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"Alliance Leader! You've really come!"

Wanwan's voice, filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and boundless reverence, rang out clearly in the night sky.

As she spoke, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned towards the darkest corner of the courtyard, filled with a complex mix of emotions including fear, awe, and curiosity.

There was nothing there before.

Suddenly, another figure appeared.

The person seemed to have always been standing there, blending into the night, or perhaps emerging silently from nothingness.

He wore a simple blue robe, his figure upright, not particularly imposing, yet possessing a calm and steadfast air. A thin mist seemed to shroud his face, obscuring his features; only a pair of eyes, as calm as a deep, still pool, were vaguely visible. Moonlight shone upon him, but seemed absorbed, reflecting no light whatsoever.

He stood there quietly, yet he seemed to become the center of the entire world.

Without any intimidating aura or sharp killing intent, simply standing there made An Long, the big boss of the Demonic Sect, and his four top experts feel a tremor and suffocation from the depths of their souls.

It was as if they were facing not a person, but a starry sky, a vast ocean, or an insurmountable peak.

Is this the legendary leader of the Heavenly Alliance—Nameless?
Yi Huawei didn't look at Wanwan on the eaves, nor did he speak immediately. Instead, he slowly turned his calm gaze to Anlong, who was on high alert and sweating profusely.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Only the faint sound of the night wind rustling through the ruins, and the pounding of Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu's hearts, almost leaping out of their chests, sounded exceptionally clear in the stagnant air.

Yi Huawei's gaze fell calmly on An Long, without any apparent emotional fluctuation, as if he were looking at a stone or a withered blade of grass. However, it was precisely this extreme calmness that contained a power more chilling than any ferocious glare.

Anlong felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing snow, an uncontrollable chill and sense of insignificance welling up from the depths of his soul.

He wanted to speak, to say something to break the suffocating silence—perhaps a threat, perhaps a question, perhaps… a plea for mercy? But his throat felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single syllable. He could only watch helplessly as the figure in the blue robe slowly raised his right hand.

The movements were slow, gentle, and natural, as if he were simply raising his hand to brush the dust off his sleeves, without even the hem of his clothes fluttering.

However, the moment Yi Huawei raised his hand, An Long, Du Li, and Sun Huai's expressions changed drastically!
The three of them felt an indescribable and irresistible suction force. It was as if their own life essence and source of power had suddenly found an outlet and was pouring out uncontrollably at a terrifying speed!

The Northern Darkness Divine Art embraces all rivers!
"Ugh—!"

Du Li was the first to let out a painful groan. He was the most violent of them all and tried to use his internal energy to resist, but his fierce and scorching palm force was like a mud ox sinking into the sea. Not only did it fail to stop the loss of internal energy, it was like adding fuel to the fire, causing the loss to accelerate!
Du Li trembled violently, his skin lost its luster at a visible speed, becoming dry and wrinkled. His strong body seemed to have lost its support, quickly hunching over. His full head of black hair turned gray from the roots to snow white in an instant!
Next was Sun Huai, the shrewd and calculating "Iron Abacus." His face, once composed, was now devoid of any composure, replaced only by extreme fear and despair. The abacus clattered to the ground, and he clutched his abdomen tightly, as if trying to suppress the continuous loss of his inner strength, but all in vain. He felt his meridians cracking rapidly like a dried-up riverbed, decades of cultivation vanishing like the receding tide. His cheeks sunken, his eyes deep-set, wrinkles etched like knife cuts, transforming him from a capable old man into a frail, dying old man in the blink of an eye, even his strength to stand rapidly fading.

The most terrified was An Long. His skill was the most profound, and his perception of the danger was the clearest and most terrifying. That powerful, scorching true energy of the Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring was no longer a weapon to help him dominate the martial world; instead, it had become a catalyst that accelerated his demise.

