Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Chapter 318 The Holy Maiden of the Upper Realm: Suppressed by the Cultivators of the Lower Realm?

Lin Zhiya frowned.

How did that kid get out?

The two steps he took just now clearly showed that the void beneath his feet was distorted.

That is......

Lin Zhiya's fingers unconsciously tightened around the skirt fabric.

impossible.

Even in the Upper Realm, fewer than a hundred people can even grasp the basics of the power of spatial laws.

Even the Grandmaster of the sect, who was in charge at the Mahayana stage, could only barely tear open a spatial rift with the help of a secret treasure.

A Void Refinement stage cultivator from the lower realm?

"Again."

Lin Zhiya gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger.

The silver ring swirled around and hovered above her head.

This time, she raised both hands.

Two streams of Yin and Yang energy were drawn from the silver ring, one red and one black, and twisted together in her palm.

By the third turn, the force no longer seemed like spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was compressed to its limit, resulting in a milky white core.

"The line between Yin and Yang."

The line shot out from her palm, straight and as thin as a hair.

Su Chen's expression changed.

This attack was not like those previous attacks that could be blocked by lightning nets.

Within that single line lies all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles, which has been repeatedly tempered three times by that supreme treasure from the upper realm.

If you really get hit, even the furious scales and green robes will turn to ash.

Su Chen pushed Wang Yuyan behind him.

"Close your eyes."

An antique jade pen slid out from the sleeve and landed in the palm.

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As soon as he held the pen, Su Chen poured all his spiritual energy into it.

The power of the heavenly tribulation flowed along the pen, mingling with the force that tore through the void, condensing into an extremely bright point at the tip of the pen.

Su Chen picked up his brush and made a stroke in the air.

A long gash appeared in the void where the brushstroke had passed.

Within the rift, there are no clouds, no sea, no peaks.

Only stars.

Countless stars flowed slowly deep within that rift, some bright, some dark, gathering into clusters.

The moment that yin-yang line shot into the crack, it vanished.

It was swallowed up.

The crack didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

At the bottom of the valley, Wang Mang opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time.

Of the ten Nascent Soul cultivators, one rolled his eyes and collapsed.

On the cloud, Lin Zhiya's hands were still raised in mid-air.

"..."

That was a strike she had held back for a full three hours.

The line between Yin and Yang is so close that no one below the Holy Maiden of the Haori Sect can inherit it.

It was swallowed whole by that rift without even a sound.

Su Chen put away the jade pen, and the rift in the void slowly closed.

Raise a finger.

"It's Su's turn."

Move that finger forward a little.

There was no thunder, no light, no fanfare.

Only a very thin crack extended from the fingertip, tearing through the void all the way to Lin Zhiya.

Lin Zhiya held her silver ring horizontally to protect herself.

It's too late to protect them.

The crack had already reached her face.

At the critical moment, those bare feet suddenly pushed off the air, and the person slid three zhang to the side and back.

The crack brushed past her temple.

A strand of black hair drifted down, only to be swallowed up completely by the crack halfway down, leaving not even ashes behind.

Lin Zhiya hung above the clouds, her chest heaving for a long time.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which had always been cold, could no longer hold back anything at this moment.

His Dao heart cracked slightly.

This is the first time in three hundred years.

In the Haori Sect, she is a holy maiden.

The elder bowed, the senior brother yielded, and no one of her generation could withstand ten moves from her.

From a young age, she believed that what separated cultivators from those in the lower realm from those in the upper realm was not cultivation level, but rather the difference between heaven and earth.

I descended to the mortal realm today on orders to see my martial uncle, and also to capture two people as a gift for him.

But now.

A Void Refinement Stage 1 cultivator from the lower realm.

Using the spatial laws that even her sect's founders couldn't fully comprehend, she lifted her Yin-Yang restriction like a curtain.

With a jade pen of unknown origin, he drank her yin and yang lines, soup and all.

He raised another finger, just half an inch away from shaving her head off.

"...That's impossible."

Lin Zhiya's lips moved slightly.

The pageboy saw it more clearly than she did.

The boy slung the book box back onto his back and rushed to Lin Zhiya's side, bowing deeply to Su Chen.

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Wait a minute!"

"We have no ill intentions."

"We two come from the upper realm. We have come down to the lower realm to find my young lady's martial uncle, Li Changfeng."

The young man caught his breath and spoke quickly and steadily.

"It was a misunderstanding just now."

"My young lady is young and impetuous. Seeing that there were cultivators fighting here, and hearing that it was Uncle Li Changfeng's disciples chasing someone, she rashly made a move."

"If one knew that these two were family members of one's martial uncle, there would be no such thing."

Su Chen, with his hands behind his back, pulled Wang Yuyan back from behind and removed the torn piece of silk from her shoulder.

I understand it perfectly well.

The page boy brought up Li Changfeng's name partly to seek peace and partly to test the waters.

Let's see if hearing this name makes us feel even a little more relaxed.

"So you came looking for Master Su."

Su Chen raised his eyes.

"What a coincidence."

"The reason I came here is to talk to my master about something."

There was a moment of silence above the clouds.

Lin Zhiya slowly lowered the hand that she had been holding up.

"...Master's disciple?"

Those almond-shaped eyes looked Su Chen's face up and down twice.

No wonder.

A mere cultivator in the early stages of the Void Refinement realm could possess the power of Heavenly Tribulation, the laws of space, and a jade pen even more sinister than the sect's most precious treasure.

So he's the successor of my martial uncle.

That makes sense.

My uncle is at the Mahayana stage.

In the upper realm, he is also a person with a name and title.

The crack in his Dao heart was actually covered up by himself.

Lin Zhiya smoothed out the folds of her gauze skirt, and the blush on her face faded a bit.

"So you're my martial uncle's disciple."

"In that case..."

"In terms of seniority, I am your senior sister."

The pageboy quickly chimed in.

"No fight, no friendship."

"Since we're both heading to the Luoyun Sect, why don't we go together?"