C309 For No Reason at All

Under the cloak of night, a woman clad in gray armor, exuding a fierce aura, stood tall and proud.

She was the female general of the Silvermoon Empire, Lee Yuchan.

Her weapon, the Gutrender, was a national treasure, on par with the Shadowgold as a heavenly item.

The still Gutrender radiated a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing the heavens.

Lee Yuchan hovered in the air, accompanied by Yuan Lianyao, who stood solemnly on a series of burning lotus flowers.

Yuan Lianyao's stunning face was devoid of smiles, her mood sour.

To her, Yu Yuan was far too adept at finding trouble.

The sight of the cultivators swarming around the lake was enough to make her skin crawl.

Under such pressing circumstances, how could Yu Yuan remain so composed, even daring to challenge a disciple of a Sage from the Ethereal Void Sect?

She couldn't fathom what Yu Yuan was thinking.

"Why have you come?"

Yu Yuan looked on in astonishment at the Nimbuswing, which had returned from the distance.

Aboard the Nimbuswing, the old general Lee Yuangui wore a stern expression, remaining silent.

"Silvermoon Empire!"

The name was whispered in hushed tones by many.

Yet, most regarded the Nimbuswing and the visitors from the Silvermoon Empire with indifference.

Even the Sunblessed Empire knew to keep a low profile compared to the seven great sects of the Euwrea Continent, so what of the less influential Silvermoon Empire?

Members of the Su family, also hailing from the Silvermoon Empire, nodded in recognition upon seeing Lee Yuangui, Lee Yuchan, and Yuan Lianyao.

"Shadowgold is a heavenly weapon of the Ethereal Void Sect. You're battling a high disciple of Chong Xiao with a vast gap in cultivation levels. How can you do so without a suitable weapon?" Lee Yuchan, armored for war, her face as cold as ice in the moonlight.

Her gaze was as piercing as a sharpened blade.

Upon her arrival, she surveyed the Blackfang Legion's commander, who sat meditating on the mid-lake island, with a hint of surprise.

Shen Feiqing, a legendary figure of the Sunblessed Empire, had always been Lee Yuchan's role model.

The commander was the very person she aspired to outshine. Little did she expect that Shen Feiqing, renowned for her ironclad demeanor, would be such a delicate-looking woman.

"Yu Yuan!"

Aboard the Nimbuswing, Zhan Tianxiang bared his teeth and called out loudly.

In addition to him, Zhao Yafu and Lee Yu were also present.

Yu Yuan, however, was utterly bewildered.

The situation in the Forgotten Ruins, a peculiar part of the Mysterious Realm, was something the Silvermoon Empire likely knew little about.

After witnessing the might of the Sunblessed Empire, as well as the two Spirit Walk cultivators from the Thunder Sect and Winter's Bite, not to mention the seventh-level Silverfrost Dragon, how could Lee Yuangui dare to meddle further?

He had clearly departed, yet here was the Nimbuswing, descending once more.

They had arrived, bringing along Lee Yu, Zhan Tianxiang, and Zhao Yafu. Could it be they were prepared to sacrifice them?

On the Nimbuswing, Zhao Yafu frantically waved her hands, as if terrified he wouldn't notice her. "Brother Yu, I'm here, right here!" Her cheeks were a rosy red as she waved, her movements creating a piercing screech in the air.

The Silverfrost Dragon, transformed into human form and hovering in the sky, looked at her, its gaze suddenly shifting.

For some reason, it felt that Zhao Yafu's appearance had disrupted its dragon's breath, causing it to grow increasingly erratic.

How could a young girl at the Veil Breaking Realm disturb its dragon's breath?

Listening to Zhao Yafu's clamoring, Yu Yuan grew even more astonished.

Lee Yu had been the one to wield the Gutrender, with his vitality coursing through it day and night.

If Yu Yuan were to take the sword, he could only utilize its sharpness; the concealed divine powers of this heavenly-grade spiritual weapon would likely remain untapped.

Could he use this sword to penetrate Shadowgold?

He gazed at the Gutrender, filled with uncertainty.

Everyone there, Su Yan included, was unaware of the deeper meaning behind his peculiar behavior. They were clueless as to what he was truly up to.

Provoking Wang Jinlin and engaging in battle with this disciple of the Ethereal Void Sect was merely a ploy to keep the crowd at bay while Shen Feiqing assimilated the Phaseblossom.