Anlong desperately tried to quell his turbulent inner energy by circulating his inner energy, but his true essence surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, rushing headlong into the invisible vortex. His obese body, no longer appearing robust due to the abundance of true energy, resembled a deflated balloon; his skin loosened, fat sagged, and his round, plump face rapidly withered, wrinkles piling up. His once piercing, narrow eyes were now only cloudy and lifeless. Large patches of his thick hair fell out and turned white. In just a few breaths, he seemed to have aged fifty years, transforming from a wealthy middle-aged businessman into a withered, decaying, and dying old man.

This bizarre and terrifying scene completely stunned the other two people present—Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu.

Sun Qiniang's once alluring face was drained of color, her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. She was completely unaware as the poisoned dagger in her hand clattered to the ground, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with incomprehensible horror.

She saw Sect Leader Anlong, the almost omnipotent giant of the demonic sect in her mind, withering away like a piece of rotten wood; she saw Du Li, known for his strength, become a white-haired old man slumped on the ground; she saw the shrewd Sun Huai curled up on the ground, barely breathing.

This is no longer martial arts, this is demonic magic! It's a technique that only gods and demons can possess! Intense fear made her delicate body tremble violently, almost collapsing.

Ouyang Xu even forgot to cough; his sallow face was now deathly pale, and his hand holding the judge's pen trembled like a leaf in the wind. He had spent his life studying insidious and vicious techniques, believing he had witnessed the most bizarre methods in the world, but what was happening before him completely overturned his understanding.

Absorbing someone's internal energy? There are similar techniques in the Demonic Sect, but they are all extremely dangerous and slow. How could they be like this... like a whale sucking in water, turning decades of hard work into nothing in just a few breaths? This is beyond the realm of martial arts! Looking at Yi Huawei's calm and unwavering profile, I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my soul trembled.

The whole process took only three or four breaths.

Yi Huawei's hand remained outstretched, while An Long, Du Li, and Sun Huai lay sprawled on the ground like three puddles of mud. The three weren't dead, but all the internal energy they had painstakingly cultivated had been drained completely. Without the support of their internal energy, they became weaker than ordinary old people, their hair gray, their skin wrinkled, their eyes vacant, only their faint breathing proving they were still alive. An Long, in particular, his once obese body now slumped there, resembling more of a skeleton draped in human skin.

Yi Huawei didn't even glance at the three people on the ground. He raised his hand and slightly closed it. Above his palm, the air distorted slightly, and three streams of energy of different colors and restless movements were swirling and colliding wildly. One was crimson and scorching, belonging to An Long's "Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring" true energy; one was fierce and domineering, belonging to Du Li's palm force; and one was more yin and cunning, belonging to Sun Huai's pure internal energy. If these three true energies, with their vastly different and even conflicting attributes, were forcibly absorbed into a person's body, they would be enough to shatter their meridians and cause death.

But Yi Huawei merely moved his mind slightly, and the vast true essence within his body, like the most precise furnace and filter, instantly enveloped these three different kinds of true energy.

Silently, the three restless streams of energy were purified and refined at a visible speed. Impurities and inherent properties were completely obliterated and purified by the vast, star-like power. The crimson heat became gentle, the fierce dominance transformed into purity, and the cunning gentleness became agile. Finally, the three streams merged into an incomparably pure innate true energy, exhibiting a faint chaotic hue and containing immense life energy! This true energy was incomparably pure, gentle, and balanced, and could be perfectly absorbed by martial artists of almost any cultivation method without any side effects!

Yi Huawei turned his gaze to Wanwan, who was still in shock on the eaves, and flicked his finger.

The chaotic, pure true energy transformed into a gentle stream of light, instantly traversing several meters and disappearing into Wanwan's dantian!

"Concentrate your mind and guide your Qi back to its origin."

Yi Huawei's calm voice reached Wanwan's ears, causing her to shudder and instantly recover from her shock. Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately sat cross-legged on the eaves and began circulating the "Heavenly Demon Great Art." The extremely pure innate true energy, upon entering her body, did not cause rejection like ordinary external internal energy. Instead, it rapidly flowed into her limbs and bones like sweet rain, nourishing the vital energy she had consumed in the fierce battle and enhancing her power at an astonishing speed!

