Chapter 1327: Wolfish Ambition
"For someone with Pan Wu’s kind of cultivation base, he has to kill a thousand Divine King Realm cultivators to earn a thousand points, whereas you only need to kill a hundred..."
Looking at Ye Yun, Elder Duan shook his head with a bitter smile.
For evildoer prodigies like Ye Chen who fight across realms, this Blood-colored Killing Forest trial was simply taking a huge advantage.
But there was no helping it.
Cross‑realm fighting Sword Dao prodigies were precisely the talents the Sword Pavilion desperately needed.
This was exactly the purpose of the Blood-colored Killing Forest trial.
"Elder Duan speaks very true."
Ye Yun laughed heartily, his body soaring into the air.
Elder Duan hurriedly cautioned, "Ye Chen, you must protect yourself, you absolutely must stay far away from those few terrifying fellows!"
"Relax."
Ye Yun smiled meaningfully, activated the Slaughter Token, and turned into a streak of light that shot into the blood-colored light gate.
Elder Duan’s figure flickered, and he returned to the Divine Mountain Hall.
At this moment, everyone inside the hall was focused on the gigantic Water Mirror above their heads.
On one side of the Water Mirror, a golden scroll appeared.
This scroll would record everyone’s points.
...
"So this is the Blood-colored Killing Forest?"
Ye Yun was now standing on a massive canopy, gazing into the distant world, a faint smile appearing on his face.
This small world was mountains everywhere, no plains at all. From afar it looked like a rolling, undulating green ocean.
Sky‑piercing, sun‑blotting giant trees grew throughout the mountain ranges, each one several hundred zhang tall, branches lush and leaves dense, their growth astonishing.
As soon as Ye Yun entered this small world, he sensed a power acting upon his body.
It was a power of flight prohibition.
In other words, no one could tear space here, nor could they fly at high altitude.
At most, they could only fly three to four zhang above the canopy.
Looking at the verdant, dense jungle under his feet, Ye Yun raised a brow, and his heart relaxed.
This power not only prohibited flight, it also compressed the range of Divine consciousness scan.
For cultivators entering this place, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
The dense forest provided a complex environment; cultivators who entered could use it to conceal themselves, launching sneak attacks on others like assassins in the dark, taking them in a single strike to obtain points.
This was very friendly to the weak.
Whoosh...
Just as Ye Yun was sizing up this small world, a streak of sword light suddenly struck from behind as silent as a viper.
Ye Yun lightly shifted, dodging that fatal sword.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, it’s you?"
From within the dense leaves, a youth of the Fourth Layer of God Respect State crawled out, face flushed red, extremely nervous.
Because his cultivation base was too low, he didn’t dare to wander around, so he hid here waiting to ambush others.
He hadn’t expected it.
The very first target he ambushed turned out to be the famed ruthless one.
How strong the ruthless one was, he naturally knew very well.
So after missing with one strike, he immediately revealed himself, flusteredly trying to explain.
"Scram!"
Ye Yun waved a large hand and flung the youth flying away.
He did not kill this youth mainly because the other’s cultivation base was too low; killing him would only earn a single point.
Far too little.
In fact, when Ye Yun first entered this small world and landed on the canopy, he had already discovered this youth lying in wait.
The other’s strength was too weak, so Ye Yun treated him like air and hadn’t bothered with him.
Boom!
The youth tumbled off the treetops and crashed to the ground, spitting a few mouthfuls of blood.
Realizing he hadn’t been killed, the youth’s expression lit up; he hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing as he thanked, "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Ye, for sparing my life!"
"Before entering the Blood-colored Killing Forest, I already set my plan—I will not kill cultivators of the God Venerable Realm. So your rashness today will only be lightly punished. Now roll."
Ye Yun said blandly.
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Ye!"
The youth scrambled to his feet again and fled in panic.
