Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 85 The Rebellion of the Heavenly Thunder Sect
Her lips moved, her throat tightened, and for a moment she couldn't make a sound. After a long while, she slowly raised her hand and covered her chest.

Then, she suddenly murmured softly, yet each word was firm and resonant:
"I will definitely save him."

"Even if he really...stepped into darkness, and never recognized me again..."

“I’m going to bring him back too.”

She slowly stood up, her body disheveled, yet her eyes held an unprecedented clarity and resolve.

“I will marry him.”

"No matter what he becomes."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone fell silent. Even the last lingering thunder in the sky quietly subsided at that moment.

Feng Jin, however, still stood stubbornly in the wind, gazing in the direction Xie Jinghong had been taken away, as if her whole heart was tied to that receding figure, unshakable by anyone.

Xie Mingli stood motionless. Feng Jin's voice still echoed in her ears, like a dull needle, slow and steady, yet precisely piercing her heart.

“I will marry him, no matter what he becomes.”

This sentence pierces straight to the heart.

At this moment, all those past prejudices crumbled in the face of this fervent and unwavering vow.

Feng Jin's resolute decision was like a dazzling bolt of lightning, piercing through the gloom of reason and restraint that had shrouded her heart for many years, and illuminating the corner she had never truly touched.

At that moment, she truly accepted this woman from the bottom of her heart.

Even if Feng Jin was once someone else, even if Feng Jin is about to stand on the opposite side of her.

She was still convinced.

Prince Duan turned his gaze toward the Thunder God Sect, staring intently at Sect Leader Mu Yun. His voice suddenly turned cold: "Mu Yun, I ask you, is the Thunder God Sect willing to present the Yin Thunder Heavenly Scripture to the imperial court, to be sealed and stored by the inner court to prove its innocence?"

These words shocked everyone present.

Mu Yun's gaze was unfriendly as he slowly shook his head: "The Yin Thunder Heavenly Scripture was created by our ancestor Mu Lietian and is rooted in the foundation of our sect. It has been the sect's treasured scripture for generations and cannot be given to outsiders. I hope Your Highness will understand."

Upon hearing this, Prince Duan suddenly shouted in a stern voice, startling everyone present: "The Heavenly Thunder Sect has abused thunder magic, forcibly seized cultivation techniques and resources from cultivators of other sects, set ambushes and ambushes, secretly trafficked forbidden artifacts, and operated on the black market. Its crimes are numerous. I originally intended to spare your lives, hoping that you would be sensible and offer up the Thunder Scripture to show your remorse."

His face was grim, and with a flick of his folding fan, he coldly uttered:
"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for overturning the case and settling accounts one by one!"

A cold glint flashed in Chu Ning's eyes, but his heart sank. He looked at Prince Duan on the high platform and understood—this prince had long since investigated the many misdeeds of the Thunder God Sect, but had delayed in revealing them, waiting only to expose them today, using the Wuhou Mansion and Xie Jinghong's matter to wipe out the Wang family and the Thunder God Sect together, eliminating them completely.

“What a cunning Prince Duan…” Chu Ning’s eyes were deep and unfathomable. “He is meticulous in his planning, with hidden dangers. Today’s situation is probably just the tip of the iceberg in his scheme.”

Mu Yun's face was ashen, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and his eyes surged with turmoil. Although he resented Prince Duan for using the situation to exert pressure, he also knew that the current situation was beyond the control of a single sect. The slightest misstep could lead to the destruction of the sect and utter ruin.

He forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "If Prince Duan suspects my Heavenly Thunder Sect, he may send a secret envoy from the inner court to the sect to investigate. The Heavenly Thunder Sect has been established for three hundred years. Although some disciples have made mistakes, they are not enough to condemn someone outright and label them with the words 'numerous crimes.' As for the 'Yin Thunder Heavenly Canon,' I am afraid I cannot comply. This canon is the foundation of our sect and must not be leaked."

