NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2
Above the sky, thunderous explosions echoed endlessly, powerful spells intertwined and lit up the heavens with a kaleidoscope of colors.
The corpses of demon birds started plummeting, their shrill cries resonating through the valley.
“Kill!!”
Disciples and elders fought fiercely, some forming seals to cast spells, while others controlled flying swords to slash down, their eyes filled with determination to fight for their sect’s survival.
In mid-air, Sect Master Xu Yonian and seven Golden Core Stage peak lords were doing their utmost to combat the Qingpeng Demon King.
Boom!!
The energy waves generated by their clash formed a hurricane, uprooting rows of trees below, sending them flying and then shattering into pieces.
The scene was chaotic, as if a natural disaster had descended.
The Qingpeng Demon King sneered, “Too weak! If this is all your strength, then I must say it’s nothing to me!”
“Beast, don’t be so arrogant!”
Xu Yonian barked. With a hand seal, countless bolts of blue lightning tore through the air, roaring down like an angry dragon.
“Kill!”
The other peak lords roared as well, launching their strongest techniques.
In an instant.
The sight was terrifying, the earth shattered and the sky fell.
“Interesting, I’ll let you see just how powerful the Nascent Soul Stage really is!”
The Qingpeng Demon King’s eyes glinted with ferocity as it flapped its massive wings, its aura surging with astonishing speed, opening its mouth to unleash a devastating beam of light.
Boom!!!
The enormous light beam blazed like the sun rising from the ground.
As the terrifying shockwave gradually dissipated, several battered figures crashed down, raising clouds of dust.
“Cough cough…”
Xu Yonian and a few peak lords struggled to rise, blood at the corners of their mouths, their eyes filled with grief and anger.
There was no helping it; the gap between the Golden Core Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage was simply too great!
“Hahaha, who else wants to resist? Just accept your deaths!”
The Qingpeng Demon King laughed in triumph.
“No…”
Seeing their strongest fighters from the Xuantian Sect easily defeated by the Qingpeng Demon King, countless disciples and elders displayed despair.
The atmosphere was oppressive, and death overshadowed the entire sect!
Suddenly.
An incongruous old voice sounded, filled with an arrogance that didn’t match the age.
“Hey, you big dumb bird! Look over here! I’m talking about you!”
“Hmm?”
The Qingpeng Demon King was taken aback, following the source of the voice. There, not far away on a mist-covered peak, stood a black-robed old man leaning on a cane, holding a loudspeaker and shouting wildly.
“You vile human, how dare you insult me?”
The Qingpeng Demon King couldn’t believe it.
It could tell that the opponent had no cultivation and seemed frail, like someone who was on the brink of death.
“Ye, Ye disciple?”
Xu Yonian and the seven peak lords stared in shock, never expecting that the secluded and out-of-touch leader of the Mysterious Peak would show up at such a critical moment.
At this moment.
Ye Junlin waved his cane, holding the loudspeaker, and yelled defiantly, “You big dumb bird, if you’re not happy, come hit me! I’ll be right here waiting!”
Stuck without time to descend and no one helping, Ye Junlin had a lightbulb moment, returning to his cave dwelling where his original body resided and finally found this unique loudspeaker.
No cultivation needed to activate it; just installing a spirit stone allowed the sound to amplify by ten thousand times.
His goal was simple; he wanted a fight!
At this crucial moment, someone publicly cursing the Qingpeng Demon King surprisingly made both sides in the ongoing battle pause.
Countless astonished gazes turned towards the white-haired old man who was so audacious.
“Holy crap, is that the legendary figure from Mysterious Peak?”
“I know him; the youngest Golden Core Cultivator in the history of the Xuantian Sect, who later lost his cultivation due to a battle and hasn’t been heard from since.”
“Compared to rumors, Ye Peak Master seems a bit too hot-tempered…”
Murmurs of surprise erupted.
The Qingpeng Demon King was seething with anger, its Nascent Soul-level pressure distorting the surrounding air, its eyes nearly bursting with fury.
“I’ve never seen such an arrogant person in my entire life…”
“Hey, well now you have!”
