Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

If that's a banned substance, there must be a time limit; she can't maintain this state forever!

Han Jiuquan's lips curled up. He believed he had judged Ye Yuchan's current state and immediately devised a countermeasure, unleashing several more sword energies forward.

Faced with the sword energy that suddenly surged forward again, Ye Yuchan casually waved her hand, and three streams of black energy immediately spiraled forward, like a black dragon, devouring the sharp sword energy completely.

At the same time, Han Jiuquan suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Han Mo by the collar, and pulled him out of the ground. Without even glancing at Ye Yuchan, he immediately set off and sprinted towards the summit.

"run?"

Yu Chan tilted her head, her expression blank, as if she were unconscious—her right foot stomped on the ground, and the purple lightning of the Little Heavenly Thunder Body was now dyed pure darkness. Surrounded by black flashes, Ye Yu Chan rushed forward.

Right now, she doesn't want anything else but to get rid of those two people from the Han family...

Tear it into shreds.

151. Take it away, next one!

run!

It wasn't to escape, but to buy time.

Han Jiuquan knew quite a bit about banned drugs and forbidden techniques that could unleash astonishing power in a very short time. These drugs or techniques that forcibly boost cultivation usually had time limits, and the side effects after they ended would be quite severe.

He was almost certain that Ye Yuchan had used some forbidden technique!

In that case, we just need to avoid her outburst period and wait until her forbidden period ends.

That being said—

call out!

The arrow, burning with indescribable black flames, hurtled towards Han Jiuquan from directly behind.

Bow and arrow?!

He grabbed Han Mo, who was in a daze and could faint at any moment, drew his halberd, inserted it into the volcanic rock wall, and temporarily threw him onto the halberd. Then he quickly drew his sword.

They caught up so quickly?!

As the dark waves collided with the pitch-black flames, Han Jiuquan frowned and suddenly roared. Several golden rays suddenly burst forth from his body, and he forcefully cleaved Ye Yuchan's black flame arrow in two with a single sword strike.

The moment her vision was obscured by the shattered black flames, Ye Yuchan's fist, enveloped in lightning, rapidly enlarged in front of Han Jiuquan.

"Golden Light Shield!"

The golden light that suddenly expanded behind him condensed into the shape of a bell and cauldron, completely enveloping Han Jiuquan.

Ye Yuchan slammed her fist into the bell, creating violent waves. The powerful recoil twisted her right arm.

However, the silver-haired girl didn't care about the unbearable pain at all. Her right hand trembled, and the black energy that erupted from her palm tore a hole in the golden bell!

"what?!"

Han Jiuquan was completely shocked. This was a golden light shield that even cultivators at the peak of the Transformation stage couldn't break through. What exactly was this strange, cold black aura? He had never heard of such a forbidden technique before.

In his shock, he even forgot to stop Ye Yuchan's hand. The slender fingers gripped his head in the next moment, and a terrifying force came instantly.

boom!

Like a hungry tiger, the silver-haired girl pressed Han Jiuquan's head into the volcanic rock wall, then raised her fist high and smashed it down on his head expressionlessly.

"Sword rise!"

At the critical moment, Han Jiuquan roared, and the black longsword at his waist transformed into a narrow streak of light, piercing towards Ye Yuchan's palm.

*Splash*—Blood splattered.

The pierced hand throbbed with intense pain, but the silver-haired girl, her eyes vacant, merely furrowed her brow, as if she'd been bitten by a mosquito.

This caused her to pause subtly for half a second, and that half second was enough for Han Jiuquan to escape.

He suddenly exerted his strength, slapping Ye Yuchan in the abdomen and sending her flying. In the instant he got up, he grabbed at the air in front of him with his right hand, returning the black light sword that had fallen not far away to its owner's hand.

"The Sword of No Kings!"

Han Jiuquan roared, and the golden light emanating from behind him grew even stronger, almost reaching a vastness that blotted out the sky. As he roared, his black longsword was gradually replaced by golden light, and an imperial majesty burst forth from his body.

Gazing at that golden light, Ye Yuchan slowly stood up, tilting her head as if she were quite curious.

With a flash of light from her right-hand storage ring, the magical artifact Black Rain reappeared in her hand. Dressed in a maid-style Taoist robe, Ye Yuchan drew back the bowstring, and three silver-white spiritual energy arrows instantly burst into flames. Strange lightning clung to the arrowheads, giving the arrows an extremely strong penetrating force.

A golden light that blotted out the sky descended from the heavens, and a golden sword beam about fifty meters long was like a god wielding a huge sword of judgment, slashing down with frenzied spiritual energy.

shhhhhh!

Facing the sacred golden light that covered her vision, Ye Yuchan released the bowstring of Hei Yu, and in an instant, three seemingly fragile arrows shot out.

puff--

The black flames mercilessly pierced through the golden light that Ye Yuchan perceived as mere illusion, revealing three enormous holes in the giant golden sword that stretched for tens of meters. Moreover, the seemingly unstoppable black flames continued to devour the vast golden light.

Even the Kingless Sword...

Han Jiuquan gasped, a hint of bewilderment appearing on his once proud and unruly face. He had thought that at least the family's secret sword, the Kingless Sword, could temporarily delay Ye Yuchan's advance, but he never expected that the strange black flames and black energy would be so powerful.