Upon hearing this, Prince Duan sneered, his tone chilling: "What a fine 'not to be leaked' statement. Have you forgotten that I hold more than just 'suspicion' in my hands?"

He abruptly changed the subject, raising his voice: "Qin Qian, the clerk of the Heavenly Thunder Sect's Punishment Hall, and Liu Guan, the steward, both colluded with remnants of the Blood Refining Hall to secretly concoct Yin Sha Thunder Poison and harm fellow martial artists. Such actions have incurred the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people. How dare they try to deny it?"

A glint flashed in Mu Yun's eyes, and he retorted sharply, "What evidence is there for empty words? Prince Duan's words are probably too arbitrary!"

Before the words were finished, a clear but angry female voice interrupted: "If it were just empty talk, my Marquis Wu's caravan wouldn't have stained the official road with blood that night!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xie Mingli slowly stepping out, her eyes cold and her face slightly pale. Although she had not fully recovered her breath, she showed no fear.

“Half a month ago, on my way back to the manor, I was ambushed. If it weren’t for my guards risking their lives to rescue me, I would probably have died in the wilderness.” She raised her sleeve, revealing a section of skin, beneath which faint traces of lightning poison burns remained. “This is Yin Sha Lightning Poison, which can only be recorded in the Heavenly Thunder Sect’s scriptures. Sect Leader Mu Yun, is this just empty talk?”

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Mu Yun's face darkened, but he forced himself to remain calm: "Since Miss Xie's injuries have healed, it's possible that she's using unorthodox methods to manipulate things. Besides, how can one person's words represent the entire sect?"

Chu Ning suddenly moved. In a flash, he landed gracefully in front of a disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Sect. Before the disciple could react, a ring on his hand was forcibly removed by Chu Ning.

"How dare you..." The disciple was filled with shock and anger, but Chu Ning struck his shoulder blade with a finger strike, rendering him unable to move.

Chu Ning stared at the lightning-patterned ring in his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing the ring's surface. He slowly lifted the ring, turning it over to reveal the inner wall, where a faint bloodstain was clearly visible. Though the mark was shallow, the characters were distinct:

"A startling appearance, the blue sky is in disarray."

The moment those four words were uttered, everyone fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze. Chu Ning's eyes turned icy, his gaze piercing Mu Yun, and he said loudly, "Sect Leader Mu Yun, this Thunderbolt Sect's specially made thunder-patterned ring is engraved with blood characters and clear secret orders. Who does 'Jinghong' refer to, and what does 'Qingyun' refer to? How do you explain this?"

Mu Yun's expression changed drastically, his sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind. Several Heavenly Thunder Sect deacons beside him turned pale and avoided eye contact.

There was silence.

Prince Duan waved his sleeve and said, "If the Heavenly Thunder Sect remains obstinate and refuses to obey the imperial decree, from this day forward, I will petition to have its title revoked, its eligibility to serve in the court stripped, and its membership expelled. All its disciples will be reassigned by the court!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect turned pale, and many even showed fear and hesitation.

Mu Yun's chest heaved violently, and for the first time, his expression wavered. He had clearly not expected that Prince Duan had planned so deeply, step by step locking his throat and leaving him no way out.

At this moment, Chu Ning suddenly muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that Prince Duan and Mu Yun are both vicious people."

As he pondered, he scanned the entire scene. He knew that if no one broke the deadlock, the Heavenly Thunder Sect was likely to be destroyed. But to act rashly would only make him another pawn in Prince Duan's game.

At that moment, a ruthless glint flashed in Mu Yun's eyes. He slowly raised his head, his eyes no longer filled with surprise and hesitation, but with determination.

"Since you are determined to destroy my sect... then let's settle this with a single battle!"

In the next instant, his true energy erupted like a raging torrent, bursting forth with a deafening roar! A ring of lightning bloomed around him, like silver snakes dancing wildly, causing a deafening boom across the surrounding area. The Yin Lightning power within his body surged like a tide, and his aura instantly soared to the peak of the eighth rank.

