As a spoiled young noble, even if he was not favored within the Yu Family, the mere weight of his title was enough to suppress anyone below the Nascent Soul realm.
Meanwhile, the aura Wang Yu was displaying outwardly was nothing more than “Foundation Establishment.”
“You’re courting death!”
Wood fragments exploded everywhere. The Yu young master, who was also at “Foundation Establishment,” lunged forward violently. Wang Yu casually backhanded him, shattering the entire floor of the Begonia private room.
Half of the Spring Blossom Pavilion collapsed.
The sudden surge of motion drew countless gazes. Wang Yu glanced around, then leisurely landed on the ground while holding the beauty in his arms. He looked at the Young Master Yu, who was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, his breathing barely steady.
Countless eyes swept across Wang Yu’s face.
His objective had already been achieved.
However, the secrets hidden within this youth suddenly piqued Wang Yu’s interest even more. He reached forward with his right hand, and black solid ice condensed out of thin air.
It formed into a giant hand that firmly seized the youth.
With a flash, all of them vanished from the ruins.
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Outer City Courtyard.
Ziyan knelt on the ground in terror, tears hanging from her lashes, making her delicate face look even more pitiful.
“Young Master, this servant…”
“Stop pretending.”
Jin Miaoshan frowned as she looked at her, then turned to Wang Yu.
“This is…”
“A spy from Yellow Springs Monastery. An unexpected gain.”
Wang Yu did not elaborate further. Once he revealed himself, the Nine Evil Sword Lord would most likely sense his whereabouts. When that happened and followed him here, it would be the perfect opportunity to set a deadly trap.
Ziyan’s case, as well as the mysterious Young Master Yu, were purely accidental gains and had nothing to do with the original trap.
However, they were excellent channels for probing Yellow Springs Monastery’s objectives.
Having cultivated to this level, Wang Yu’s dictionary contained no such word as “pitying beauties.” A pitch-black vortex formed from divine sense rapidly spread behind him.
One black paper boat after another sailed out from it, surging into Ziyan’s brow.
This soul-searching secret art, once perfected and bined with Wang Yu’s immense divine sense capacity, allowed him to bypass ordinary restrictions and probe deliberately concealed secrets.
The Soul-Gouging Evil Boat Curse originated from the ancient Heavenly Soul Sect, which specialized in soul techniques. In a sense, Wang Yu had inherited part of their legacy, giving him a clear advantage in divine sense applications.
As the black paper boats returned with memories, Ziyan pletely lost consciousness.
After reviewing them, Wang Yu’s expression changed slightly. He immediately looked toward the Young Master Yu, who was pretending to be unconscious.
Young Sect Master!
This man’s hidden identity was none other than the Young Sect Master whom the Exalted Sect had claimed was abducted by Yellow Springs demonic cultivators. He was also the Young Lord of the Blood Demon Hall and the possessor of the Blood Demon Body.
An indispensable piece for the sect master’s self-pletion.
A heaven-defying merit!
It was rumored that after leaving the sect, he had appeared in You Prefecture some time ago and had already condensed a Blood Dao Nascent Soul. No one had expected him to return to Maple Prefecture again.
Disguised as a Foundation Establishment wastrel.
According to Ziyan’s memories, back when Wang Yu first arrived in Maple Prefecture City and left Tao Sixuan and the others as hidden agents, the Young Sect Master had already assumed the identity of a Yu family dandy.
He had gone to You Prefecture midway, using a fourth-rank spirit vein to break through.
With the Blood Demon Body, he possessed spiritual-body-level aptitude that led straight to the Nascent Soul realm. Suppressed by pressure from the Blood Reversal Sect’s sect master, he had not dared to break through earlier.
Once he escaped his cage, immediately attempting a breakthrough was entirely normal.
The problem lay in his purpose for returning.
Ziyan knew little about it. She had only pieced together clues and speculated that he had returned to Maple Prefecture to test himself against Zhuo Shouyun of the Zhuo Family.
Additionally, she knew little about Yellow Springs Monastery’s true goal. Her role, besides approaching the Young Sect Master, was to gather intelligence and search for secret realms left behind by the ancient Yellow Springs vein in this world.
This information was closely related to the Burial Pit Secret Realm Wang Yu had once explored.
It had sealed something resembling an ancient demon, though it should only have been a corrupted individual rather than a true ancient Demon.
And there was more than one such Burial Pit Secret Realm on this land.
