Martial Cultivator

Once again, the distance between the two widened.

Autumn remained expressionless.

"Yun Jianyue, you have 15 more minutes. If you don't step aside, you will die."

Autumn stared at the daoist before her, one of the Twin Pillars of Daoism. During this journey to the desolate north, she had already crossed paths with several young human geniuses, some of whom had fallen by her hand. Among these young talents, Yun Jianyue truly stood out as number one. Even the young martial artist she had long sought to kill, though capable of defeating Yuan Ling, did not seem stronger than Yun Jianyue in Autumn's eyes.

But no matter how strong he was, he was not stronger than her.

Yun Jianyue said calmly, "Demonic qi is surging in the distance. It seems that when Your Highness cannot win, you call for reinforcements."

This so-called battle among the younger generation was hardly ever truly just that.

Yun Jianyue sighed and asked with a smile, "If Your Highness answers one question for this lowly daoist, this lowly daoist might consider stepping aside."

Autumn's expression shifted, her brows furrowing. "Speak!"

Autumn's face remained expressionless. "It's none of your concern. They aren't a daoist cultivator."

Yun Jianyue chuckled, "Then it's someone from the human race. Since it's a fellow human, this lowly daoist will lend another helping hand"

As he spoke, Yun Jianyue suddenly raised his head. The lightning within the sea of clouds suddenly struck down, even more powerful than before!

Countless golden bolts of lightning cascaded down like a torrential storm; wild and uncontrollable!

This created an extremely bizarre yet awe-inspiring scene between heaven and earth.

Blood flowed from the corner of Yun Jianyue's mouth, staining his daoist robe. This proud heaven's chosen of Daoism watched the spectacle before him and murmured, "Though I don't know who they are, if they find out I helped them and survive, they have to remember to treat this lowly daoist to a drink."

Using the last of the qi within his body, Yun Jianyue constructed another lightning pool, but no longer harbored the idea of stopping Autumn. However, the overwhelming lightning would inevitably injure this demon princess once more. That way, even if she truly intended to kill someone, Yun Jianyue would have bought that person a bit more time.

Though he did not know who it was, it was enough that they were human. Amidst the wind and snow, the heavenly lightning roared.

Autumn had no way to avoid it and could only withstand it head-on.

She unleashed her demonic qi, surging towards the heavens. A mysterious phenomenon was vaguely visible behind her, though its true form remained unclear.

Yun Jianyue sighed. Even at this point, he had not been able to force the demon princess to reveal her true form. The gap between them was indeed significant.

At least, this demon princess had never been pushed to the brink, whereas Yun Jianyue himself...

Yun Jianyue gave a self-deprecating laugh, but did not feel disheartened.

The path of cultivation was incredibly long, momentary gains or losses did not matter.

However, before the lightning pool had even dissipated, Yun Jianyue had already retreated several hundred yards.

At some point, a towering figure descended from the sky. Without hesitation, it cast a glance at Yun Jianyue and immediately strode toward this daoist prodigy.

Yun Jianyue smiled bitterly. A great demon, even one suppressing their cultivation realm, had really arrived.

He kept retreating, summoning several talismans between his fingers and throwing them out one by one to hinder this great demon's advance.

But those talismans were instantly torn apart. Even with its suppressed cultivation realm, this great demon still appeared overwhelmingly powerful and only looked at Yun Jianyue with indifference.

The so-called daoist prodigy was insignificant in its eyes because a vast chasm existed between them.

The word Nepenthe.

What was Nepenthe?

To forget all the worries of the world.

Only cultivators at this realm could say so.

Yun Jianyue kept retreating, but the opponent was getting closer and closer.

The distance between them was already short.

At this moment, the lightning pool in the distance dissipated. Autumn glanced at the scene and then turned to withdraw from the battlefield, her figure vanishing.

Yun Jianyue's expression was heavy, but he soon smiled.

From the storm and snow behind him, an elderly daoist with graying hair extended a hand to rest on Yun Jianyue's shoulder. He then took a step forward and appeared in front of Yun Jianyue.

Two auras, far stronger than those of Yun Jianyue and Autumn, clashed.

The old daoist's gray hair was blown about by the wind, and the great demon's figure came to a stop.

After a moment, the energy dissipated, and the wind and snow scattered.

The old daoist said with a smile, "You may do as you please."

The great demon laughed coldly, but had no desire to continue fighting the old daoist. Seeing that the princess had already left the battlefield, he only cast a final glance at Yun Jianyue. Although he regretted not killing this daoist prodigy, it was not something he was deeply troubled about.

As the great demon dissipated, Yun Jianyue finally exhaled heavily and cupped his hands in a respectful salute. "This disciple greets Grand Martial uncle."

The old daoist glanced at Yun Jianyue, pulled out a golden pill from his robes, and smiled as he spoke. "To have held your own against the demon princess and made it this far, your future path is broad, young man. I reckon that Ye lass has little hope of surpassing you anymore."

Yun Jianyue accepted the pill without any pretense and swallowed it, then sighed. "Things could have ended peacefully, but this disciple insisted on stopping her."

The old daoist was unconcerned. "Your decision was likely to stand up for that Ye lass, wasn’t it?" "Come to think of it, it's strange, which disciple of Daoism cultivates like you? You're clearly full of attachments, yet you advanced so quickly. Could it be that the so-called supreme detachment has always been wrong?"

Yun Jianyue shook his head. "Disciple does not know."

The old daoist smiled. "Is it that you don't know, or that you’re unwilling to say?"

Yun Jianyue remained silent.

The old daoist waved his hand. "Forget it. I'm not here to dig into the roots of things. Each person has their own view on how to traverse the Great Dao. If you really want to influence your generation, wait until you're the Temple Master and can make those who don't want to listen keep their mouths shut."

Yun Jianyue nodded slightly and smiled, "Grand Martial Uncle has already attained the Dao."

"This old man doesn't need your flattery. So, what's your plan? Will you return to the temple, or stay in the desolate north a while longer?"

Yun Jianyue replied, "Disciple wishes to stay a bit longer."

The old daoist did not say more, merely waved his hand and then vanished into the wind and snow, his whereabouts unknown.

Only after the old daoist had completely disappeared did Yun Jianyue rub his nose and slowly head in a certain direction.

With each step, this daoist prodigy grimaced in pain from his wounds.

Half a day later, he encountered the senior sister he had been longing for in the snowstorm.

Ye Zhihua stood amidst the snow, like a flower.

Yun Jianyue suppressed the pain on his face and walked up to Ye Zhihua.

She remained silent, merely reaching out to take Yun Jianyue's hand.

The two of them walked together through the wind and snow.

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