C29 Appear

"Yu Yuan!"

"Zhao Xi! Le Feng! Protect Yu Yuan!"

Yuan Lianyao and Zhao Zhenghao called out almost simultaneously, their faces etched with urgency.

In that instant, it became clear to all that the Colddeath envoy, intent on becoming a Lunar Spirit, now considered Yu Yuan the primary threat!

At that moment, Yuan Lianyao, her life force tied to her lotus flower, was left weakened as the flower was dispersed by a blood-colored ribbon. Her vitality and spiritual energy were in disarray.

Unable to quickly muster her strength, Yuan Lianyao couldn't immediately come to Yu Yuan's aid.

Zhao Zhenghao had been preoccupied with rescuing members of the Zhao family and his son, Zhao Dongsheng, leaving him too far from Yu Yuan.

Meanwhile, the unseen Lunar Spirit, manipulating the blood-colored ribbon, struck with the speed of lightning!

"Enough with your words!"

Zhao Yafu gave Yu Yuan a sidelong glance, then firmly grabbed his arm and started pulling him back.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Yu Yuan stumbled backward, dragged along uncontrollably by her.

The strength in her small hand was incredibly forceful, leaving Yu Yuan inwardly astonished. He realized, "The dragon whelp's spirit, nurtured within her over time, has unknowingly strengthened her physical form to such an extent."

This gave him a renewed insight into Zhao Yafu's physical condition.

As the crisis loomed, Zhao Xi, Yu Wei, Le Feng, and the numerous guards of Asvetaesi formed a human barrier in front of them.

Glorious screens of spiritual energy burst forth from within them and their artifacts.

Yu Yuan took a closer look and saw a myriad of azure, silver, and eerie green spiritual energy screens, emerging like shields, either soaring into the sky or positioning themselves in front of the defenders.

They were all in a desperate stance to protect.

Clearly.

Confronted with the nascent Lunar Spirit, Zhao Xi and the others were aware of their inability to retaliate, hoping only to delay the inevitable, to buy time for Yuan Lianyao to act and for Zhao Zhenghao to make it there.

Yuan Lianyao, a practitioner of Subtlety, had been swiftly overpowered by the Lunar Spirit wielding the blood-colored ribbon.

They could only hold off the assault for a brief moment. What would be the cost of even that fleeting resistance?

"My grandfather is on his way!"

Zhao Yafu's delicate hand clung tightly to Yu Yuan's arm, her grip so strong that Yu Yuan couldn't help but inhale sharply.

"Little Sister Zhao, try not to be so tense. Could you please try to relax a bit?" Yu Yuan said through gritted teeth. With his free hand, he gently patted the back of her hand, trying to soothe her. "I've only reached the Spirit Channel level, and my spiritual energy hasn't fully circulated through my body yet. Your own strength is formidable, and when you grip without thinking, it's quite torturous for me."

At his words, Zhao Yafu quickly came to her senses.

"Aren't you scared at all?" Zhao Yafu released his hand and looked him in the eyes, searching for any sign of fear. "The Lunar Spirit is out to kill you. How can you not be afraid?"

Yu Yuan rolled up his sleeves to reveal the five distinct blood-red fingerprints on his arm. "If you don't let go, I might end up being killed by you before anything else."

With that, he turned his attention back to the swiftly moving blood-colored ribbon, squinting as he said, "As for that one? It won't be so easy to kill me."

"Brother Yu, you're quite full of yourself without any good reason. But I must admit, it's rather charming," Zhao Yafu said, feeling a strange sense of comfort. She then added, "You'll be even more charming if you manage to survive and avoid death."

At that moment, several Asvetaesi guards who had confronted the intangible Lunar Spirit were impaled by the ribbon, as if struck by blood-tipped spears.

Their spiritual energy burst like bubbles, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

Le Feng's eyes reddened with anger as he bellowed, "Colddeath!"

The swift ribbon momentarily slowed as it passed through the fallen bodies.

Everyone observed how the guards' corpses rapidly withered, their blood merging into the blood-colored ribbon.

"You?" Zhao Yafu's gaze returned to Yu Yuan, noting that the enigmatic young man, whom her father believed could assist her with the Dragon Devour, remained unmoved. His expression was stoic, his eyes unchanged, seemingly unaffected by the deaths of the Asvetaesi guards who had died protecting him.

"What a heartless jerk!" she muttered under her breath.

"My judgment was spot on," Yu Yuan said with a cold laugh. "Even at this crucial moment, he didn't forget to drain the blood from the guards. If it were a true Lunar Spirit from the Colddeath, such measures would be unnecessary."

After a brief pause, he added, "Given that..."

