Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 597

Han Qiujian is incredibly strong, a true master in the Sword Path, ranking among the top Immortal Emperors in the Immortal Realm.

Too bad he ran into an even more monstrous being.

Not only does this guy possess perfected Sword Intent, but he also has the Invincible Sword Heart backing him up, allowing him to unleash an unmatched supreme Sword Technique of the Immortal Path.

Given this context, it’s no exaggeration that Ye Junlin defeated him using just two fingers!

In the sky, Ye Junlin flickered and reappeared at the head of the banquet table, declaring:

“Everyone, after this battle, the Tengu Tribe will no longer be disturbed; you are completely safe now. This is a brand new beginning!”

His clear voice resonated like iron, echoing across the land, infused with a persuasive power.

In the Tengu Tribe’s territory, there was first a moment of silence, followed by an eruption of jubilant cheers.

Countless young men and women cheered joyfully, their faces radiant with happiness, their eyes shining bright with dreams of a better future.

Many elderly folks, weathered by time, were overwhelmed with emotion, shedding tears of joy; their generation had finally seen the light!

“I, on behalf of the Tengu Tribe, thank Ye Junlin for his great mercy!”

The Old Clan Leader’s eyes brimmed with tears as he almost dropped to his knees to pay respects, but an invisible force held him up, preventing him from sinking even a little. He felt deeply moved, his admiration for Ye Junlin growing even stronger.

Ye Junlin waved his hand, saying, “No need for that. I only looked out for you a little. From here on out, the path is yours to tread; whether it’s blessing or misfortune, you must bear it yourself.”

He had done what he needed to do; whatever happened to the Tengu Tribe from now on was their own business.

“Our Tengu Tribe will remember the teachings of Ye Junlin!” The Old Clan Leader bowed his head gratefully.

This was a moment worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Tengu Tribe, a major turning point that would be remembered for generations to come.

“Hmm.”

Ye Junlin picked up a berry, took a bite, and juice splattered everywhere, the flavor lingering deliciously on his lips.

With the moon shining and stars flickering, the revelry of the banquet continued, soon reaching a climax.

Men, women, and children joined hands, dancing around the bonfire, singing songs unique to the Tengu Tribe.

“Woof woof woof woof~ woof woof woof~ woof woof woof woof woof~!!!”

The rhythmic barking echoed from all around, brimming with fervor.

Seeing this, Ye Junlin couldn’t help but feel frustrated. What in the world were they singing? It was just barking!

Oh well, I suppose respecting cultural differences is key!

The Old Clan Leader, caught up in the excitement, quietly leaned over to Ye Junlin, saying:

“Ye Junlin, this song is quite simple; you can join in too! I’ll teach you the grammar of barking!”

Ye Junlin was left speechless.

What gave you the impression I was interested?

I helped you out big time, and now you want to teach me how to bark?

If it weren’t for the Old Clan Leader’s earnest demeanor, Ye Junlin would’ve suspected he was joking.

“No thanks, just keep singing your own songs.”

Ye Junlin resolutely declined the kind offer.

“Alright then…”

The Old Clan Leader’s expression dimmed, feeling a bit disappointed.

He really wanted to sing a passionate, melodious tribal song with the famous Ye Junlin, titled “Tengu Legend”!

But since Ye Junlin wasn’t keen, the Old Clan Leader had no choice but to find someone else to sing with.

And so it went.

The group kept barking away until dawn broke.

In the early morning, the bright bonfire extinguished, leaving a trail of smoke.

Led by the Old Clan Leader, all the men, women, and children came to bid farewell to Ye Junlin and the others.

“Little Black, will we meet again?” Gou Qianyi asked, her eyes red and unwilling to part.

The Great Mushroom King nodded, “Yes! You are my good friend! I’ll come back to visit you!”

Finally, Gou Qianyi broke into a smile, “That’s great! Here’s a little gift for you. Please accept it.”

In her hand lay a jade-like bone, glimmering with a lustrous sheen, tied with a red string in a bow.

The Great Mushroom King froze for a moment, feeling quite surprised; it was the first time a girl had given him a gift.

The way it looked was… well, a bit unique…

But considering her essence, the Great Mushroom King felt more understanding.

“‘Little Black,’ you should accept it. After all, it’s the sentiment of a young lady,” Canglang Jun said with a chuckle.

The Great Mushroom King scratched his head, taking the bone with a bashful expression. “Thank you, I’ll keep it safe.”

“Hmm.” Watching this simple, earnest boy, Gou Qianyi felt a flush of shyness in her eyes.

Gou Ziqing noticed his sister’s abnormality, internally sighing.

How could he not understand his sister’s feelings?

But the gap was just too large; he could only hope she would come to terms with it and not hold too tightly onto her budding feelings.

“Everyone, we’re off!”

Ye Junlin, with the Great Mushroom King and Canglang Jun, embarked on their journey to Qingqiu.

“We will humbly see off Ye Junlin!!!”

As they watched the departing figures, the Old Clan Leader and the others shed tears, bowing in unison, their voices echoing through the sky, resounding beyond the clouds.

…

Recently, the West Ze Immortal Domain had been quite unstable due to a shocking rumor that spread, involving the infamous Han family.

It was said that the head of the Han family, Han Qiujian, had an intense clash with the newly appointed North Cold Immortal Lord, only to be defeated by the Immortal Lord using just two fingers, admitting defeat on the spot, feeling inferior!

At first, the cultivators were reluctant to believe this, after all, who was Han Qiujian?

A transcendent being who had mastered the Sword Path, known as the Wind Thunder Sword Emperor, his reputation echoed throughout the Immortal Realm as a leader in the hearts of sword cultivators.

For someone of that stature to be defeated by merely two fingers? No way!

Although the one who did it was the recently rising Ye Tian Emperor, the newly appointed Immortal Lord of the North Cold Immortal Domain, they still found it difficult to accept—it seemed unbelievable.

This was a grave matter. If it was just a rumor, various forces would need to investigate thoroughly, especially since it involved two Immortal Emperors.

To their surprise, the man in question, Han Qiujian, stepped forward, publicly declaring everything was true.

He even said that the Immortal Lord simply used his fingers as a sword to easily overpower him, and he was completely convinced by the loss.

Once this statement was made.

The West Ze Immortal Domain erupted in chaos.

Public opinion swirled around this incident.

Several big shots, who were also Immortal Emperors, were stunned by Han Qiujian’s testimony.

They knew very well how terrifying the combat prowess of the ever-proud Wind Thunder Sword Emperor was.

Among the Immortal Emperors, he was undeniably one of the top-tier strongmen!

And yet, he had still fallen at the hands of the Ye Tian Emperor, subdued with just two fingers.

What does that even mean?

Just the thought of it sent chills down their spines, giving them a new understanding of the Ye Tian Emperor’s strength.