Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 145

With a slash of his sword, the Cangyuan Sword dimmed, its energy fluctuating into silence.

“Return!”

Ye Junlin waved his hand and drew the flying sword back.

I have to admit, under normal circumstances, even a perfectly achieved Tribulation Stage cultivator would find it extremely exhausting just to activate a Magical Artifact, let alone reach this level.

It’s like a wobbly toddler trying to wield a heavy broadsword—how could they possibly manage?

But here’s the twist—there’s an oddball who handles it with ease!

All the Alien Races were wiped out, the crisis lifted.

The Wendaozong cultivators snapped back to reality, glancing at each other; if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they’d think it was just a dream.

In the Great Hall, everyone stood in shock.

That’s it? It ended that fast?

“Why are you all standing there?”

Ye Junlin said seriously, “Keep playing music and dancing!”

Saying that, his gaze landed on Fan Dezhen, and he rubbed his forehead in pain, feeling like his eyes had taken a billion hits. “Fan, what’s up with you? Better put on some decent clothes!”

Fan Dezhen snapped out of his daze, his face turning beet red in embarrassment as he hurriedly put on his robes and quietly returned to his seat, feeling like he was the only one completely wrecked by the incident, his heart feeling like it had been through a shredder.

Thinking of what that short, stout shadowy figure had done to him made him shiver in anger.

How was he supposed to face his fellow disciples after this?

That’s a serious question!

An Zizai cleared his throat, feeling parched. “Ye, do you carry a Magical Artifact with you all the time?”

Magical Artifacts are rumored to be supreme treasures only found in the annals of the cultivation world; even if they exist, they’re usually hidden in top-tier sanctuaries or ancient sects, not something one just pulls out casually!

But this young man actually brought one out and went on a rampage, completely illogical.

Scary!

Really, really scary!

Ye Junlin said, “Yeah, what’s the problem?”

An Zizai was thrown off.

By the sound of it, is this supposed to be a normal thing?

An Zizai found himself increasingly unable to figure out this young man.

No wonder his daughter was infatuated; it made sense!

After all, the key to attracting the opposite sex is mystery!

The deeper the sense of mystery, the more curious one becomes, ultimately falling into the trap.

An Miaoyi’s eyes sparkled with affection; the scene of Ye Junlin using his flying sword to wreak havoc had carved itself deep into her mind, impossible to shake off.

“Master is really…”

Li Wujie couldn’t find the words to describe that sword strike, all he could muster was the simplest two words, “So awesome!”

That’s the highest praise between men.

Swish, swish, swish—

Several powerful figures appeared in the hall, the same ones who had just emerged from the forbidden area, the Tribulation Stage experts.

Usually of high standing in the Wendaozong, they currently wore cautious expressions as they cupped their fists toward Ye Junlin, saying, “Thank you, fellow daoist, for your help.”

The intimidation from that sword left them trembling, a memory that would haunt them for life.

Ye Junlin waved his hand, “It was nothing. Since you’re here, just stay and eat.”

Anyone unaware would think he was the host here.

The experts exchanged glances, forced a smile, and cupped their fists again, “Then we’ll respectfully accept your kindness.”

An Zizai sighed, “After this battle, the crisis in Gongzhou has been resolved, and Ye’s reputation will soar to new heights, definitely surpassing Chen Xiao from the Yuhua Sect!”

“Hmph, what’s that Chen guy even worth? How’s he worthy of being compared to my Master?” Li Wujie scoffed.

Ye Junlin pretended to cough a couple of times, his face turning serious, “It’s just a name, really. I’ve never cared for fame.”

Upon hearing that, An Zizai and the others were even more impressed.

Only Hong Qianye, who knew his true nature, couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Oh, what a show!

And just like that, the celebration continued as everyone indulged in food and drink, their faces brimming with joy.

As if everything that had just happened was a mere figment of imagination.

After filling their stomachs, Ye Junlin let out a satisfied burp. Having secured his reward and enjoyed a lavish meal, it was time to get going.

The little boy transformed back into a Kunpeng, flapping his wings as he released a joyful call, stirring up mighty gusts of wind.

“Everyone, until we meet again.”

Ye Junlin waved his hand, striding away with style.

An Zizai led the Wendaozong cultivators, collectively sending Ye Junlin off.

“Young Master Ye…” Watching him retreat, An Miaoyi fell into a trance, feeling a hollow ache in her heart.

“Miaoyi, work hard. A man like that is the goal you should pursue, but be prepared; you might never catch up!” An Zizai sighed.

What could he do? Who told her to choose such a man!

An Miaoyi murmured, “I don’t need to match his pace; just being able to follow behind him and see him from afar would be enough.”

Countless male disciples behind her felt their hearts shatter.

Ouch! That hurt too much!

The goddess they had idolized had such humble feelings too.

But what could they say? After all, he was—

The God of Killing, Ye Junlin, a being that single-handedly cut through the ages.

So in everyone’s hearts, there wasn’t a hint of jealousy—only admiration and respect.

After the event.

As for the source of that celestial sword light, factions across the Eastern Domain were frantically investigating, and as the truth emerged, countless people shuddered in awe.

“What? Senior Ye single-handedly wiped out the Underworld Abyss army! More than a dozen Tribulation Stage kings were taken down on the spot!”

“This is too exaggerated—he must be a reincarnated sword immortal!”

“Word has it, he used a Magical Artifact!!”

“A Magical Artifact? How is that possible! He actually possesses such a supreme treasure?”

…

Whispers erupted everywhere, while Ye Junlin’s reputation soared, his previous slanders vanished without a trace.

As for Chen Xiao, news of his crushing defeat by the Kunpeng spread, and his reputation plummeted, earning him the title of the man soaked in a urine pit.

Yuhua Sect.

Due to the Saint Son’s disgrace, many disciples and elders were moping around, the atmosphere exceedingly oppressive and heavy.

In the back mountain, a secluded blessed land had been carved out, where an old man and a young man walked deeper inside.

This little world was devoid of day and night, lacking any vibrant life, overshadowed by an eerie stillness.

“Old Liu, what is this place?” Chen Xiao felt the chilling aura around him, uneasily asking.

Ever since discovering the Yuhua Sect’s higher-ups had betrayed the Human Race, colluding with the Underworld Beings, his faith took a massive blow, making it impossible for him to regard everything here with a straight face.

Old Liu replied monotonously, “Things have changed; I need to take you to meet some important figures.”

“Important figures?” Chen Xiao trembled all over.

At the end, a towering middle-aged figure stood, clad in the highest standard attire of the Yuhua Sect, his eyes sparkling like stars, exuding an immense aura.

“Sect, Sect Master.” Chen Xiao was startled, realizing even the Sect Master was here.

The Yuhua Sect Master nodded, “You are the only Saint Son in all generations who is qualified to come here.”

In the past, Chen Xiao would have been flattered, but now he just felt inexplicably uneasy.

What exactly was about to happen? Who was he going to meet?