Ye Junlin raised his chin, striking a pose that begged for a hit.
But sweat was dripping from his forehead, his aging body growing weaker, and he was starting to see double.
【Ding, system warm reminder, the host has ten seconds left before passing away at the original location.】
【Starting countdown】
【Ten, nine, eight, seven…】
“What the hell, why isn’t this dumb bird hitting me yet? Help!”
Ye Junlin wailed inwardly, feeling like he was about to meet his great-grandmother.
“Arrogant! I’ll make you disappear right now!”
With reason overtaken by rage, the Qingpeng Demon King decided to use all its power to erase that insignificant human from existence.
Boom!
It opened its mouth and shot forth a terrifying beam of energy, carrying a destructive aura that tore through the air.
This was a full-force strike from a Nascent Soul-level beast, and all the cultivators present would be unable to block it.
“Ye disciple!”
Xu Yonian and the others were heartbroken.
They never expected that the most resolute sacrifice in the Xuantian Sect would turn out to be the one who once shattered the Golden Core record.
“Wow, finally here…”
Faced with the terrifying attack from the Nascent Soul-level beast, Ye Junlin didn’t feel fear at all; instead, an excited smile appeared on his face.
【Ding, detection of host encountering an attack from a beginner Nascent Soul Stage enemy, activating the passive effect ‘become stronger when faced with the strong’, gaining mid-Nascent Soul Stage cultivation!】
In the next second.
Powerful cultivation energy erupted from within him, rejuvenating his previously weary form, erasing the age spots on his skin, making it fair and delicate. His aged face rapidly transformed, settling into a youthful appearance.
His sword-like brows soared into his temples, his deep-set eyes sparkled like stars, and his features became handsome.
Strangely, his long white hair that reached his waist didn’t transform to the usual black but instead turned even more silvery and bright, resembling a shimmering galaxy hanging above.
“This is the Nascent Soul Stage?”
Ye Junlin marveled at the terrifying energy within him, a mix of shock and joy on his face.
【Ding, of course! This system is professional!】
A soft, cute little girl voice rang in his ears, enough to make countless otaku’s hearts flutter.
Boom!
In an instant, an overwhelming influx of information exploded in his mind, and Ye Junlin came to grasp this fearsome technique without effort.
“Hey, friend, what just happened was a misunderstanding. I’ve decided to bury the hatchet with your sect and will come to visit when I have time.”
“Boys, retreat!”
The Qingpeng Demon King pondered for a moment, deciding to soften its stance and withdraw.
“Hey, since you’ve come, don’t think about leaving.”
Ye Junlin said nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, the Qingpeng Demon King’s eyes flashed with a ruthless glimmer. “Your cultivation is slightly deeper than mine, but the gap isn’t that significant. Are you sure you want to fight to the death?”
Though it was at the early Nascent Soul Stage and Ye Junlin was at mid-Nascent Soul Stage, the Qingpeng Demon King believed that with its physical talent, it might just be able to make up for the cultivation disadvantage.
If a real fight broke out, it was uncertain who would come out on top!
Thus, the Qingpeng Demon King thought admitting defeat was already a way of showing respect.
“Self-righteous, truly a big dumb bird.”
Ye Junlin shook his head and scoffed.
“Human, you’ve pushed me too far!”
After being insulted repeatedly, the Qingpeng Demon King’s fury ignited completely. It flapped its wings, channeling all its magical power, its entire aura turning violent as it prepared to burn its demonic core to fight desperately.
“Ye disciple!”
Xu Yonian and the others were somewhat worried.
If anything happened to Ye Junlin, it would be the greatest loss for the Xuantian Sect!
In this critical moment.
Ye Junlin’s expression remained unchanged, his silver-white hair floating wildly as he slowly raised his hand high above.
Boom!!!
In an instant.
The world changed color, and the wind howled.
A terrifying sense of oppression surged from deep in the sky, and a gigantic finger, as if it were a pillar supporting the heavens, covered in ancient markings filled with ominous energy, descended!
At the same time, a cold voice resonated with authority, as if echoing within the hearts of everyone present.
“Great Desolate Prison Sky Finger!!!”