What kind of forbidden technique is it?!

While he was pondering, Ye Yuchan appeared in front of him once again. The silver-haired girl used a blunt weapon to strike the black longbow towards Han Jiuquan's forehead!

At the same time, a crimson halberd was projected from a blind spot on the side.

Ye Yuchan's perception was now extraordinary. She quickly turned her body and used the black rain to block the crimson halberd that was being thrown at her. When she tried to pursue Han Jiuquan again, he had already used this to create some distance between them.

Not far away, the halberd fell back into the hands of Han Mo, who was covered in blood and could barely stand.

The young boy laughed with considerable excitement; he seemed to want to say something, but before that—

A pale, delicate hand exuding a dark aura pressed down on his head.

"Han Mo, right?"

Muttering heavy words in a low voice, Ye Yuchan's eyes narrowed slightly. With a burst of strength in her palm, she pressed Han Mo into the volcanic rock wall.

"—Ahem!"

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from Han Mo's mouth, the thick blood staining his repulsive teeth red.

He stared at Ye Yuchan in terror, as if she were a ghost, his small body writhing, seemingly unwilling to accept the reality before him. At the same time, Han Mo endured the pain and screamed, "Don't even think about harming me! Mo'er is a member of the Han family! You will be punished!"

"You're allowed to lay a hand on others, but not others to lay a hand on you? I think you're just spoiled and have never experienced being beaten, have you?"

Ye Yuchan pressed down on Han Mo's head with one hand and punched him in the abdomen with the other.

boom!

The location of his spiritual root was struck hard, Han Mo's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popped out, his forehead was covered with bulging veins, and he vomited another mouthful of blood.

Han Mo continued to struggle, but seeing that the other party didn't take the Han family seriously, he immediately invoked his academy's name: "Three-Day Academy... You can't touch the students of Three-Day Academy..."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Ye Yuchan cursed out loud, her pretty face filled with anger: "I don't care if you're a student of the Three-Day Academy or some other bullshit academy, you dared to kill my Ruoxue today, so you'll have to pay the price!"

Another punch!

It continued to bombard Han Mo's lower abdomen, still striking his spiritual root!

Ye Yuchan didn't know Yun Ping's methods; she couldn't learn Yun Ping's technique of shattering a person's meridians with a casual slap. However, she was someone who had her spiritual root extracted and had hovered at the gates of life and death. She was extremely familiar with the location of spiritual roots.

Han Mo's features were completely distorted. He was almost crying out, his gaze passing through Ye Yuchan and looking into the distance: "Brother... Brother... Save me!"

save?

Who will save us?

Han Jiuquan was nowhere to be seen.

He ran away.

At this moment, Han Mo was stunned. He never expected that his brother would choose to leave him here alone at this time...

what is this?

Han Mo's eyes gradually lost focus, but before he could completely lose consciousness, Ye Yuchan punched him in the abdomen again!

This time, Ye Yuchan clearly sensed the sound of something shattering coming from her fist.

That was the sound of a spiritual root shattering! That was the sound of flesh and blood tearing apart!

"--puff!"

A large amount of blood spilled from his mouth, and Han Mo collapsed to the ground, convulsing. Half of his body was embedded in the stone wall. He had been beaten into a cripple and covered in blood by three punches.

"Get out of here! You'd better spend the rest of your life in bed reflecting on your mistakes!"

Ye Yuchan grabbed Han Mo by the collar and threw him off from a height of over a thousand meters.

At this height, if he didn't choose to admit defeat, he would definitely fall to his death. But Ye Yuchan didn't mind him dying right there. To be honest, at this moment, Ye Yuchan would rather he just fall and turn into mincemeat.

After doing all this, Ye Yuchan felt a little relieved of the nameless anger in her heart. She took a deep breath, then looked at the peak whose outline was almost visible to the naked eye, narrowed her eyes, and the black aura emanating from her body slowly receded into her body.

Although the black mist tried to resist twice, it was only symbolic. It seemed to know that now was not the time for it to take full control, so it disappeared again.

Immediately, his hazy consciousness fully returned.

The silver-haired girl shook her slightly aching head. She seemed to feel something inside her body pop out again, but no matter how hard she tried to find it, she couldn't find its true form.

Her lifeless, deep-sea-like eyes slowly regained their former clarity. Ye Yuchan glanced at her pierced palm and clicked her tongue slightly—how had she managed to fight while ignoring the pain? This wound was killing her.

"Never mind... getting on the list is the most important thing!"

She thought of Han Jiuquan, who had abandoned Han Mo and run away alone, and another surge of anger welled up in her heart, but this time no black energy surged into her body.

It's not over yet...

Ye Yuchan gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on the direction Han Jiuquan had fled earlier, her fighting spirit palpable. She knew that besides climbing the rankings, she also had to avenge Ruoxue.

These two guys came to us out of nowhere, not only putting Ruoxue in mortal danger, but also causing her to be eliminated. Ye Yuchan has to settle this score!

We absolutely cannot let this guy get away.

One problem has been solved—Yu Chan glanced at the direction Han Mo had fallen, and her heart trembled.

You're the only one left, Han Jiuquan.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.