That meant Cloud Ridge Prefecture must also have one, which perfectly matched the robbery of the Jade Spirit holy tribute. It might even be the true objective of the Yellow Springs Dizang lineage.
If not for Wang Yu’s interference, the plan might already have succeeded.
Yellow Springs Monastery was different from the current dominant demonic sects. It originated from an even more ancient power and was rebuilt ten thousand years ago. What they sought were Burial Pit Secret Realms left behind by their ancestors.
Take the Yellow Springs Demonic Bones as an example. Their predecessors had sealed corrupted beings. Now their descendants were searching for them again, and their goal could not possibly be simple.
This involved struggles at an even higher level.
Ziyan was not qualified to know such things, but Wang Yu could infer part of the truth.
In the end, the goals of the Ice Prison Realm’s top experts were all the same. They sought to break free from their cage. Releasing ancient Demons was a dead end that would only attract brutal suppression from immortals beyond the realm.
Even the surveillance of the Six-Eared Thief was no secret among Spirit Transformation experts.
From ancient times to the present, spanning three eras, countless predecessors had struggled for this goal. More and more information had been left behind, and more beings had gradually learned the truth.
They tirelessly refined the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, amassing countless high-grade spirit stones—pletely indifferent even to the birth of regions like the Dead Silence Desert.
At first, Wang Yu had suspected they wanted to destroy the Ice Prison Realm.
Release all Ancient Demons at once, secretly refine something like a “World-Crossing Ark,” and escape into the void amid the chaos, heading for other worlds.
This speculation had seemed reasonable at first.
Later, he realized it was wrong. Yellow Springs Monastery had no Spirit Transformation cultivators, only half-step Spirit Transformation figures like the Blood Demon Hall Master, who were firmly stuck.
Destroying the world was too difficult. Extracting all spiritual essence from a realm was unrealistic. Others would never stand by. Such a mad plan would never be accepted by the great experts.
Thus, the logic failed.
But if draining a realm’s spiritual essence was only a surface tactic, and the true goal was to accumulate spirit stones to refine a “World-Crossing Ark” or similar treasure, then it made sense.
As for methods to destroy a realm, Wang Yu suspected they lay in the four words:
“Yellow Springs Azure Firmament.”
Just as the Lunar Star was one of the supreme celestial bodies, Yellow Springs Azure Firmament was also an external power. When there was no path forward within, seeking change from outside was indeed the best option.
Rumor had it that Yellow Springs Monastery possessed a secret realm that persisted through generations, containing tributaries of the Yellow Springs River. This showed that their isolation from the outside world was not as secure as Ancient Demon seals.
Ziyan’s existence had provided Wang Yu with countless new lines of thought.
If his guesses were correct, then the cooperation between the five demonic sects and Yellow Springs Temple in attacking the Blood Reversal Sect was likely not just for resources and benefits.
It was for something far greater.
There were still deeper motives that had yet to surface.
After spending some time digesting the situation, Wang Yu noticed the curious gazes of the others but had no intention of explaining himself. With a flick of his finger, he released a strand of icy flame, pletely incinerating the unconscious Ziyan into ashes.
She passed away without feeling any pain.
Beauty was nothing more than a pink skeleton in the end. It could not shake his resolve in the slightest.
Of the two people they had captured, one was now dead. The young sect master who had been pretending to be unconscious could no longer endure it. Blood-colored aura surged out from within his body, melting away his outer appearance and revealing his true form.
His Nascent Soul aura was released without restraint. When he realized that an invisible barrier blocked it from penetrating beyond the small courtyard, he did not mind at all.
He twisted his neck and calmly looked at Wang Yu.
“What, scared?
“With my Nascent Soul cultivation, if I did not need to conceal my identity, how could I have allowed myself to be humiliated by you? What a pity for Miss Ziyan.”
Wang Yu looked at him with a half-smile that was not quite a smile.
He said strangely, “You are very confident.”
“Pfft.”
Jin Miaoshan finally could not hold back and burst out laughing.
True Lady Jin Xiyuan, the Shadow Hound King, and the True Word King formed a triangular encirclement around him. Wang Yu stood directly in front, shaking his head as he said, “Young Sect Master, you are a gift sent to me by heaven.”
Having his identity exposed, he immediately realized that Wang Yu was from the Blood Reversal Sect. Even so, he still felt confused and harbored a trace of wishful thinking.
He had never seen Wang Yu before.