Ye Yun identified his direction, then rose into the air, riding the wind above the canopy as he flew deeper into the mountain range.
This time entering the Blood-colored Killing Forest, Ye Yun indeed did not intend to kill these weak Divine Honorable Realm cultivators.
First, he disdained it; second, the points were too few.
His target was the Divine King Realm.
He didn’t need to kill many. Killing a few dozen, Ye Yun estimated, would be almost enough.
With several hundred points, it would be enough to advance.
Ye Yun believed that even taking first place in the Blood-colored Killing Forest wouldn’t actually mean much, because there was still the third trial, the arena battle.
That battle would select three slots to become out‑world disciples.
Ye Yun still didn’t know.
In truth, he had long since been secretly designated by Deputy Pavilion Master Xu as an out‑world disciple.
After flying at low altitude for less than the time of one incense stick, a figure came speeding over from another direction.
It was a youth at the Peak of the Tenth Layer of the Divine Esteemed Realm. His face was wax‑yellow, his gaze sinister, his body thin and stick‑like, yet the Sword Intent on him was extremely sharp.
As he swept forward, layers of Sword Intent surged from his body like tides; many canopies were sliced off, neatly falling down out of the air.
"The ruthless one?"
Seeing Ye Yun from afar, the thin youth froze, instantly stopping in place.
He retracted his Sword Intent and stood respectfully to the side, waiting for Ye Yun.
In a flash, Ye Yun flew over.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, I’m not your match..."
The thin youth said with a bitter smile.
Ye Yun sized him up from head to toe and smiled faintly. "I don’t kill anyone of the God Venerable Realm. You may leave."
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Ye!"
Gratitude showed on the thin youth’s face as he hurriedly expressed thanks.
Ye Yun didn’t linger and continued forward.
"Hm? There’s poison!"
Ye Yun had flown only a dozen zhang when he suddenly stopped midair, his body swaying slightly. He raised a hand to support his forehead; a look of "perplexed shock" appeared on his face.
The thin youth cackled coldly, single‑handedly gripping his sword as he walked over, clicking his tongue. "Fellow Daoist Ye, although your realm isn’t high, killing you will still earn me a precious point..."
"Who would’ve thought, I spared you, and you actually poisoned me. Truly a wolf’s heart and dog’s lungs!"
Ye Yun’s body looked about to collapse, hand at his temple, speaking "in shock and anger."
"I have no choice; I can only resort to such a plan. This poison won’t kill you. Once we’re back on the plaza, I’ll give you the antidote."
The thin youth wore a cold smile as he walked up to Ye Yun, bringing his sword down.
Chi!
Another sword light, even faster, fell first.
Puff...
The thin youth screamed; the entire arm holding his sword was cleanly cut off.
With a shudder of his body, Ye Yun’s listless Super Divine Dragon Breath instantly vanished.
"You weren’t poisoned?"
The thin youth clutched his shoulder, shouting in horror.
"Heh, truly a heart insatiable like a snake that wants to swallow an elephant. For such a despicable little man, what use is there in keeping you?"
Ye Yun let out a cold laugh.
"I admit defeat..."
The thin youth’s face was ashen; he reached for his severed arm, head hanging low in deep dejection.
"Concede?"
Ye Yun’s gaze chilled as he said coldly, "You’re quite outstanding; you’ve successfully stirred the anger in my heart. Very well, I’ll send you on your way now!"
Chi!
A heaven‑shocking sword light flashed.
This sword light was still unimaginably fast, instantly landing between the thin youth’s brows.
A bloody hole opened at his brow, fresh blood gushing out.
Ye Yun sheathed his sword.
Boom!
With a thunderous boom, the thin youth’s body exploded.
Inside the Divine Mountain Hall.
"Th‑this... how is this possible? Ye Chen’s sword actually outpaced the activation speed of the Slaughter Token!"
Sikong Ying’s face was full of shock, like he’d seen a ghost, as he cried out loudly.