Chapter 67 Ye Wange Goes Crazy
Ye Zhao had no expression on his face. "What do you want to say?"
Yun Yao suddenly choked up: "I... I don't mean anything else, I just... I really can't hold on any longer."
"All the brothers who protected me before are gone. Some died in the secret realm, and some abandoned me. Now I am the only one left. My cultivation is low, and I am afraid that if I encounter a demon cultivator next time, I will die."
As she spoke, she knelt down in front of Ye Zhao, tears streaming down her face. "Master Ye Feng, can you accept me as your disciple? Even if you only let me do odd jobs, I'm willing to fetch water and sweep the floor for you..."
Ye Zhao stood still, with no pity in his eyes, only a cold calmness.
"You want me to protect you?"
Yun Yao said hurriedly: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant... I just... I just..."
Ye Zhao interrupted her: "Go down the mountain and become a free cultivator. If you are truly ambitious, then you can survive on your own. If you can't even do this, then you don't deserve to stay here."
After saying that, she turned around and stepped onto the stairs, heading towards the sect's main hall step by step. There were already countless cultivators waiting for her to ascend the main seat.
The main peak of the Sword-Asking Sect.
Japan is a big festival today.
Cranes are circling and spiritual bells are ringing.
All the disciples from the five peaks gathered, with the elders standing on both sides. Auspicious clouds shrouded the mountaintop, and the rosy rays of light shone through the clouds onto the new leader who was about to ascend the throne.
Ye Zhao stood on the cloud steps, his brows and eyes were cold, his aura was calm and restrained, he already had the demeanor of a sect leader.
Sect Leader Xie Youran, holding the Sect Leader's Jade Seal, was about to announce his succession...
A sharp laugh cut through the sky, startling the spiritual cranes and causing them to scatter!
"Hehehe...Xie Youran, are you so impatient to hand over the position of sect leader to her?"
A figure fell from the sky.
...Ye Wange.
Her eyebrows and eyes were still charming and enchanting, but her expression was fierce and strange. The spiritual energy around her was surging like a tide, bringing with it an oppression so powerful that it was suffocating.
As soon as she appeared, the disciples below the stage all changed color.
"Is it Ye Wange?"
"Her aura...how could it be so strong?"
"Middle Nascent Soul Stage?! How did she do that?"
The senior elders all stood up, their faces solemn as they looked at the spiritual pressure surging like a violent tide.
Xie Youran said in a deep voice, "Ye Wange, what are you trying to do by trespassing into the ceremony?"
Ye Wange laughed three times, her eyes fixed on Ye Zhao, her tone gloomy:
"I'm here to take back what's rightfully mine."
She stepped onto the Xiaguang Terrace. "Ye Zhao's talent is only this level. Why would she take my position as Sect Leader? What she can do, I can do too, even better!"
A sharp-eyed elder suddenly changed color and whispered, "Her spiritual energy is not right... This is not a normal cultivation method!"
Someone immediately exclaimed, "It's puppetry! She's practicing a forbidden technique, absorbing the souls and essence of others and refining it for her own use!"
As soon as the words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!
The art of puppet refining is an evil art that is expressly prohibited by the Sword-Asking Sect. This art is extremely cruel. Living people are used as cauldrons and their souls are extracted. The cultivator's cultivation level will increase dramatically, but sooner or later he will go astray.
Xie Youran's face instantly turned pale, and he shouted sternly:
"Ye Wange, you dare to practice evil magic and try to seize the throne...you!"
Ye Wange's eyes flashed with madness, and he opened his arms with a sneer.
"I just took a faster and better way!"
"All of you put together...are no match for me!"
Xie Youran said no more, turned his palm over, and released the power of the peak of the Nascent Soul. Flying swords gathered behind him, like a galaxy rolling back, and slashed towards Ye Wange with one sword!
"Old thing!" Ye Wange's eyes were bloodshot, he roared, and made a gesture with his right hand.
"Blood sacrifice, soul-devouring formation!"
A blood-red seal appeared in her palm and instantly turned into countless blood threads, sweeping towards the disciples on the stage around her!
“Retreat quickly!!”
The elders were horrified and immediately set up a barrier to try to stop them, but Ye Wange was prepared. The blood threads were like living things, drilling into the bodies of dozens of disciples!
"ah……!"
"I... the spiritual power in my body... is disappearing!!"
"She's draining our cultivation!!"
The disciples below the stage fled in all directions as if a pot of boiling water had exploded, screaming one after another.
Especially the disciples of Xia Lingfeng, it seemed that they had been set up with the eye of the formation long ago, and for a moment they were like being frozen, and their cultivation was lost madly!
At this time, Ye Wange was standing in the center of the magic circle, her hair flying, and she was shrouded in blood light, looking like a bloody female Shura!
She laughed loudly, her eyes gazing wildly at the sky. "These people are useless to begin with. They're barely surviving and can't even reach the Golden Core stage. What right do they have to blame me?"
"It is their blessing that they can achieve enlightenment for me!"
Xie Youran shouted angrily, "Evil creature...die!"
He broke through the air with a palm, and his spiritual pressure shook the mountains and rivers.
But Ye Wange not only did not avoid it, but bit the tip of her tongue in the palm wind and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the blood formation!
The array pattern suddenly brightened, and bloodshot surged!
"Then I'll kill them all!"
After saying that, she made another seal with her left hand, and the spiritual power on her fingertips locked onto the heart of a disciple in the audience!
"stop!!!"
Ye Zhao took a step out from the high platform.
Ye Wange stared at Ye Zhao, her scarlet eyes filled with twisted madness.
"Why are you blocking my way?"
Ye Wange's blood sacrifice soul-devouring formation continued to operate. Dozens of Xia Lingfeng disciples had their spiritual power drained out. She stood at the center of the formation, her black hair dancing wildly, her eyes as red as blood, and the spiritual power around her body was like a raging tide, constantly rising!
"Bang!"
The spiritual energy in her body surged into the sky, directly breaking through the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and reaching the peak state!
The entire Sword-Asking Sect was shaking, the sky was trembling, thunder roared in the sky, and the clouds rolled like tides.
She raised her head and let out a long roar, her voice shaking the mountains and rivers. The spiritual power in her palm condensed into a blood shadow, as if possessed by a demon, fierce and terrifying.
Xie Youran waved his sleeves and thousands of swords came out!
"Evil creature, today I will clean up the mess with my own hands!"
Countless flying swords pierced through the clouds and split the wind, like a pouring galaxy, and slammed towards Ye Wange!
Ye Wange slammed out with both palms, blood shadows rose up, and with a sharp roar, all the spirit swords were shattered!
Her figure flashed, and she instantly approached Xie Youran, and with a palm strike, she shattered the void!
"You old thing, you should have died long ago!"
Xie Youran had no time to dodge and was hit on the chest by a palm. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit the steps. Blood gushed out, staining his white robe red.
"metropolitan!"
Everyone exclaimed and rushed up the stairs, but was repelled by Ye Wange's wave of her sleeves!
She walked towards Xie Youran step by step, her eyes full of resentment:
"I obey you at every turn. Yet you refuse to give me the position of clan leader!"
"Now that I'm at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, you still want to give her the position of Sect Leader... to that bastard Ye Zhao! Are you trying to force me to kill you?!!"
Blood light condensed in her palm and went straight for Xie Youran's forehead!
"Xie Youran, go to hell!!!"
"……stop!!!"
A clear shout broke through the air!
A ray of snowy light came from the flank, and just before the bloody palm fell, it rolled up Xie Youran alive and took him away from the bloody light!
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