Subsequently, Ye Luo rose from the ground, walked over to the still unconscious Ruan Yu, removed all the Silver Needles from her body, and then quickly left the area.
Less than a minute after Ye Luo had left, Ruan Yu woke up from her unconscious state, jumped up from the ground, and looked around, but saw no one.
However, when Ruan Yu saw that the ice trough no longer contained the Snow Essence Ice, her expression drastically changed, and a thick fury flashed across her eyes.
"Who? Who was it?"
Fury thickened in Ruan Yu’s eyes. She had not expected the Snow Essence Ice to be stolen—a vital treasure that could accelerate her cultivation speed and increase her strength.
Previously, she had accidentally entered this cave and discovered the Snow Essence Ice. She had intended to assimilate it, but she simply could not withstand the terrifying chill of the Snow Essence Ice, so she could only slowly absorb the chill from the Snow Essence Ice to cultivate.
Even so, continuously absorbing the chill from the Snow Essence Ice had significantly accelerated her cultivation speed. Should she persist in absorbing it for a while longer,
she believed she would definitely be able to break through to the ninth level of Transformation and possibly even reach the Spirit Sea Realm. At that ti, she would thoroughly surpass Yan Ruxue and beco the strongest among the younger generation of the Snow Palace.
Yet now, the Snow Essence Ice had been stolen. How could Ruan Yu not be angry? She was absolutely furious and was sure that the person who had taken the Snow Essence Ice was the sa person who had taken advantage of her earlier by hiding his identity.
"I will definitely find you, and I will make sure you die a horrible death!"
Ruan Yu clenched her fists, her eyes flickering with cold and vicious intent, her body exuding a terrifying chill.
anwhile, Ye Luo had returned to his room in the Snow Palace, lying on the bed, beginning to rest.
He had endured so much pain that evening, and although he had persevered, he was extrely exhausted. At this mont, all he wanted was to rest thoroughly and completely relax.
In Capital City, within a secluded room, Lu Youwei, a descendant of the Holy Sky Alliance, appeared, accompanied by an elder, who was the sa elder, Wu, seen previously.
"Have you found the young man with the Nine Yang Physique yet?"
Elder Wu asked.
"Elder Wu, not yet, but based on our investigation, I suspect he must have altered his appearance back then!" Lu Youwei said, his glance flickering.
"Oh, have you made any discoveries?" Elder Wu’s eyes lit up as he looked at Lu Youwei.
"According to my investigation, there’s a young man nad Ye Luo in Capital City who closely resembles the young man with the Nine Yang Physique I t that night."
"Moreover, this person can also fight across ranks. It is said that his Innate Realm strength can defeat those in the Saint Realm. I believe Elder Wu must be aware that no one else aside from the owner of the Nine Yang Physique can achieve such cross-rank battles," analyzed Lu Youwei.
"Are you suggesting that this Ye Luo could be the owner of the Nine Yang Physique?" Elder Wu’s gaze sharpened, a peculiar light flashing in his eyes.
"It’s still just a suspicion, not yet confird. I think we might need to ask my father to co over, as this matter is of great significance and concerns whether the Holy Sky Alliance can rise again."
"Let’s not disturb Elder Lu for now. Let’s thoroughly investigate first," said Elder Wu, his eyes flickering.
Lu Youwei glanced at Elder Wu, nodded, and walked out.
After Lu Youwei had left, a mysterious gleam flickered in Elder Wu’s eyes.
"Ye Luo..." Elder Wu murmured to himself.
When Lu Youwei stepped out of the room, he entered another, where a man clad in black appeared beside him.
"Return to the base imdiately and tell my father that the new bearer of the Nine Yang Physique has been born," Lu Youwei said.
"Yes." The man nodded and quickly left the place.
Huaxia, Tianzong.
In one of the palaces of Tianzong, Zhao Tianhen, the Sect Master of Tianzong, dressed in a long robe exuding an elegant deanor, was sitting on a chair, with Yang Chengfeng, the Grand Elder and grandfather of Yang Jian, at his side.
At that mont, Yang Chengfeng’s face looked extrely ugly, his pupils flickering with intense anger, his whole body emanating a gloomy aura.
Kneeling in front of the two were two figures, none other than Song Kang and Situ Wentian.
"Song Kang, are you sure that’s what Ye Luo said?"
Yang Chengfeng asked icily, his eyes fixed on Song Kang.
"Sure, Grand Elder. That’s what Ye Luo said, after he wiped out all the Tianzong powerhouses he took to and then let us go back to bring this ssage to you."
"He told , to try to make him a burial companion for young master Yang Jian, even if you went yourself, you wouldn’t have the capability to do so. He killed young master Yang Jian, and he killed him dead, no one can do anything to him!" Song Kang said with his head lowered.
Boom!
Yang Chengfeng’s body released a terrifying montum, and the chair beneath him was crushed by the pressure.
"That damn brat, so arrogant, utterly arrogant! He doesn’t respect Tianzong at all, nor does he regard , Yang Chengfeng! I must kill him myself, squeeze his head till it bursts," Yang Chengfeng exclaid coldly, with each hair on his head standing on end from rage and his robe fluttering, reflecting his inner fury.
"Grand Elder, please calm down. To deal with that boy, we could just send another disciple of the Fury Heaven Sect, you don’t need to take action yourself," Zhao Tianhen quickly interjected.
"No, Sect Master. No matter what, I must act myself this ti. I want that boy to understand the majesty of Tianzong, to know that my grandson is not just anyone he can kill. Since he has killed, he must pay the price," Yang Chengfeng declared coldly, and then he swiftly turned and left the place.
"Ah..."
Zhao Tianhen sighed deeply, his eyes flickering with light.
At that mont, Song Kang and Situ Wentian exchanged glances, a peculiar gleam flashing in their eyes.
Soon, Yang Chengfeng left Tianzong and headed towards the Capital City deep into the night.
However, as Yang Chengfeng flew through the air over a large mountain, he suddenly stopped. He instinctively sensed a hint of danger, a bad feeling welled up in his heart, and even though he released his Spiritual Sense, he discovered nothing.
"Could it be my imagination?"
Yang Chengfeng thought to himself, his vigilance relaxing. Just as he was about to leave, a sudden sense of danger surged into his heart. The hair on his back stood on end, causing his complexion to change drastically as he swiftly dodged to the side.
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