[Ding, the sign-in is successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Seal of the Human King and the Great Void Technique!]
Ye Junlin's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.
After all, in the world of cultivation, strength is the ultimate foundation. After all, there are always a few monstrous beings capable of defying the heavens and fighting across realms.
Before becoming someone who transcends even the heavens themselves, he would still need to rely on his own strength to remain invincible.
Therefore, the sign-in rewards this time came right on time — both were top-tier techniques, and could be said to be terrifyingly powerful!
"Senior, I wonder why you came to visit our Wind-Thunder Sect?"
Sensing the terrifying aura from outside, Chen Yunhai led the sect's elders out of the main hall.
When he saw Ye Junlin, he was visibly shaken.
Why... why did this person look exactly like the monstrous genius from Xuantian Sect decades ago?
He remembered clearly — that youth had once reached the Core Formation Realm at a terrifyingly young age, which caused great concern within him. Back then, he feared Xuantian Sect would rise and surpass them.
Fortunately, that genius had suffered a sneak attack and was said to have lost all his cultivation. After that, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and no longer concerned himself with worldly matters. Over time, everyone assumed he had passed away.
And now, seeing Ye Junlin again… Chen Yunhai was utterly shaken!
Ye Junlin stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you pretending to be dumb? You dare to invade the lands of my Xuantian Sect. As punishment… the Wind-Thunder Sect will cease to exist starting today."
Boom!
The moment these words fell, the entire Wind-Thunder Sect was thrown into turmoil.
"It seems… the Azure Roc Demon King was really killed. Your Xuantian Sect was hiding this deeply..."
Chen Yunhai's face was dark and ugly.
He never imagined that the once-crippled genius from the Xuantian Sect had not only survived, but had even broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
If it had been before, he would have been on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
But now, he had backing — a guest from the Feathered Immortal Sect of Qing Province had come in person!
Looking toward the calm old man beside him, Chen Yunhai steadied his nerves and said quietly, "Elder Mu, what do you think of the current situation...?"
He knew that he himself couldn't resist a Nascent Soul Realm expert. But this old man beside him — he was someone from the legendary Feathered Immortal Sect!
Elder Mu slowly shook his head.
It was indeed surprising that such a barren province had produced a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator capable of slaying a demon king.
But in his eyes, beings like the Azure Roc Demon King were nothing more than beasts — beasts he could slaughter with a wave of his hand.
"Boy, leave now while I'm still in a good mood. Don't force me to act."
Elder Mu held his chin high. He was from Qing Province, and naturally looked down on the cultivators of remote lands.
He had no interest in meddling in the affairs of this backwater province, but because of his relationship with the son of the sect master, he had agreed to stay a while. Still, the more time he wasted here, the more annoyed he became. So he waved his hand as if swatting away a fly.
"Elder Mu…"
Chen Yunhai seemed displeased. In his opinion, they should just kill Ye Junlin immediately.
Ye Junlin's eyes narrowed, and he sneered. "Old man, who do you think you are? Do you really think I'll give you face?"
In an instant.
Everyone in the Wind-Thunder Sect was stunned.
"Bastard! That man is from the Feathered Immortal Sect of Qing Province! His status is noble beyond your imagination. How dare a mere Xuantian Sect cultivator offend him?!"
Chen Yunhai shouted in mock fury — but inside, he was secretly delighted. In his eyes, Ye Junlin was already a dead man.
"You're seeking death!"
Elder Mu was completely enraged. His gaze turned icy, and in an instant, his aura exploded like a violent hurricane sweeping across the heavens.
Boom!
An overwhelming pressure engulfed the entire Wind-Thunder Sect.
"Soul Formation Realm!!!"
Gasps of horror erupted.
A powerhouse of the Soul Formation Realm had taken action — Ye Junlin was dead for sure!
At the same time, the awe and reverence the crowd felt toward the Feathered Immortal Sect only grew deeper.
"Soul Formation Realm? Heh… good, good. Don't run. Anyone who runs is the grandson!" Ye Junlin's eyes sparkled, filled with excitement.
He had just broken through to mid-stage Nascent Soul after facing the Azure Roc Demon King — and now he had a real Soul Formation Realm expert in front him?
What a gift-wrapped experience bundle sent straight to his door!
Elder Mu was so angry that his face turned livid.
He was a powerful cultivator in the Soul Formation Realm—shouldn't the other party be terrified?
But what was this inexplicable excitement he was seeing?!
"Courting death!"
Elder Mu shouted furiously and stretched out his hand to strike.
Swish!