The atmosphere suddenly tightened, and the oppressive force felt like a boulder pressing down on everyone's chests, making it almost impossible to breathe. Many with weaker cultivation levels immediately turned pale, and some even felt their knees go weak.

Prince Duan smiled lightly, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"Finally, it took the bait," he murmured.

Before he finished speaking, four dark figures flashed out from behind him almost simultaneously. They were all eighth-rank guards clad in imperial armor and carrying short halberds. The four men stepped into the void, instantly sealing off the four corners of the arena. Their auras intertwined to form a net, blocking all of Mu Yun's escape routes.

"Mu Yun of the Heavenly Thunder Sect is suspected of colluding with evil forces and attempting to disobey orders. I, the King, will immediately carry out divine punishment!" The King's voice was like thunder. With a flick of his finger, a command talisman shot out into the air and then turned into flames and dissipated.

"Well done!" Mu Yun roared, his hair flying wildly, lightning patterns appearing all over his body, as if possessed by a thunder god. Lightning gathered in his palms, and the Yin lightning energy intertwined into two electric dragons, roaring as they pounced on the four guards.

The first strike landed like a thunderbolt. One of the guards reacted hastily and was blasted back several steps by the electric dragon. His chest armor shattered and blood splattered everywhere.

The other three quickly split up, each wielding a weapon. One flanked Mu Yun from the left and right, another attacked from the sky, and the last one calmly guarded the rear, combining offense and defense in a way that was both capture and defense.

Mu Yun used the Thunder Step technique, causing the void to tremble with each step. His figure flashed with lightning, his attacks were extremely fierce, each palm strike carrying a yin, poisonous thunder, making him incredibly domineering. One of his guards had his arm armor corroded, charred black, and retreated in horror.

However, his opponents were elites of the royal court, and with the four of them surrounding him, Mu Yun gradually began to struggle. Several bloody marks appeared on his body, and he spat out a wisp of blood mist, his breathing becoming somewhat disordered.

Below the arena, Chu Ning stared intently at the lightning in Mu Yun's palm, his brows furrowed.

"Is this the true application of Yin Thunder?" The image of his battle with Lu Canglei flashed through his mind, and combined with the trajectory of Mu Yun's true energy just now, a sudden inspiration emerged.

Yin thunder is different from yang thunder. It hides its sharpness within and has a deep devouring power. Like a dragon lurking in the abyss, it is silent and does not make a sound. Once it erupts, it is a yin-extinguishing thunderous shock, which specifically destroys the body's protective true qi and vital acupoints.

"I don't seek a fatal blow, but a soul-locking strike." A thunderclap seemed to explode in Chu Ning's mind, as if resonating with his inner thoughts.

He abruptly closed his eyes, sensing a slight movement of the lightning energy within his body. Suddenly, his fingertips trembled slightly, and a wisp of silver-white lightning flashed between his fingers, no longer ordinary lightning energy, but carrying a hint of chilling coldness.

The moment he opened his eyes, lightning flashed, and a chilling glint swept across his eyes.

"I... understand."

On the arena, Mu Yun was already at his limit. The fourth guard finally broke in from the flank, his golden halberd flashing with lightning, and landed heavily on Mu Yun's left shoulder.

"boom--!"

Blood spurted out, Mu Yun's body trembled violently, blood gushed out, his knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee. But his eyes still burned, and the raging thunder did not subside. His tattered purple-gold Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, and blood-stained lightning patterns covered his entire body. He was like a dying thunder god, still roaring with unwillingness.

"Even if I die today, I will...blow down this hypocritical royal court!!"

He roared, his voice echoing for hundreds of feet, reverberating across the high platform and among the clouds.

In the next instant, the world changed color!

Mu Yun's true energy surged in reverse, and the lightning patterns on his body began to tremble with mournful sounds, like the whispers of heavenly thunder or the howls of gods and demons.

(End of this chapter)