"What should we do?" Zhao Yafu interjected urgently.

The invisible Lunar Spirit of the Colddeath, now satiated with blood, was poised to commit more atrocities.

Meanwhile, the Yu family patriarch was gripping the arms of his wooden chair so tightly they were nearly splintering.

"Uncle, try to stay calm. That kid isn't scared; he's got to have something up his sleeve," Yu Lili reassured him, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Yu Yuan as she silently pleaded, "Nothing can go wrong. Please, nothing at all!"

In her heart, her newly awakened nephew had become the pillar of the Yu family.

She fervently wished for Yu Yuan to quickly mature, stand on his own, and restore the weakened prestige of their family!

Could she really face the prospect of their newfound hope disappearing as quickly as it had arrived?

"Don't die," she prayed silently.

Suddenly, Yu Yuan bellowed, "Le, big brother!"

Le Feng, his nerves on edge, instinctively responded, "I'm here!"

"Pay close attention!"

Yu Yuan flung a handful of grey-brown dust from his sleeves, scattering it above their heads. "Watch the 'Spirit Appearance Dust' and track the Lunar Spirit's movements. Then, I need you to strike with all your strength."

The dust dispersed in the wind, settling like a curtain over an unseen shadow.

The shadow, as if donning a garment of grey-brown dust, materialized from its invisible state in an instant!

"Spirit Appearance Dust," a creation of Yu Yuan with Yuan Lianyao's assistance, was designed specifically to target the intangible Lunar Spirit.

This dust had no offensive capabilities; its sole purpose was to reveal the Lunar Spirit's path and pinpoint its location.

"Le Feng! Harness the power of thunder!" Yuan Lianyao's eyes sparkled with urgency. "Quickly!"

With a hissing sound, beams of brilliant silver lightning burst forth from Le Feng's short spear. Within the depths of the lightning, tiny ice crystals shimmered, each imbued with a subtle strength of thunder.

The Frost Thunder Technique was a spell that Le Feng had diligently practiced for many years!

The lower-tier Frost Thunder Technique harnessed both the chilling power of frost and the formidable power of thunder. However, due to the spell's lower rank, it could only muster a mere wisp of the thunder's energy.

Yet, even that wisp was still the power of thunder!

And the power of thunder was precisely the bane of a soul in its pure spiritual form, like the Lunar Spirit!

"Divine Dust! How could you possess Divine Dust? Who exactly are you?!"

The Colddeath messenger, clad in a gray-brown robe, let out a piercing shriek.

His cry was laced with terror and anxiety.

He had been drawing on the essence of blood from a blood-colored ribbon, using his spiritual sense, never anticipating that the Divine Dust would reveal his presence.

Once revealed, the ethereal Lunar Spirit was not vulnerable to many forms of attack.

But the power of thunder was feared by all souls in the world!

What's more, he was just an unrefined Lunar Spirit!

Before he could even react, beams of silver lightning struck him.

The minute traces of thunder within the Frost Thunder Silver Lightning were like sulfuric acid to him.

"Ah!"

A harrowing scream emanated from within the grayish-brown "garment."

All who witnessed it saw how the so-called Lunar Spirit of Colddeath, ensnared by the Divine Dust, was effortlessly pierced by Le Feng's Frost Thunder Silver Lightning.

It was akin to a body being punctured, leaving behind gaping, fist-sized holes.

"A fully formed Lunar Spirit could dodge with just a thought," Yu Yuan said mockingly. "Pity this one's a half-finished product, only recently formed and still unaccustomed to its pure spiritual form. It thought its intangibility as a Lunar Spirit would make it invincible?"

"Who, who, who are you?"

The Colddeath follower's spirited body fragmented, scattering in all directions.

Not one fragment dared to approach Yu Yuan.

Or rather, none dared to approach Le Feng, who could pinpoint his location with the Divine Dust.

"This individual's incomplete Lunar Spirit has been gravely damaged," Yu Yuan said with a slight smile to Le Feng. "Brother Le, if you would, keep an eye on those scattered spirit fragments. Once every piece is obliterated, this elder from Colddeath will truly be no more."

"Alright!"

Le Feng gripped his gleaming short spear and dashed off with a whoosh.

Yuan Lianyao, meanwhile, had managed to recuperate during this time.

Not far off, Zhao Zhenghao, Yu Cen, and the others watched as the tide of battle shifted in the blink of an eye. Yu Yuan had broken free, while the envoy of the Colddeath Cult was in disarray, scattering in all directions. It all seemed so unreal to them.

Could it be that a Lunar Spirit from the Colddeath Cult was about to be utterly defeated by Yu Yuan's strategic moves?

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