A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 321: When Thunder Roars… Evil Shall Perish.

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: When Thunder Roars… Evil Shall Perish.

Seeing that Wen Zhenxin didn’t respond, Old Han simply let out a quiet sigh.

But then, he couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful this powerful young woman was up close.

Not only was she talented, but her beauty was stunning as well.

’Well… not like I stand a chance anyway.’

Old Han sighed inwardly, fully aware of his own limits.

For now, his plan was simple… snatch a few more treasures and leave this place alive.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind trying his luck to obtain that extraordinary-looking light, but he knew the chances were slim.

’…And maybe start a small family in a mortal town afterward.’

He had long decided to continue his bloodline, hoping that one day a descendant might surpass him and walk further on the path of cultivation.

If only this young woman were willing to bear him a child… what a blessing that would be.

Just as he was lost in his daydream, Wen Zhenxin’s soft voice snapped him back to reality.

“Found you…”

Old Han blinked, following her gaze.

In the distance, she was staring at the icy battlefield, where an incomparably beautiful fairy was locked in combat with a demonic disciple.

“Are you going to help them, young miss?” Old Han asked, assuming she belonged to the righteous path.

But Wen Zhenxin didn’t answer.

Thinking she might be hesitating or considering her approach, Old Han smiled casually and added,

“If you’re planning to help the righteous disciples, there’s no need.”

“Oh?”

Wen Zhenxin finally turned to him, her gaze carrying a hint of curiosity.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Old Han glanced around the battlefield, searching… but he couldn’t find the monstrous male disciple he had seen earlier.

He let out a quiet sigh.

“That’s because… the strongest among the righteous disciples hasn’t arrived yet.”

Wen Zhenxin blinked, turning her gaze toward the righteous side.

There were already many powerful figures present, especially those two women from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

And yet, Old Han was saying there was someone even stronger?

’You shouldn’t underestimate others, my disciple. There are far more geniuses in this world than you can imagine.’

Immortal Jiuming’s voice echoed softly in her mind, having sensed her thoughts.

Wen Zhenxin froze for a brief moment before letting out a quiet breath.

’You’re right, Master… it seems I’ve grown a little overconfident.’

Sensing her realization, Immortal Jiuming couldn’t help but feel a trace of pride.

Arrogance wasn’t necessarily a bad thing… but there was always a sky beyond the sky.

He didn’t want his disciple to suffer because of blind confidence.

’It’s good that you understand. But even so… among all the disciples within this secret realm, I can confidently say that you are the most talented of them all.’

Then his gaze shifted slightly toward Yan Moxuan.

’…and even stronger than that one who is suppressing his own cultivation realm.’

He had already seen through that demonic disciple with a single glance.

Wen Zhenxin nodded, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

“Thank you for your guidance, Master.”

But then, her eyes slowly hardened with resolve.

“…Now, I’ll see to it that the tragic future I witnessed never becomes reality.”

She rose to her feet.

“Hm? What’s wrong, young miss?” Old Han asked, noticing her movement and the words she had just murmured.

But she didn’t answer.

In the next instant, her figure vanished like a gust of wind.

Old Han blinked, dumbfounded yet instinctively, he knew where she was headed.

Toward that… icy battlefield.

The entire area seemed to freeze as ice spread across the ground, while a chilling aura filling the air.

“Hahaha! Don’t you think it’s fate that brought us together?”

Ye Mo casually dodged another slash, a strand of his hair getting cut and instantly freezing solid.

Yet he didn’t seem to mind.

Instead, he looked at Yue Lan with a smile.

To be honest… he was finding this woman more and more to his liking.

“…”

Yue Lan didn’t respond.

She continued to swing her sword, each strike carrying deadly intent.

But during their exchange, she had already realized something…

He was… stronger than before.

Her sword flashed again, cold qi surging as frost spread across the ground.

Shing!

A crescent arc of ice tore toward Ye Mo’s neck… clean, precise and merciless.

But—

“Hah…”

Ye Mo tilted his head slightly.

The blade passed by, grazing another strand of his hair.

It fell… instantly freezing before it even touched the ground.

And yet, he was still smiling.

“You’ve gotten stronger,” he said lightly, his eyes narrowing with interest. “Did something happen while we were apart?”

