Chapter 7

**Early morning.**

*Snap!*

Another low-grade spirit stone turned to ashes, the spiritual energy it contained completely absorbed by Ye Yun, circulating ceaselessly through his meridians.

"Senior Brother Ye, hurry up and leave."

Suddenly, a somewhat immature voice filled with urgency sounded in Ye Yun's ears.

A thin figure ran over, and Shen Mo appeared in his courtyard.

"Shen Mo, why are you here?" Ye Yun's mind raced. Although he asked this, he had already guessed what had happened.

Shen Mo's youthful face was covered in sweat, his anxious expression indescribable, and he was slightly out of breath. "Liu... Liu Yu is here."

"Sure enough, he's come!"

Ye Yun showed no panic, but instead smiled.

If Liu Yu had come a few days earlier, he might have had to flee hastily. But now, he had been given enough time to cultivate. His realm in the Body Tempering stage was already stable, and he had absorbed six spirit stones. After being refined by the strange black and white light, he was confident that his strength had surpassed Liu Yu.

With far superior strength, even if his martial techniques were inferior, he could still fight!

"Senior Brother Ye Yun?"

Seeing Ye Yun's expression of joy rather than fear, Shen Mo was stunned.

Could it be...

"Stand aside in a moment to avoid getting hurt."

Ye Yun smiled at his youthful face and walked straight out of the courtyard.

"Ye Yun, very good, you're really here."

From a distance, several figures shot over, their voices preceding them.

Liu Daolie's voice came from afar, and then the figures were right in front of them.

Beside him, in addition to several miscellaneous disciples, there was a young man in a white robe, with a broad forehead, sword-like eyebrows, and star-like eyes, extremely handsome, and with a demeanor of ease and grace. However, his eyes were too cold and proud, as if the miscellaneous disciples he saw along the way were no better than pigs and dogs.

"Uncle Liu Daolie, it's been a long time since we last met." Ye Yun knew that the man must be Liu Yu from Tianzhu Peak, but his expression didn't change. He just looked at Liu Daolie and said this calmly.

"Ye Yun, you stole your senior's spirit stone, violating the rules of the sect. No one can save you today."

Liu Daolie narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly, then turned to look at the young man and said, "Senior Brother, this is the one."

This young man in white was naturally Liu Yu. He didn't even look at Ye Yun, just said indifferently, "Hand over the spirit stone, sever your arms, and I will spare your life."

"Very well, very well."

Ye Yun laughed in anger.

Liu Yu, who usually acted as Liu Daolie's backing, must have done countless evil deeds. Though it was their first meeting, Ye Yun's hatred was intense.

*Whoosh!*

His body seemed to move only slightly, but in an instant, he was in front of Liu Daolie.

*Boom!*

Liu Daolie screamed and flew backward, blood gushing from his mouth, blooming in the air and splattering the ground.

"You!"

The several disciples beside Liu Daolie screamed in shock.

They hadn't even seen Ye Yun's movements clearly. Compared to a few days ago, Ye Yun seemed even stronger. What shocked them even more was that Liu Yu was right behind them.

Ye Yun had dared to strike hard in front of Liu Yu.

Shen Mo, who was behind Ye Yun, was completely stunned. Ye Yun's actions were no longer just reckless, but truly risking his life.

"Why is it always me?"

Liu Daolie, who had fallen to the ground with a scream, was indescribably frustrated. Ye Yun was clearly challenging Liu Yu, so why did he first strike him?

"You... You have a lot of nerve!"

Liu Yu's eyes were cold like knives, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

Ye Yun looked at him with a cold smile, saying nothing, just slightly tilting his head.

Just now, when he punched in front of Liu Yu, the fearless aura in his heart had grown even stronger. Now, Liu Yu's demeanor seemed completely pretentious and ridiculous to him.

Liu Yu was stunned.

His face instantly turned cold.

To the miscellaneous disciples of Tianzhu Peak, they were like ants, but this ant dared to act so arrogantly!

"You must die today!"

"I don't even have the interest to put you in the Spirit Beast Tower."

A vast power burst from his fists, his entire body seeming to emit a current, making him float upward.

The true cultivation techniques of a cultivator were completely different from the basic cultivation methods of the miscellaneous disciples. Even if he was just a Fifth Stage Body Tempering outer sect disciple, the aura he emitted was entirely different from that of the miscellaneous disciples.

The miscellaneous disciples only cultivated basic techniques to ensure their cultivation progressed slowly. Once you became an outer sect disciple, you could choose from many more cultivation techniques, including those that cultivated the mind and enhanced the soul. After cultivating these techniques, the aura you emitted would carry a subtle pressure, making it difficult for opponents of lower cultivation to fully exert their strength.

Ye Yun felt a tangible killing aura spread through the air. Although it couldn't directly cause harm, it made him feel a subtle pressure, as if the spiritual energy in his body was being suppressed.

The pressure condensed in the air, slowly enveloping him, even covering Shen Mo behind him.