A giant turquoise hand condensed in the sky, like the palm of a god, swatting down toward Ye Junlin.
This blow was enough to kill an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator hundreds of times over!
"Very good, this Ye Junlin will die today," Chen Yunhai sneered.
As long as Ye Junlin was killed, the Xuantian Sect would no longer be a threat!
Once he broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm using the Nascent Soul Pill, he would lead a grand assault and completely raze the Xuantian Sect to the ground!
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[Ding! It has been detected that the host is under attack from a late-stage Soul Formation Realm cultivator. Special ability Strength Through Adversity is activated. The host has now advanced to the peak of the Soul Formation Realm.]
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In an instant, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy erupted within Ye Junlin's body. The aura he released was so terrifying that everyone's expressions changed drastically on the spot.
Boom!!
The enormous turquoise hand—like a heavenly mountain—was shattered with a casual wave of Ye Junlin's hand, dissolving into starlight that rained down like a celestial waterfall. The scene was magnificent.
"You… you're also in the Soul Formation Realm?!" Elder Mu was stunned, staring at Ye Junlin in disbelief.
Just moments ago, this silver-haired young man was clearly only at the Nascent Soul Realm. Yet now, he had erupted with the power of the Soul Formation Realm—and not just that, it was a deeper, more oppressive presence than his own!
Is this a joke?!
In this desolate, barren Wasteland Province… a native had actually cultivated to the peak of the Soul Formation Realm?!
"How… how is this possible?!"
Chen Yunhai's proud smile collapsed in an instant, replaced by sheer terror. His voice shrank to a trembling whisper.
His heart felt like it had stopped beating.
The Xuantian Sect… actually had a Soul Formation powerhouse?!
Everyone in the Wind-Thunder Sect was paralyzed with fear. They dared not even breathe as they stared at Ye Junlin like he was a monster.
In the Wasteland Province, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was already considered a great figure—an ancestor of a sect who could ensure its prosperity for generations.
But the Soul Formation Realm… that was on another level entirely.
These beings could live for thousands of years and had the power to destroy mountains, rivers, and cities!
So when Ye Junlin revealed his cultivation base, the crowd's shock and terror were unimaginable.
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"Elder Mu, what should we do now…?" Chen Yunhai asked weakly, his voice quivering.
If he had known that the Xuantian Sect had a Soul Formation cultivator, he wouldn't have dared provoke them even if someone beat him to death!
Elder Mu's expression shifted rapidly. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he calmed down and sneered coldly:
"Why are you panicking? Don't forget—I'm from the Feathered Immortal Sect of Qing Province. The techniques we cultivate there are far superior to anything he could possibly have learned!"
He added with disdain, "With this gap in heritage and foundation, this brat has no chance of winning!"
Chen Yunhai's eyes lit up.
Indeed—the Feathered Immortal Sect was the ultimate holy land for cultivators in Qing Province, filled with countless advanced techniques and divine arts. That's why so many experts in the Eastern Region dreamed of joining them.
By contrast, even if a backwater sect like the Xuantian Sect had a Soul Formation expert, their cultivation foundation and techniques were worlds apart!
Thinking of this, Chen Yunhai finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ye Junlin with renewed hatred.
'Thank the heavens Elder Mu is here today… otherwise, our Wind-Thunder Sect would've been destroyed! So close…'
"Old man, are you that confident?" Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow, expression playful.
Elder Mu's voice was full of arrogance. "I admit your cultivation talent is extraordinary—but when it comes to real combat, you're nothing compared to me. After all… I come from the Feathered Immortal Sect!"
Feathered Immortal Sect.
Just those three words were enough to silence any argument.
In the eyes of Wasteland Province cultivators, anyone from that sect was like a dragon among mortals. Crushing opponents was as effortless as breathing. Their power seemed unimaginable from the perspective of local sects!
"Go die!"
Elder Mu formed a series of hand seals as his robes billowed with spiritual power.
Rumble—
Thick green vines erupted into the sky, weaving together and morphing into colossal hands that reached for Ye Junlin like grasping giants.
Taiyi Azurewood Palm.
A top-tier Earth-grade technique!
In the cultivation world, techniques were ranked from lowest to highest as: Mortal Grade, Spirit Grade, Profound Grade, Earth Grade, Heaven Grade, and Sovereign Grade.
In the entire Wasteland Province, even Spirit Grade techniques were rare and often treated as the foundation of a sect's legacy.
And now, Elder Mu had casually unleashed a top-tier Earth Grade technique—proof of the terrifying background behind the Feathered Immortal Sect!
