capable of sweeping across the martial arts world and shaking the heavens and earth, would seem like child's play before Yu Liancheng?

"Yao Yue, your temper is still so irritable. Not good, not good." His figure was like willow catkins, light and airy. Merely brushed by the palm wind, he was already several yards away.

Yao Yue snorted coldly, her palm shadows flying as she struck out one palm after another.

Boom, boom, boom!!

The tyrannical palm force swept in all directions, and the stone pavilion was blasted into pieces. Amidst the flying dust, Yao Yue further circulated her Mingyu Kung. Her slender, fair hands emitted a radiance like the bright moon. Every move was like a great river's giant waves, fierce, domineering, and indestructible.

However, as Yu Liancheng's figure shifted, all the palm force missed, not even brushing the corner of his clothes.

"Hmph, I do not believe you can keep dodging."

Yao Yue's long hair danced, and her palm shadows flew. A full eighty-one palm strikes were imprinted in the blink of an eye. The air within a ten-yard radius felt like raging waves, continuously rolling and swirling under the impetus of the palm force. These palm forces did not strike straight ahead but changed unpredictably, twisting and spiraling, encompassing all directions, locking off all of Yu Liancheng's escape routes so he had nowhere to hide and nowhere to flee.

"You should be happy that I am dodging." Yu Liancheng did not move his body, his sleeves rolling like clouds, light and airy. The eighty-one palm forces were fused into one, like a thick wall, and then swept toward Yao Yue. The power was even greater than when it came, and everything in the path of the palm force was agitated: "Now that I am attacking, you should be twelve times more careful."

Yao Yue's expression sank slightly; her "Transferring Flowers and Grafting Jade" had no way to divert this wave of palm force.

But Yao Yue did not retreat; she had retreated too many times in front of this man.

A dark green short Sword appeared in her slender palm. This Sword was the divine weapon of Yihua Palace, Green Blood Illuminating Vermilion.

In the past, when Yao Yue fought Yu Liancheng, she had also drawn this Sword when she fell into a disadvantage while competing in palm force, but she was defeated in an instant. This was only because what Yu Liancheng was best at in the past was sword technique, especially the "Three Flawless Styles," which were nearly peerless skills, flawless and unblemished.

But now, in order to advance the tenth level of Mingyu Kung and defeat Yu Liancheng, she had looked at many sword manuals. She had even secretly left the palace and fought Yan Nantian twice, and her attainments in sword technique had also improved significantly. As the Vermilion Sword thrust out, the dark green sword light pierced through the palm force. Yao Yue exhaled lightly, but her gaze toward the traveler of the river boat became even more solemn.

"It seems you are feeling resentful again. Let us follow the old rules." Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, standing there calmly. Like the boundless ocean, like the clear, washed sky: "If you lose, you will honestly be a maid for me, working without complaint."

"Heh, if you lose, I will also make you be a maid for me." Yao Yue bit her red lips with her pearly teeth. No one knew what she was thinking at that moment, but soon her eyes were once again filled with coldness and murderous intent.

"A maid who serves you by bathing, dressing, and warming the bed? If that is the case, then I shall voluntarily admit defeat," Yu Liancheng said with a smile.

"Go to hell!" Yao Yue unfolded her figure, gritting her silver teeth, and attacked Yu Liancheng once again.