Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity

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范德正 swiftly darted over, eyes like lightning, angrily exclaimed, “Those vile creatures from the Underworld Abyss actually dare to strike at our Human Race!”

Yelu Gu, wary, coldly replied, “So what? My Underworld army will surely sweep through the Eastern Domain. Killing you cultivators in advance isn’t excessive, right?”

“You’ve got some nerve! This is our Human Race territory!” Fan Dezhen waved his hand, gripping his three-foot green blade, its sword glow shining like the stars, exuding a sacred aura.

“Don’t think your great ascension cultivator would scare me!”

Even though there was a two-small-stage gap, Yelu Gu still felt confident and fearless.

“Hmph, who do I think you are? Turns out you’re just a monster from the Underworld!” Not far away, Li Wujie, eyes sharp as an eagle, appeared wielding his long knife with a fierce aura.

Then, a cold voice filled with murderous intent came, “How dare you lowly creatures plot against me?”

Whoosh!

Hong Qianye appeared, hands behind her back.

This dark sect leader, with a flawlessly exquisite face, was filled with intense murderous intent, her Danfeng eyes burning with golden divine flames, as if ready to incinerate everything, her aura unmatched.

“Another two great ascension cultivators?!” Now, sweat broke out on Yelu Gu’s forehead.

“Fellow daoists…” Fan Dezhen’s eyelids twitched. Both the middle-aged man with the knife and the woman in red made him feel tremendous pressure.

Most importantly, what was this sense of familiarity all about?

Fan Dezhen felt he had seen these two somewhere before!

Hong Qianye and Li Wujie, clearly taking advantage of the formation stopping, realized they had fallen into a trap and reluctantly broke free from their dream.

Once they regained their consciousness, they felt incredibly vexed, partly out of hatred for the other’s underhanded tactics and partly due to the feeling of their pleasant dream shattering, returning to the harsh reality.

So, they simply blamed Yelu Gu and the others for it!

“Lord Priest…” The subordinates were trembling in fear, after all, they had three great ascension experts on their side!

Yelu Gu first panicked, then quickly composed himself, speaking in a deep voice, “Pour all your power into me, quickly!”

“Yes!”

The subordinates promptly complied, pouring their raging power into Yelu Gu.

Boom! Yelu Gu’s eyes nearly ruptured, as it released a potent evil aura. Holding the magic staff high above their head, the green gem at the top shook violently, cracking and covered in turtle-like scars, releasing a huge ghostly green orb, enveloping Yelu Gu and the others.

Yelu Gu felt as if its heart was bleeding because it knew its most beloved weapon was ruined, but at least it could trade it for a chance to escape—worth it!

“Not good, they’re about to flee!” Fan Dezhen’s expression changed, swinging his sword with full force to stab forward.

“Not on my watch!” Hong Qianye and Li Wujie aimed to intercept.

“Pointless! This staff was bestowed upon me by the clan leader years ago. Even a Tribulation Stage expert would find it hard to catch me! Let alone you two!” Yelu Gu said smugly.

The ghostly green orb glowed intensely, about to vanish into thin air.

At that critical moment.

A flute sound rang out again, this time rhythmic and imbued with an irresistible Dao intent.

“Huh?”

Hong Qianye and the three others unconsciously stopped, showing suspicious expressions.

“No…” Yelu Gu realized something, the complacent smile disappearing into fury.

“This flute… why does it make me want to dance?” Li Wujie scratched his nose, feeling an urge rising within.

Hong Qianye frowned, instinctively thinking it was that guy’s doing.

Then she looked ahead, seemingly seeing something eye-popping, her eyelids twitching, “What the hell is going on?”

At this moment.

The ghostly green orb dissipated, revealing several enchanting figures.

This bunch of snake-headed beings either shook their butts or twisted their waists, forked tongues emitting hissing sounds, as if lost in a wild party.

Yelu Gu even more outrageous, saw it holding the magic staff straight into the ground, then broke into a daring and sultry dance, sometimes spinning around, other times performing difficult moves, as if it were not holding a staff, but a steel pole!

“Damn! Are they trying to provoke us?” Li Wujie grimaced, tightening his grip on the knife.

Hong Qianye’s scalp went numb, goosebumps covering her body; watching these dozen snake-dancers, she felt an urgent need to rinse her eyes with water.

“It’s because of this flute!” Fan Dezhen was initially dumbfounded, then reacted, his heart greatly shaken.

The flute’s rhythm was brisk, seeming to resonate with the grand Dao, containing a meaning of returning to simplicity.

Listening and listening, one could not help but sink deep into it.

The scariest part was, there were no cultivation enhancements; it purely used notes to communicate with all things in the universe!

Just imagine, to accomplish this, what level of skill had the person reached?

Surely, they must be able to stand above the world and be revered as the top leader by the musicians of the Eastern Domain!

Fan Dezhen knew that without this senior, the cultivators of Dragon Gate Inn would be in grave danger!

“Indeed, this inn is filled with hidden talents,” Fan Dezhen marveled.

Inside the guest room.

An Miaoyi’s beautiful eyes lit up, listening intently, exclaiming, “Who is playing the flute?”

The sound was lively and rhythmic.

The more An Miaoyi listened, the happier she became, feeling that someone who could play such a composition must be a really interesting person!

And–>

Outside.

Yelu Gu’s wild dance continued.

Spicy, way too spicy!

Seeing this made Hong Qianye and the others’ hearts race wildly.

“Damn it! I’ve had enough! I’m going to chop them down now!!” Li Wujie snapped, charging in with his knife.

“You disgusting vile creatures, die for me!” Hong Qianye declared with disgust, gathering her strength to strike fiercely.

Poor Yelu Gu was first slain by a flurry of knives, then turned to ashes by a single palm strike.

The remaining subordinates followed suit!

Fan Dezhen was dumbfounded. They were that fierce?

He hadn’t even moved yet!

On the other side.

Ye Junlin played the flute, having paused earlier to try out a new style and adjust his mood.

Feeling good about it, he thought blowing the flute was a great way to cultivate emotions and relieve stress.

As for the turmoil happening outside, Ye Junlin naturally knew, but he couldn’t be bothered, after all, there were two disciples to deal with it.

A moment later.

Ye Junlin finished playing the flute, feeling something within him.

He stepped over, opened the door, and before him stood a graceful young woman in yellow, with shiny fair skin, adorably cute.

Originally, An Miaoyi was still immersed in the flute sound, but when she saw the door suddenly swing open, she startled and took a few steps back, anxiously intertwining her fingers. Her sparkling eyes were as clear as a spring, reflecting the handsome young man with silver-white long hair cascading to his waist.

That ethereal aura was like a celestial being descending from the clouds.

An Miaoyi’s heart suddenly raced. She never expected this musician to be so heavenly charming.

Typically eloquent and quick-witted, upon seeing Ye Junlin, her face flushed slightly, stuttering, “F-Feeling embarrassed to disturb you, I actually wanted to…”

Ye Junlin’s eyes lit up, immediately pulling her inside and slamming the door shut.

The two exchanged glances.

Ye Junlin excitedly urged, “Quick! Give me the flute!”

“Ah?” An Miaoyi doubted her hearing, her mind going blank in an instant.