"Boy, as someone from a low-tier sect, it's your honor to die at my hands!"
This was his strongest technique, the very one that earned him a fierce reputation among the outer sect elders of the Feathered Immortal Sect.
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"Hmph—worm-carving trick."
Ye Junlin didn't even blink. He casually reached out and pinched a seal between his fingers.
Boom!!
Behind him, an immense figure rose into existence, vast enough to blot out the heavens—a supreme being standing above all things, like a god-emperor looking down on mortals!
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"Wh-What… what is that?!"
Sweat poured from Elder Mu's forehead as his pupils shrank to the size of needles. Goosebumps crawled up his entire body, and his hair stood on end in instinctive terror.
He had never witnessed such an overwhelmingly divine technique before. Just looking at it made him feel an urge to kneel!
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"Human King Seal!"
Ye Junlin's voice rang through the sky—clear, thunderous, and filled with divine majesty.
As countless stunned cultivators watched, he raised his hand and struck with the Human King Seal!
Its momentum roared like a divine judgment—threatening to overturn the sun and moon and disrupt the very heavens!
Boom!
The two sides collided.
The Taiyi Azurewood Palm was instantly obliterated.
Above Elder Mu's head, the Human King's Seal loomed like a divine mountain, descending to suppress everything beneath it!
"Not good!"
Elder Mu desperately unleashed one magic weapon after another, activating layers of defensive talismans in a flurry. But under the crushing weight of the Human King's Seal, they shattered like glass — one after another, powerless to resist.
Realizing death was imminent, he shrieked in panic, "Wait! Spare me, senior! For the sake of the Feathered Immortal Sect!"
Ye Junlin sneered.
"The Feathered Immortal Sect is nothing to me. You dared provoke me — now, you face the consequences."
"You…!!" Elder Mu was livid, unable to comprehend the sheer arrogance of this cultivator.
Yes, a Soul Formation Realm expert could dominate Wasteland Province, but in the Qing Province — in the halls of the Feathered Immortal Sect — such power was barely above average.
How could a backwater native dare to challenge a sect like theirs?
"If I die here, your entire sect will be hunted down! You'll suffer even more as the one who killed me!"
His spiritual core trembled. Sweat poured down like rain. His body was already on the verge of collapse.
"Haha…" Ye Junlin's voice echoed coldly,
"You still dare to threaten me now?"
He raised his hand.
"Die!"
"No—!"
With a thunderous roar, the Human King's Seal erupted in divine brilliance. A vast, crushing force descended.
Elder Mu's body didn't just vanish — it imploded. Bones cracked like firecrackers, flesh burst open, and under the final impact, his entire form was flattened, smeared into a pool of blood and viscera before finally disintegrating into a spray of ashes.
His screams were drowned out in the blinding light.
Elder Mu was dead. Not even a corpse remained.
At that moment,
The Wind-Thunder Sect fell into dead silence.
Chen Yunhai dropped to his knees, drenched in cold sweat. His entire body trembled uncontrollably from sheer terror. He stared at the silver-haired young man who looked like an immortal descending from the heavens, and said in a trembling voice:
"Ye Junlin, this is all a misunderstanding. Our Wind-Thunder Sect is willing to surrender—we'll work for you!"
In this situation, survival came first!
Seeing their sect master kneeling, the rest of the Wind-Thunder Sect followed suit one by one. Before a Soul Formation Realm cultivator, resistance was pointless.
"Are you even qualified to work for me?" Ye Junlin said with disdain.
Chen Yunhai's body shook violently. Slowly, he raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with desperation as he gritted his teeth:
"Ye Junlin, my son Chen Xiao has the potential to become an immortal! He was accepted as a direct disciple by a Venerable from the Feathered Immortal Sect! Can you really afford to offend me? Don't make a mistake you'll regret!"
He was hoping this would intimidate Ye Junlin into sparing him.
"Oh?"
Ye Junlin raised his brows with interest. "The potential to become an immortal? He sure talks big. Even if he does become an immortal in the future, I'll still be able to kill him."
He possessed the power to grow stronger the more formidable his opponent. Even if the legendary Immortal Emperor descended, he would surpass him all the same!
He feared nothing.
"You...!" Chen Yunhai's expression twisted in rage. His eyes bulged like they were about to pop out of their sockets, and he nearly coughed up blood. This wasn't just arrogance—it was lunacy!
Rumble...
At that moment, countless warships tore through the sky, surging toward the Wind-Thunder Sect with overwhelming force.
"Junior Brother Ye, we've arrived!"
