Chapter 109: The Guardian's Illegitimate Child

Bai Chen, Zhao Hui, and Zhao Jingjing all looked toward Yue Feng, their eyes filled with deep anger.

This was their companion, yet simply because of his resentment toward Ye Yun, he intended to silence everyone.

Especially Zhao Hui, whose eyes blazed with fury as he shouted, "Yue Feng, you beast!"

Because just moments ago, not only had Yue Feng tried to kill everyone, but he had also harbored sinister intentions toward Zhao Jingjing, his own sister.

At this moment, Ye Yun had already stepped forward, a cold smile playing on his lips. "If you wish to escape, you can try. But I guarantee you’ll never make it out of these woods."

"You think I’m afraid of you?" Yue Feng, though inwardly intimidated by Ye Yun’s strength, put on a brave front. He summoned a flying sword, which hovered above his head, its sharp aura piercing the sky.

"A mid-tier flying sword artifact?"

Fang Tuo was slightly surprised; typically, only cultivators in the Golden Core realm possessed mid-tier artifacts. For someone at the peak of Foundation Establishment to own one usually meant they belonged to a great clan or were an important figure in a sect.

No wonder Yue Feng was so arrogant—armed with a mid-tier flying sword and at the peak of the Foundation Establishment, he could indeed act with impunity beneath the Golden Core level.

"One year ago, this was the flying sword of a core disciple of Everlasting Spring Palace. After I killed him, the sword became mine," Yue Feng said, a sinister glint in his eyes. With the confidence granted by the artifact, he felt more assured in facing Ye Yun.

"To kill your own sect brother—it’s an unforgivable crime. Even if you were given the finest artifact, you’d still be nothing but trash," Ye Yun sneered, his figure blurring as he spread his arms wide like a blazing crimson roc, soaring across the air toward Yue Feng.

A sharp hum echoed as sword light flashed, Yue Feng’s flying sword radiating cold brilliance that dazzled the eyes.

"Secret Arts: First Cycle!"

Suspended in midair, Ye Yun suddenly uttered a low shout. Instantly, his aura surged, and with the boost from his secret arts, his martial body ascended to a whole new level.

With a metallic clang, his palm collided with the mid-tier flying sword, producing the sound of iron striking stone.

"What a formidable body!" Zhao Hui and Bai Chen were dumbfounded. Ye Yun hadn’t summoned any artifact, yet with sheer physical strength, he clashed head-on with a mid-tier flying sword. Such power was unrivaled beneath the Golden Core realm.

Though his palm forced the flying sword back, Ye Yun’s movement was affected, and he dropped from midair.

The instant his feet touched the ground, his form suddenly changed, transforming into a Crimson Flame Wolf. He sprang forth with lightning speed, giving Yue Feng no chance to catch his breath or escape.

"Sword Web!"

Yue Feng was terrified. On one hand, Ye Yun’s brute strength was frightening; on the other, his speed was overwhelming, filling Yue Feng with despair.

He controlled his flying sword to weave a mesh of sword light before him, dense and impenetrable, attempting to block Ye Yun’s assault.

But in the next moment, he realized Ye Yun’s form had vanished without a trace—he hadn’t attacked the sword web at all.

A scorching aura descended from above, making Yue Feng’s scalp tingle and his entire body shudder in terror.

"He’s above!"

Without hesitation, he summoned his true energy and commanded his flying sword to slash overhead, while he himself fled at top speed, not daring to look back.

Ye Yun reached out and seized the mid-tier flying sword, gripping it like an iron vise, unmoved by its frantic struggle.

"Trash." Ye Yun cast a disdainful glance at Yue Feng’s fleeing figure.

Though Ye Yun was only at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, his Crimson Flame true energy was exceptionally robust—far surpassing ordinary peak Foundation cultivators, if not equal to Golden Core experts. The high-level arts he cultivated made Yue Feng’s strength insignificant in comparison.

He infused his thick Crimson Flame true energy into the sword, erasing every trace of Yue Feng’s aura from the artifact.

Artifacts are linked to their owner's aura; as soon as Ye Yun cleansed it, Yue Feng, who had run dozens of meters, was affected—he staggered, blood spilling from his lips.

Yet he didn’t dare look back. Though a mid-tier flying sword was precious, it could not compare to his own life.

"Come back!"

A furious shout echoed from behind, followed by a wave of searing fire. A giant crimson hand appeared out of thin air, grabbing Yue Feng as he ran.

"True energy hand?" Zhao Hui, his sister, and Bai Chen stared in shock.

Only Golden Core cultivators could usually condense true energy into a giant hand for long-range attacks. A few with exceptionally strong energy at the peak of Foundation Establishment might also manage it.

Yet Ye Yun, merely at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, could do this—truly astonishing.

With a loud crash, the crimson hand lifted Yue Feng like a chick and slammed him to the ground, eliciting a mournful scream as countless bones broke.

"Useless." Ye Yun looked coldly at the wailing Yue Feng.

Yue Feng had focused on energy cultivation, with little martial training, so his body was frail, unable to withstand such punishment.

"Yue Feng, you beast!"

Recovering from the shock Ye Yun had given him, Zhao Hui rushed forward and began pummeling the fallen Yue Feng with fists and kicks.

Zhao Jingjing was his only family, their parents had died young, and he was grateful that both siblings had talent enough to become disciples of Everlasting Spring Palace.

He had vowed to protect his sister for life, but now Yue Feng had tried to kill both siblings and had even attempted to violate her. How could he not be enraged?

Even the usually gentle Zhao Jingjing, full of fury, stepped forward and kicked Yue Feng hard to vent her anger.

Ye Yun's fingertips gathered crimson flames into a fireball.

Seeing Ye Yun about to kill Yue Feng, Bai Chen suddenly stepped between them.

"What now? Bai Chen, are you trying to protect him?" Ye Yun frowned.

"I'm not protecting him, but Yue Feng's master is Guardian Jingyue of Everlasting Spring Palace. Jingyue treats him as his own son. If we kill him, Jingyue will never let it go," Bai Chen explained helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun understood. From Bai Chen’s words, he learned that Yue Feng was likely the son Jingyue had fathered with a mortal during his travels.

In a sect like Everlasting Spring Palace, becoming a Guardian or Elder meant being a Golden Core master. Yue Feng was merely an inner disciple—his talent was good, but not enough to warrant such favor unless he was Jingyue’s illegitimate son.

If Yue Feng was indeed Jingyue’s son, it all made sense.

If they killed Yue Feng, Jingyue would never forgive them for murdering his child.

"Bai Chen, do you think with Yue Feng’s vengeful nature, even if we spare him, once Jingyue backs him, he won’t become even more unscrupulous in targeting us?"

Ye Yun sneered. "I don’t mind, but I can guarantee Yue Feng will never let any of you go."