Shen Mo trembled all over, his breathing becoming heavy, his face turning red. This无形的压力让他根本无法承受。

“杂役弟子是尘世少年万选其一，但万名杂役弟子之中也最多只能出个数名，成为往上诸峰的弟子，享受一些世上没有的灵药，获得一些修仙的手段，多享些寿元。你们和我们之间，本身便是蝼蚁和苍鹰的区别。”

刘玉显然看到了叶云脸上出现的微妙变化，顿时冷笑连连：“连你们这样的人都想挑战我的威严？”

“叶云，你死定了！”好不容易从地上坐起的刘道烈眼中闪过快意的寒光。

眼下只是刘玉释放出的一丝威压，叶云就有些难以抵挡，上方诸峰……哪怕只是天烛峰这样的外门，和农夫一样的杂役弟子还是相差太过巨大。

四周，这一峰的杂役弟子小心翼翼地出现，在远处张望，不敢靠近，似乎是怕一个不慎会牵涉到自己。他们看向叶云的眼神中，更多的是无奈和可惜。

叶云冷冷地看着他们，刘玉散发出来的威压的确影响到了他，就连体内的灵力也有一丝被压制。

然而，就在那威压似乎要进一步压制灵力的时候，体内黑白光华一闪而逝，随即灵台清明，刘玉的杀意一扫而空，对他再也没有半分影响。

“黑白光影，你到底是什么东西？居然有如此功效。”

叶云深深地呼吸着，脸上却不动声色，他转头看了一眼沈默，然后轻轻拍了一下他的肩膀，掌心灵力微微一吐，直接将沈默送出了数丈之外。

“你不要隔得太近，会有损伤。”

沈默只感到一股灵力熟悉地钻入体内，微微一转之间，心中的恐惧瞬间扫空，再也没有半分。

他眼中满是惊讶，看向叶云的双目中，陡然闪现出一丝热切的光芒。

“去死！”

刘玉一怔，他恍惚感觉到了一丝危险。

“开山裂碑手！”

一声低喝之间，他的身形急射而出，右手掌心闪烁出一道淡淡的荧光，朝着叶云狠狠地劈斩而来。

犀利的破空声呼啸而来，即便是在数米开外，也能够感受到这一掌的威力，掌风破空，打在脸上似乎有微微的生疼之意。

“老牛顶角！”

叶云眼中闪过一道精芒，怒喝一声，双拳举过头顶，身形微微一拱，犹如老牛，双角顶出。

老牛顶角，虎咆山林，这种不入流的拳法甚至根本不能够称为武技。杂役弟子是没有资格修炼武技的，哪怕是最低级的武技，也不是他们能够接触得到的。

这一招所有的杂役弟子都会，平日里翻来覆去地练的便是这几招，早就滚瓜烂熟，熟稔无比。

这一招有多大的威力，是什么样的姿势和气势，所有人心中都一清二楚，明明白白。

但是，当四周数百名的杂役弟子看到叶云打出的老牛顶角，刹那间他们的脸色都变了。

惊讶，难以置信的神情在他们的脸上出现。

恍惚间，他们有些看不清叶云的身体，仿佛看到一头精壮的老牛，仰起他锋利的犄角，朝着刘玉狠狠地冲过去。

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The pressure in the air made it impossible for him to bear.

"Miscellaneous disciples are chosen one in ten thousand from the secular world, but among ten thousand miscellaneous disciples, only a few can become disciples of the upper peaks, enjoying rare elixirs and cultivation techniques, and extending their lifespan. The difference between you and us is like that between ants and eagles."

Liu Yu clearly saw the subtle change on Ye Yun's face and sneered repeatedly. "Even someone like you wants to challenge my authority?"

"Ye Yun, you're dead!" Liu Daolie, who had finally managed to sit up, had a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

Just the pressure released by Liu Yu was already difficult for Ye Yun to withstand. The upper peaks, even just Tianzhu Peak, were vastly different from the miscellaneous disciples, who were like farmers.

Around them, the miscellaneous disciples of this peak cautiously appeared, watching from a distance, not daring to get close, as if afraid of being inadvertently involved. They looked at Ye Yun with a mix of helplessness and regret.

Ye Yun coldly watched them. The pressure from Liu Yu indeed affected him, even suppressing the spiritual energy in his body.

However, just as the pressure seemed to further suppress his spiritual energy, a black and white light flashed within him, and his mind became clear. Liu Yu's killing intent vanished, and he no longer had any effect on him.

"Black and white light, what are you? How can you have such an effect?"

Ye Yun took a deep breath, his face expressionless. He turned to look at Shen Mo, then lightly patted his shoulder, releasing a bit of spiritual energy from his palm, sending Shen Mo several yards away.

"Don't stay too close, you might get hurt."

Shen Mo felt a familiar spiritual energy enter his body, and in an instant, his fear vanished completely.

His eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at Ye Yun with a sudden spark of enthusiasm.

"Die!"

Liu Yu was stunned, feeling a vague sense of danger.

"Mountain Splitting Hand!"

With a low shout, his figure shot forward, his right palm glowing faintly, and he slashed down at Ye Yun with great force.

The sharp sound of the air being split was deafening, and even from several meters away, one could feel the power of the strike. The wind from his palm was so strong that it felt painful on the face.

"Old Ox Horn Thrust!"

A sharp light flashed in Ye Yun's eyes. He roared, raised his fists over his head, and arched his body slightly, like an old ox, thrusting out with his horns.

The Old Ox Horn Thrust, a roar in the forest, was a low-level boxing technique that couldn't even be called a martial technique. Miscellaneous disciples were not allowed to cultivate martial techniques, not even the lowest level ones.

All the miscellaneous disciples knew this move, practicing it repeatedly until they were thoroughly familiar with it.

Everyone knew the power, posture, and aura of this move.

But when the hundreds of miscellaneous disciples around them saw Ye Yun perform the Old Ox Horn Thrust, their faces changed instantly.

Surprise and disbelief appeared on their faces.

In a daze, they couldn't see Ye Yun's body clearly, as if they were seeing a strong old ox, raising its sharp horns, charging fiercely at Liu Yu.