The barrier of the Heavenly Demon Art, which was originally stuck at the peak of the sixteenth level, actually began to loosen under the impact of this vast power! His aura rose steadily at a visible speed, his skin became more crystal clear, his eyes shone with divine light, and his entire temperament underwent a subtle change, becoming even more profound!

From the moment Yi Huawei raised his hand to the moment he drained the three people's internal energy, and then refined and purified it before transferring it into Wanwan's body, it took only about ten breaths!

Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu were completely petrified.

The two men stared, mouths agape, eyes bulging out of their sockets, their minds blank, utterly unable to process the scene before them that surpassed their entire understanding of martial arts. Absorbing, refining, transferring power… this was something straight out of mythology!

This Heavenly Dao Alliance Leader, "Nameless," is he... is he a human or a demon?!

Looking at Wanwan sitting cross-legged, Yi Huawei slowly turned his gaze to Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu, who were slumped on the ground.

Their eyes remained calm as still water, but beneath that calm, Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu felt a pressure more terrifying than death itself. Not even a thought of resistance could arise in their minds; only boundless fear remained.

Sun Qiniang's lips trembled, wanting to beg for mercy or utter a few harsh words, but extreme fear gripped her throat, leaving only broken gasps. Ouyang Xu didn't even dare to lift his head; his sallow face was now ashen, his body trembling violently. His previous sinister ruthlessness had vanished, leaving only the humility and despair of an ant facing divine might. Yi Huawei remained silent, only raising his hand again, a strange light gathering at his fingertips. The light was somewhat hazy, as if containing moisture and ice crystals, shifting and swirling, giving one a strange feeling of extreme cold and intense itching.

A flick of the finger.

"Huh! Huh!"

Two barely perceptible points of cold light, like fine needles formed from night dew, instantly pierced the ancestral acupoints between Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu's eyebrows! The two didn't even have time to think of dodging.

The cold light entered his body, initially without much sensation, only a slight coolness between his brows. But immediately afterward, an indescribable tingling and itching sensation, like a million ants simultaneously crawling out from the depths of his bone marrow, rapidly spread throughout his body along his meridians! This itch didn't stay on the surface of his skin, but penetrated deep into his internal organs and the eight extraordinary meridians, an itch so intense it drove him mad, making him want to tear his own flesh open and scratch!

"what--!"

Sun Qiniang couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, frantically scratching at her body. Her magnificent crimson silk skirt was instantly torn in countless places, revealing bloody scratches beneath. Her alluring face was contorted in pain, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably from her nose; where was even a trace of the "Charming Lady" charm?

Ouyang Xu curled up into a ball, like a boiled shrimp. His violent cough turned into painful dry heaving. He gripped his neck tightly with both hands, as if trying to suffocate to fight the insidious itch. His sallow face flushed an unnatural red, and his eyes bulged out and were bloodshot.

This is a control method created by Yi Huawei based on the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" and combined with the control of water-attribute elemental energy. Its principle and effect are similar to the "Life and Death Talisman" of Tianshan Child Granny, but it is more exquisite and direct and cannot be solved by ordinary means.

"This is the 'Mystic Ice Restriction'."

Yi Huawei’s calm voice rang out, clearly reaching the ears of the two struggling in pain: “When it flares up, it feels like a thousand ants are gnawing at your heart, an unbearable itch, until your true energy surges back, your meridians are severed, and you die. Unless you use our unique method to relieve the pain on time, you will be unable to live or die.”

The words were devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet they were more chilling than any vicious curse.

Upon hearing this, Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu struggled even more violently, their eyes filled with extreme pain and pleading. Only now did they truly understand what absolute control meant, and what it meant to be worse than dead.

"The ban is triggered once a month."

Yi Huawei said calmly, "From today onwards, the two of you will temporarily take over the affairs of the Tianlian Sect in Sichuan."

His gaze swept over Anlong, Duli, and Sun Huai, who lay on the ground like three piles of rags.

"As for the three of them... publicly declare that Anlong suffered a qi deviation during his cultivation, losing all his power, and that you two will take over the sect's affairs. You can decide how to handle them yourselves; just remember, if they die, or if the news leaks..."