As the High Oracle had put it, it was all in the name of amusement.

Although he had agreed to Su Yan's request to slay Wang Jinlin, there was no need to rush.

Now, with the return of the Nimbuswing, even more individuals with close ties to him had arrived...

He had initially approached the situation playfully, intending to use Wang Jinlin as a means to hone his own skills, but he suddenly found himself in a precarious position, as if he were riding a tiger unable to dismount.

"There's no need for Gutrender."

Zhao Yafu's laughter rang out as she popped her head out from behind the Nimbuswing, eagerly pushing forward.

Her gaze turned sharply to Wang Jinlin.

A dragon's roar, which echoed through the soul sea of the mortal soul, was covertly transmitted from her middle elixir field through the Profound Gate.

The roar, imbued with seemingly infinite magical power, formed waves of sound that instantly enveloped Wang Jinlin. The golden dragon scales hidden within him shone brightly, returning to the Spirit Sword known as Shadowgold.

The Dragon Soul of the Five-clawed Golden Dragon, along with its lifeblood and scales, spiraled out of control, rendered unusable by anyone.

Even the Silverfrost Dragon, transformed into a humanoid form in the heavens, showed a dramatic change in expression.

Her lifeblood churned as if a deep pond were boiling over. To her horror, she discovered that her dragon heart's blood had been set ablaze.

She had to cast spell after spell, employing three arcane techniques of the Nagas to quell the quivering dragon heart and the blood within it that threatened to boil over.

"The girl from the Zhao family!"

Several Dragon Attendants, who had arrived in secret and concealed themselves in the shadows, began to scream in alarm.

These attendants, upon hearing the dragon's roar from Zhao Yafu's middle elixir field, were overwhelmed with discomfort.

Several of them, despite being far more advanced in their cultivation than Zhao Yafu, were now bleeding from every orifice. Forced to reveal themselves, they hastily consumed pills in an effort to heal their injuries as quickly as possible.

In an instant, countless gazes converged upon Zhao Yafu.

Despite her young age and only being at the middle period of the Veil Breaking Stage, Zhao Yafu had managed to suppress Shadowgold with some mysterious arcane technique, causing both the Silverfrost Dragon and the numerous Dragon Attendants of Dragon Lake considerable distress.

"Eh!"

Yu Yuan's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

This was an opportunity not to be missed!

He charged his energy once more, clenched his fist, and hurled it towards Wang Jinlin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In a flash, he unleashed seven punches in rapid succession, his Fiendish Might erupting with force.

The flesh that had lost the protection of the golden dragon scales was torn asunder in the onslaught.

Wang Jinlin's chest bone was crushed inward, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Having surpassed the Veil Breaking Stage, his muscles and bones had been repeatedly tempered. His middle elixir field was open, allowing vitality to converge at the point of impact, mitigating Yu Yuan's fierce assault.

Yet, he still couldn't withstand Yu Yuan's punishing blows.

The pain was so severe that it jolted the three souls of heaven, earth, and man within him back to consciousness.

Upon awakening, he was shocked to find that the Shadowgold in his hand did not protect him from harm as his master had claimed.

Feeling the shattered bones in his chest, ribs, and spine, and the blood surging from his mouth, Wang Jinlin was consumed by madness.

"Young man, we have no quarrel, yet you provoked me and now seek my demise!" Wang Jinlin was indeed driven to the brink of insanity, feeling wronged. "I truly don't understand how I've provoked you. Was it because of Liu Ying's Fallen Star Eyes that you wanted me to leave?"

"Not exactly," Yu Yuan replied, pausing his assault and flashing a toothy grin upon seeing Wang Jinlin regain consciousness. "Honestly, you just rub me the wrong way."

Blood streamed from the corners of Wang Jinlin's mouth, his complexion ashen, as rage within him erupted like a volcano.

He, who considered himself noble, had been graced with Shadowgold by his master. Across the various sects of Euwrea, he was held in high regard. Fellow cultivators his age, like Wei Wujiang, went out of their way to court his favor.

Such arrogance had become second nature to him, leading him to treat others with disdain.

Now, a nobody had emerged from the shadows, declaring him an eyesore and beating him bloody while he was disoriented.

Wang Jinlin was so choked with indignation that he felt like spitting blood.

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