Crack!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a chain shot forward and coiled around her sword, locking it in place.

Yue Lan’s eyes grew colder.

The moment the chain wrapped around her blade.

She didn’t panic.

Instead, her grip tightened and the temperature around them plummeted.

Crack…

Frost began to crawl along the dark chain, spreading rapidly like a living thing as it climbed toward Ye Mo’s hand.

“You talk too much.”

Her voice was calm.

But the killing intent beneath it… was real.

Ye Mo glanced at the creeping ice, his brows lifting slightly.

“Oh?”

For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared.

Then—

Boom!

A surge of dark red qi erupted from his arm, violently shaking the chain as the frost shattered into glittering shards.

Yue Lan leapt back, creating distance with her sword still raised.

Seeing this, Ye Mo let out a sigh, lightly shaking his frost-covered arm.

His skin had turned deathly pale, as if the blood within it had begun to freeze.

“Ahh~… it seems you were holding back during our first encounter.”

“…”

Yue Lan didn’t reply.

Cold qi began to seep from her body, spreading outward as she prepared to use everything she had.

Sensing the rising pressure, Ye Mo finally dropped his carefree smile.

Ting!

Black chains coiled around his arm, forming a gauntlet.

Right now, he couldn’t enter Abyssal Chain state as that was something only his strongest “life” could use.

But even so… it didn’t mean the current him was weak.

“Don’t worry,” Ye Mo said with a smile as black flames slowly ignited along the chains on his arm.

“I’ll make sure to break your limbs and bring you back with me.”

“…”

Yue Lan tightened her grip on her sword, her breath turning faintly visible in the cold air.

The two stood facing each other, the air between them growing heavier as they were on the verge of a final clash.

But suddenly—

BOOOOM!

A thunderous roar of lightning erupted, as a blinding green light engulfing the battlefield and startling them both.

Yue Lan’s golden eyes widened because before her…

…Ye Mo’s chest was suddenly split open.

Spurt!

Blood spurted outward as his body jerked violently.

Ye Mo looked as if he had seen a ghost, staring down at the wound across his chest.

“…What?”

Then—

SPURT!

Countless slashes appeared across his body in rapid succession.

ROAR!

With a brilliant flash of green lightning, the entire area was once again blinded.

For a split second, time seemed to stop.

Before—

SPURT!!

…Ye Mo’s body was cleanly yet violently severed at the waist.

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Slowly… almost unwillingly…

His body began to fall apart.

Thud.

Yue Lan froze, watching in shock as the sudden, brutal death unfolded before her eyes.

But then—

ROAR!!

Another deafening surge of lightning erupted, the sound tearing through her ears as a second flash blinded her vision.

When her sight returned—

There was nothing left before her but Ye Mo’s severed body.

“What… was that…?”

Thud.

A presence… was suddenly felt behind her.

Yue Lan’s body stiffened.

Slowly, she turned and…

There—

A young, heroic woman stood, her body cloaked in crackling green lightning.

She crouched low, her ponytail swaying gently within the storm of energy, while her sword angled upward… aimed directly at Yue Lan’s heart.

But what caught Yue Lan’s attention… was her expression.

…It was conflicted.

“…I’m sorry.”

Before Yue Lan could even grasp what she meant—

The sword moved like lightning.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Yue Lan stared at the incoming blade as that strange, destructive light filling her vision.

She could feel it… absolute death.

Yet… there was no fear inside her.

Only a faint trace of apology flickered in her eyes as her thoughts turned to a single figure… realizing she could no longer repay all the favors she owed.

“Li… Feng—”

SPURT!!

Bright red blood burst forth, drifting through the air like falling petals before staining the frozen ground.

’Where am I…?’

Fen Ziyan murmured softly as she looked around.

As far as the eye could see, she seemed to be standing upon a vast black ocean.

It was still, silent… and endless.

There was no shore or land in sight… only an unfathomable darkness stretching into the distance, as though the world itself had been swallowed whole.

A faint ripple moved beneath her feet, yet the surface remained eerily calm… as if even the ocean dared not disturb this place peace.

Fen Ziyan’s brows slowly furrowed.

’…What is this place…?’