A streak of blue lightning split the sky like a shooting star, revealing the Sect Leader's figure.
Behind him, the seven peak masters followed closely, eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
"That's the Xuantian Sect!"
"It's over—we're finished!"
"Run!"
The Wind-Thunder Sect descended into chaos. Elders and disciples fled in all directions in panic.
"Hmph! If only you'd known this earlier—why did you provoke him in the first place?!" Xu Younian shouted coldly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One warship after another released blinding beams of spiritual light, blasting every corner of the sect. Fire surged to the skies, smoke billowed, and devastation spread.
Countless Xuantian Sect cultivators stormed forward, weapons in hand, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
Watching the endless bloodshed before him—mountains of corpses and rivers of blood—Chen Yunhai's face contorted in grief and regret. His intestines twisted with remorse.
He stared at Ye Junlin with eyes filled with seething hatred.
If this bastard hadn't hidden his cultivation, how could any of this have happened?
The man was in the Soul Formation Realm and still pretended to be weak?
What a monstrous, insidious freak!
"You just wait... My son has the potential to become an immortal! The shame and bloodshed of today will be paid back a thousandfold!!!"
Chen Yunhai howled madly.
"Shame?"
Ye Junlin casually reached out his hand and tapped the air.
Bang!
Chen Yunhai's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, skull fragments and blood splattering across the ground. His headless corpse collapsed into a pool of blood.
Several other Wind-Thunder Sect elders tried to flee, but Ye Junlin waved his hand—and with a single slap, they were all turned into red mist on the spot!
Soon.
Under everyone's offensive, the Wind-Thunder Sect was completely uprooted. Pills, spirit weapons, and treasures were moved onto the warships in batches.
"We won! Long live!"
The cultivators of Xuantian Sect erupted into joyous cheers.
Xu Younian's face flushed with excitement, and he let out a hearty laugh. "Haha! Junior Brother Ye, do you know what I found?"
He pulled out an exquisite brocade box and opened it. Inside was a shimmering spiritual pill — a Nascent Soul Pill!
"I found this on Chen Yunhai. I didn't expect that guy to have such a good thing! With this, I'll break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in just a few days!"
Xu Younian was ecstatic. He had been stuck at the Core Formation Realm for many years — this was his biggest gain today.
"Congratulations, Sect Master! Our Xuantian Sect will now have a second Nascent Soul cultivator!" a peak master said excitedly.
In the Wasteland Province, a Nascent Soul cultivator was already a dominant force.
Now with two of them, the Xuantian Sect could rank among the top sects in the entire province!
"Actually, I..." Ye Junlin was about to say something when—
A surprised voice rang out.
"Everyone! Look what I picked up from the ground!"
The master of Hidden Sword Peak hurried over, raising a simple, ancient-looking token. The word "Feathered" shimmered brilliantly on its surface.
Xu Younian's eyes widened in shock. "This… This is a token from the Feathered Immortal Sect!"
"Huh?" The Hidden Sword Peak master was stunned. He looked at the token again, clearly not expecting it to be anything so important.
"That's the Holy Land of Immortal Cultivation in Qing Province — one of the most powerful forces in the entire Eastern Region!"
"And judging by this token's style and aura, the person who carried it was definitely of high status — probably an elder!"
Xu Younian took the token into his hands and examined it closely, visibly shocked.
The crowd went silent.
Someone capable of carrying such a token… must have been at the Soul Formation Realm at the very least!
"But why would something like this appear in the Wind-Thunder Sect?" the Heavenly Fragrance Peak master muttered. Everyone was stunned, lost in thought.
"Did someone from the Feathered Immortal Sect accidentally drop it?"
Xu Younian frowned.
He couldn't imagine that there was any relationship between the Feathered Immortal Sect and the Wind-Thunder Sect. One was a dragon soaring above the heavens, the other… just an ant crawling in the mud.
How could they possibly cross paths?
Ahem.
Xu Younian cleared his throat and looked solemnly toward the sky. Then he shouted:
"I have no intention of offending! Senior, if you are present, please reveal yourself and retrieve your token!"
Everyone raised their heads and stared at the sky in anticipation.
If someone really appeared… and they made a good impression… it could change the future of the Xuantian Sect forever!
...
A lone crow cawed in the distance.
The sky remained empty.
Xu Younian wasn't ready to give up and was about to shout again when a hand tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned to see a silver-haired young man giving him an odd look.
"Junior Brother Ye, you..."
Ye Junlin said helplessly, "Stop shouting. I killed everyone."