Chapter 351: Soul of the Spirit Butterfly

At home, Ye Xinyu held her daughter, coaxing her back and forth. Her daughter was extremely unusual today, crying non-stop, and even refusing to eat when fed.

"Be good, let's go save Daddy together, okay?" Ye Xinyu said softly while holding her daughter.

The daughter in her arms seemed to understand Ye Xinyu's words; she stopped crying and began to giggle.

Ye Xinyu wrapped her daughter up well and resolutely headed out.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and more than ten figures had already appeared in the courtyard.

The leader was Li Zhongyi, ranked fifth among the Thirteen Taibao. His hands were stained with blood, clearly having fought his way here; several Shadow members had already fallen to the ground.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Ye Xinyu asked coldly.

"Is that Chen Yu's daughter in your arms?" Li Zhongyi gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes, what do you want?" Ye Xinyu held her daughter tighter in her arms.

"Heh, Chen Yu won't live past today. That bastard has been arrogant for so long, and today someone has finally come to deal with him." Li Zhongyi sneered: "Hand over his daughter, and I'll trade her for the Taibao Order."

"This is his daughter, and she is also my daughter. If you want the Taibao Order, go ask him for it. Taking advantage of someone's precarious situation, do you still have the face to say you are one of the Thirteen Taibao?" Ye Xinyu said angrily.

"I admit I can't beat Chen Yu, but he is too arrogant. Today, with a Martial Ancestor taking action, Chen Yu will surely be wiped out." Li Zhongyi laughed and reached out his hand: "Hand her over."

"Only over my dead body," Ye Xinyu said coldly.

"Then I'll grant your wish," Li Zhongyi shouted: "Take her."

Several men bowed and turned to rush toward Ye Xinyu.

A hint of chill erupted from Ye Xinyu's cold, clear eyes. Suddenly, she took a step back, holding her daughter with one hand, and slid her right hand over her head.

A hairpin fell, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall; three thousand strands of black hair draped over her shoulders.

A purple butterfly shadow suddenly flashed from her loose hair. The giant butterfly shadow spread its wings, covering a radius of ten zhang. Suddenly, the purple butterfly shadow dispersed, turning into countless purple light trails that shot out like sharp blades.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—accompanied by screams, more than ten people were sent flying. Li Zhongyi spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed into the wall with a thud.

The Spirit Butterfly vanished, and Ye Xinyu tucked her hair back, preparing to leave.

"Wait." A red shadow flashed, and Xie Hongyan appeared.

"Move aside, he is in danger," Ye Xinyu said coldly.

"Why must you get so worked up? The Spirit Butterfly is an Ancient Immortal Spirit Soul that the Heavenly Mandate Elder went to great lengths to tame. How can you use it so casually?"

Xie Hongyan furrowed her brows and added: "You and he have already separated; why do you care if he lives or dies?"

"He is my daughter's father. I must go save him. Even if it means death, I will die with him," Ye Xinyu said.

"Rest assured, he won't die," Xie Hongyan said: "How could the Purple Star Emperor Fate, personally fostered by the Heavenly Mandate Elder, be stumped by a mere Martial Ancestor?"

"But my daughter has been crying, and he is in danger," Ye Xinyu was startled.

"Just wait with peace of mind; this battle is also very important for him," Xie Hongyan said: "Go back."

"Are you sure he's alright?" Ye Xinyu felt slightly more at ease.

"Of course I'm sure. If something happened to him, I would only have suicide to apologize to the Heavenly Mandate Elder. Would I joke with my own life?" Xie Hongyan laughed.

Only then did Ye Xinyu set her heart at ease. The daughter in her arms had stopped crying and was happily playing with her own little hands. She turned around and carried her daughter back.

At the peak of Lone Peak, the battle was intense.

Countless maple leaves swirled around Chen Yu. He was covered in blood, gripping his sword Li Chen tightly, and looked up at Mu Chengcang in mid-air.

"You still won't admit defeat?" Mu Chengcang shouted.

"In this life, I will never bow my head to anyone again," Chen Yu roared. Suddenly, the flame tattoo on his arm lit up abruptly.

His heart felt a sudden chill, and a force surged from his dantian with a boom. His True Qi spread throughout his entire body like a flood breaking through a dam.

The Taixuan Sacred Purity Scripture, which had not broken through for a long time, finally achieved a breakthrough, reaching the first level. Chen Yu let out a roar, stood up abruptly, and thrust the Li Chen in his hand forward.

Hum—the maple leaves condensed around Mu Chengcang suddenly exploded. He felt the breath in his chest stagnate and could no longer hover in the air.

Thud—Mu Chengcang landed on the ground and retreated three steps.

"Deathbed struggle!" Mu Chengcang was furious. He roared, joined his right hand into a Sword Finger, condensed Qi into a sword, and slashed at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu's figure flickered, and he was already in front of Mu Chengcang. He put away Li Chen, likewise joined his fingers into a Sword Finger, and slashed forward.

"He broke through to the Martial Ancestor Realm."

Someone in the crowd exclaimed. Everyone stood up, watching Chen Yu in the arena.

Condensing Qi into a sword and using breath to injure people—things only a Grandmaster could do—Chen Yu had actually managed to do them as well.

Boom... The two exchanged palms and each retreated.

Chen Yu brought his hands together, joined them, and pointed a finger.

Sshhh... A white mist attacked. Mu Chengcang shouted, condensed his palms forward, intending to catch Chen Yu's finger.

But the white mist split into three, condensing into a sharp Sword Qi. Pfft, pfft, pfft—three sounds rang out as the three Sword Qi pierced through Mu Chengcang's body.

Pop, pop—the Sword Qi passed through his body, and the clothes on Mu Chengcang's back were torn with several fist-sized holes.

He groaned, retreated a few steps, and then looked at Chen Yu with an expression of shock.

"You lost," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Impossible, this is impossible." Mu Chengcang's expression was shaken; he had not yet recovered from the defeat just now.

"I am a Martial Ancestor. I have been famous for over twenty years. In these twenty years, I have sensed the Heavenly Dao above and realized the Dao Heart below. I have already touched the threshold of a Dharma Cultivator. You have only just broken through to the Martial Ancestor Realm; how could you possibly be my opponent? How is it possible?"

Mu Chengcang roared unwillingly. He was unwilling to accept this fact, and he could not accept this fact.

"You only touched the threshold of a Dharma Cultivator, while I... have always been a Dharma Cultivator." Chen Yu smiled: "Do you think a Dharma Cultivator is Martial Dao?"

"If you think so, then you are wrong, dead wrong. A Dharma Cultivator stands between heaven and earth, born by carrying the Heavenly Dao. Those who reach the extreme can Break Through the Void and never enter the Yellow Springs."

"You use insights from Martial Dao to comprehend the Heavenly Great Dao? You were already wrong. Martial Ancestor is the limit of your life; accept reality."

"Defeated? Mu Chengcang was defeated?"

Yu Lingxuan's mind was completely blank. This was a Martial Ancestor, and Mu Chengcang, who had broken through to the Martial Ancestor Realm over twenty years ago, was almost invincible in the world today.

But what was Chen Yu? By what right could he defeat Mu Chengcang in one blow?

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"Oh, that's right, I just said, you have a disaster of blood and gore." Chen Yu turned his head to look at Mu Chengcang and said, "Moreover, you have the strength of a Martial Ancestor in vain, yet you do not use this ability of yours to repay this world, so you are destined to have today's outcome; conduct yourself well."