The words were left unsaid, but the chilling killing intent sent a chill down Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu's spines, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. Even the intense itching they felt seemed to be temporarily suppressed by fear. The two nodded frantically, making hoarse sounds to indicate that they understood.

"From now on, you two will obey her orders."

Yi Huawei turned his gaze to Wanwan, who was meditating with her eyes closed on the eaves: "Seeing her is like seeing me. If there is even the slightest resistance..."

His thoughts moved slightly.

Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu immediately felt the intense itching in their bodies recede like a tide, coming and going quickly, but the terrifying memory that penetrated to their very bones was firmly etched into the depths of their souls.

The two collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Their bodies were soaked in cold sweat and bloodstains, as if they had just been pulled out of the water. Their gazes toward Yi Huawei were filled with utter awe and submission.

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate understands! I will obey the Alliance Leader's decree!"

Sun Qiniang struggled to kneel on the ground, her voice hoarse and trembling. Ouyang Xu also struggled to his feet, kowtowing repeatedly, unable to even speak coherently.

Yi Huawei didn't look at them again, his gaze returning to Wanwan with a hint of scrutiny.

At this moment, Wanwan is in a wonderful state.

The pure innate true energy, refined from the life's work of three masters, flowed through her body like a gentle river, surging and circulating along the path of the "Heavenly Demon Great Art." With each cycle, her true energy grew stronger, her meridians widened, and her dantian became more stable.

The bottleneck that had been stuck at the peak of the sixteenth level emitted a faint cracking sound under the impact of this vast power. Wanwan's aura continued to rise, and her cheeks, which had been slightly pale from the fierce battle, now showed a healthy blush. Her skin was as smooth as jade, as if it had a precious light flowing through it.

The most noticeable change occurred in her temperament. Her original charm and allure remained, but she had gained a calm and profound inner quality. When her eyes closed, her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the occasional glimpse of her gaze carried a hint of awe-inspiring and unapproachable majesty. An invisible aura seemed to emanate from her, repelling even the night wind.

Yi Huawei watched quietly, his eyes calm and unwavering. To him, enhancing Wanwan's skills was merely a casual move on the chessboard, a means to strengthen his own side and further extend his favor and control over the Yin Kui Sect. As for the internal energy of An Long and the other two, in his eyes, it was no different from roadside boulders—just usable materials.

Time passed slowly, about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The aura flowing around Wanwan gradually calmed down, eventually settling into a deep tranquility, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In that instant, a tangible brilliance seemed to shoot from her eyes, illuminating a corner of the dimly lit eaves, before receding and transforming into an even deeper and more captivating expression. Wanwan gently exhaled a breath of stale air, the long and lingering breath condensing into a faint white ribbon in the air, lasting for several breaths before dissipating.

She succeeded. Not only did she completely refine the vast true energy, but she also broke through the long-standing bottleneck, pushing the "Heavenly Demon Great Art" to the seventeenth level! Her power was more than twice as strong as before!
Wanwan felt the surging, yet perfectly controlled, new power within her, and her heart was filled with indescribable excitement and ecstasy. Looking down at the figure in blue robes, her beautiful eyes were filled with unspeakable reverence and gratitude.

With a light leap, she nimbly descended from the eaves, landing in front of Yi Huawei, and respectfully curtsied.
"Wanwan kowtows in gratitude to the Alliance Leader for his life-saving grace!"

This gesture was made with heartfelt admiration.

Yi Huawei nodded slightly, acknowledging the gesture. He glanced at Sun Qiniang and Ouyang Xu, who were still kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, as well as the three crippled men on the ground, and said indifferently, "Once this matter is settled, you should explain the follow-up matters to them clearly."

"Yes, Alliance Leader."

Wanwan responded respectfully. When she looked up again, Yi Huawei's figure had vanished like a ghost, as if he had never been there. All that remained was a mess in the courtyard and a few people whose minds had been turned upside down.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

Wanwan straightened up, feeling the unprecedented power within her body. She glanced at the awe-inspiring and submissive Sun Qiniang, Ouyang Xu, and the crippled An Long, and a slow, sly smile curved her lips. (End of Chapter)