"Who exactly is this young man?"
"What is his cultivation base? With just two breaths, he exterminated all the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge. Isn't that too unbelievable?"
The human cultivators all around stood up one by one, looking at Ye Yun, their eyes revealing admiration and burning with enormous fanaticism. They had never heard of such a powerful individual before.
Just now, a Ghost King of the Divine Bridge Realm had suddenly appeared in the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, scaring them half to death; they might have even been devoured by that Ghost King. But unexpectedly, having narrowly escaped death, a benefactor descended from the heavens, and they were saved by this influential figure.
"Thank you for your assistance!"
Countless human cultivators cupped their fists, their expressions filled with gratitude.
Ye Yun surveyed his surroundings, his gaze remaining as indifferent as ever.
Seeing this influential figure so indifferent and seemingly disdainful, the cultivators from the various surrounding powers suddenly felt disgraced, and the atmosphere grew awkward.
"Let's go..." The crowd exchanged glances and turned to leave the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.
Just then, a frigid voice suddenly echoed throughout the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.
"Did I permit you to leave?"
Hearing this familiar voice, everyone froze. They turned around, staring dumbfounded at the influential figure.
"Luo Li, were they trying to steal your Emperor Level Robe just now?" Ye Yun's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked softly.
Seeing the Ancestor ask this, Luo Li's delicate body trembled slightly. She nodded decisively and said, "Yes, Ancestor. These people all wanted to steal the Emperor Level Robe from me."
"Very well." Ye Yun gazed at the surrounding crowd, his eyes terrifying, and said indifferently, "All of you can die now."
Hearing this influential figure suddenly utter such inhumane words, everyone immediately erupted.
"Senior, you are, after all, a Wushang expert of our Human Race! Why resort to fratricide?"
"Indeed, Senior! You mustn't do this! You are a hero in our hearts."
"Senior, you annihilated the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge with just two breaths! Such an achievement deserves to be recorded in the annals of the Ancient Moon Dynasty! We all take pride in you!"
"Senior, you were joking just now, weren't you? Surely you wouldn't actually kill us?"
At this moment, the expressions of the surrounding human cultivators varied greatly. Some couldn't believe it, some were desperately flattering him, while others remained silent, their eyes glinting as they seemingly calculated their escape routes.
Ye Yun's gaze was aloof and frigid. He looked at the people around him, his face devoid of emotion.
"Anyone who dares to bully someone from my Dragon God Sect—for any reason—will meet only one fate: death!"
After speaking, Ye Yun gently exhaled a breath of pure energy. This breath shot out in all directions.
Seeing Ye Yun once again exhale that terrifying breath of pure energy, everyone was scared witless. They immediately unleashed their potent Divine Skills and scattered, fleeing for their lives. However, their collective strength was even less than that of the evil ghosts of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge. How could they possibly escape?
Amidst piercing screams, thousands of human cultivators were reduced to wisps of green smoke.
Witnessing this shocking scene, Luo Li's pupils dilated in extreme shock.
The Ancestor is truly ruthless! she thought with excitement. In Luo Li's mind, she would have, at most, taught these people a harsh lesson, not gone to the extent of exterminating them. But the Ancestor had directly killed thousands. Such decisiveness was utterly astounding!
Little did Luo Li know that in the eyes of a god, all life was like ants.
Ye Yun looked at Luo Li, patted her shoulder, and said with a smile, "There's no need to sympathize with them."
"Oh..." Luo Li murmured, her face still somewhat pale.
Ye Yun chuckled. "Even if they die, a new crop of 'leeks' will sprout eventually. No need to worry."
"Alright." Although Luo Li found the Ancestor's words rather bizarre, she still nodded obediently.
"There, it's quiet now." Ye Yun clapped his hands and chuckled.
Then, his brow furrowed slightly as he noticed some human cultivators in the pool, barely clinging to life. These individuals had been used as 'human lanterns' for more than ten days and were on the verge of expiring.
"Might as well send you on your way." Ye Yun exhaled, and in an instant, more than ten thousand people vanished, leaving only Luo Li's Junior Brother, Jun Moxiao.
With a wave of Ye Yun's hand, Jun Moxiao flew out of the pool and landed on the ground nearby.
"Junior Brother!" Luo Li's heart clenched, and she hurried over.
Ye Yun's figure flashed, and he too arrived beside Jun Moxiao. Placing a hand on Luo Li to stop her, he said softly, "This pool water contains some kind of toxin. Don't touch it for now."
As Ye Yun spoke, he searched his storage space, produced a small vial, and poured out a drop of green liquid. When this drop landed on Jun Moxiao, all the poisonous water contaminating his body vanished, much to Luo Li's amazement.
Ye Yun didn't explain further. He put the vial away and infused a trace of Mana into Jun Moxiao's body.
Jun Moxiao then regained consciousness. He opened his eyes, and his vision gradually cleared, focusing on the exquisite face of his Senior Sister before him.
"Senior Sister, have we met in Hell?" Jun Moxiao asked with a dazed, bitter smile.
The Dragon God Sect had few Successors, creating a generational gap. After their Master died, the three Disciples' situation became even more precarious. First, their Eldest Senior Sister disappeared while covering their escape, her fate unknown. Then, as fierce pursuers closed in, he lured them away to allow Senior Sister Luo Li to escape. Although his Senior Sister had escaped then, Jun Moxiao knew she would face even greater hardship alone. Against those pursuers, she likely wouldn't evade them for long. He never imagined that after all this time, his Senior Sister had also perished and that they would meet in Hell...
"What are you talking about, Junior Brother? How could we be dead?" Luo Li chided Jun Moxiao good-naturedly, then laughed and lightly gestured towards the white-robed youth beside her. "Junior Brother, quickly pay your respects to the Ancestor," Luo Li urged.
Ancestor? Jun Moxiao was stunned. He looked incredulously at the white-robed youth beside them. This handsome youth in jade-white robes looked only a few years older than him. How could he be the Ancestor?
"Senior Sister, you... you haven't made a mistake, have you?" Jun Moxiao questioned weakly.
"How could I be mistaken? Let me tell you the truth, Junior Brother: this is the greatest Ancestor in the history of our Dragon God Sect! I bet... you can't guess who, right?" A blush crept onto Luo Li's small face, her chin tilting up slightly, an expression of pride gracing her features.
This Ancestor, Ye Yun, was from the Dragon God Sect's most prosperous era. He elevated the Dragon God Sect to the status of an Eternal Sect. It can be said his contribution to the Sect was the greatest.
Jun Moxiao closed his eyes and thought for a long moment, not speaking. After a moment, he opened his eyes and asked tentatively, "Could he be... the thirteenth Sect Master of our Dragon God Sect?"
"Yes, Junior Brother! You truly are clever!" Luo Li clapped her hands happily. Her Junior Brother was usually very astute; the two of them were often evenly matched.
"How is that possible? Senior Sister, you must be teasing me!" Jun Moxiao said with a bitter smile, shaking his head repeatedly.
Ancestor, my foot! The thirteenth Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect has been dead for a full hundred thousand years, hasn't he?!