“So you are just that cheap master’s lackey. So what if you have more people…”
As he spoke, his blood-path Nascent Soul suddenly escaped from his body.
He directly executed a teleportation technique. From this alone, it could be seen that he still had some sense. He knew the people sent to capture him would not be weak. Unfortunately, he had realized it far too late.
At some unknown moment, the partially mastered Lock of Heaven had fully unfolded. Silver-white chains appeared throughout the surrounding space, rippling with spatial fluctuations as they tightly sealed the entire courtyard.
Due to limitations in his cultivation, Wang Yu could not seal the teleportation of high-level cultivators. However, sealing the teleportation of early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators was effortless.
After discovering that even abandoning his physical body could not allow him to escape, the young sect master decisively returned to his body, his expression turning grave.
“I would rather shatter like jade than live like tile!
“That old bastard will never get my body!”
At that moment, Jin Xiyuan, the Shadow Hound King, and the True Word King, three late-stage Nascent Soul great cultivators, simultaneously released their realm pressure. The young sect master’s furious roar was cut short.
With a thud, he slid to his knees and knelt before Wang Yu.
“Please spare me!”
This oute was actually foreseeable.
After all, this youth had suppressed his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul realm for nearly a hundred years to guard against his master’s schemes. He was a genius accustomed to enduring humiliation and carrying heavy burdens.
Naturally, he was not overly concerned with pride.
Moreover, the strength displayed by Wang Yu’s side was simply too terrifying. Asking himself honestly, he knew he was not worth mobilizing three great cultivators to capture.
That was why he bowed his head and begged for mercy. Perhaps these people were not on the same side as the sect master.
Then he heard Wang Yu say, “Meeting you was purely a coincidence.”
Before joy could appear on his face, he heard Wang Yu continue, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yu. Does that sound familiar?”
The young sect master instantly felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
That name was far too familiar.
From Zhuo Shouyun, from Lu Chenzhou, he had heard it more than once.
The last time he heard news of Wang Yu was when the other party became the Seventh Elder of Cold Blood Peak.
He forced out a stiff smile.
He lifted his head and glanced up a few times before quickly lowering it again. He had recognized the identities of the Shadow Hound King and the True Word King of the demon race, and for a moment, he could not determine Wang Yu’s faction.
However, one thing was certain.
The other party had not e specifically to capture him.
Still, judging from his earlier tone, he clearly had the intention of handing him over to the sect. As thoughts raced through his mind, he silently considered the bargaining chips he possessed.
“Ever since the Two Prodigies Conflict ended, there hasn’t been any news of Elder Wang for a long time. If you can let me go, I have a way to deal with Zhuo Shouyun’s side.”
This was a misunderstanding.
He probably believed that Wang Yu was hiding in fear of Zhuo Shouyun settling accounts afterward. From his perspective, this was indeed a worthwhile bargaining chip.
Wang Yu shook his head. The Glazed Iceheart Pagoda flew out from his dantian.
He was preparing to suppress him on the top floor, preventing him from meeting the two Nascent Soul cultivators imprisoned below.
“No, Elder Wang, let’s talk this through properly.”
There was no response.
In the end, amid shock and fury, the Young Sect Master offered no resistance and was taken into the top floor of the Glazed Iceheart Pagoda. All kinds of restraining methods were applied at once, pletely sealing him.
This was an unexpected gain.
It could explain what he had been doing during his disappearance.
Of course, that was only a trivial benefit.
The greater value lay in merit. With the Young Sect Master in hand, returning to the mountain would present no problems whatsoever.
Furthermore, he could also try to extract the plete Ancient Blood Demon Scripture from his mind. As a full Spirit Transformation level inheritance, the restrictions in his sea of consciousness would certainly be extremely powerful.
Even if he could not glimpse the entire scripture, obtaining some blood-path secret techniques would still be worthwhile.
The Sect Master’s goal was to reach Spirit Transformation while preserving his self. For that, the Young Sect Master’s Blood Demon Body was indispensable. As long as that ambition could be realized, minor losses were irrelevant.
Their ultimate objective was certainly to break free from the prison that was the Ice Prison Realm. Yellow Springs Monastery had its plans, and the Blood Reversal Sect naturally had its own schemes.
To bee wardens. Of this, Wang Yu was certain.
Whether it was the Blood Demon Hall lineage or the Three Blood Nether Demons, they had all been probing into matters related to Ancient Demon inheritances.
Once that was resolved, the existential threat facing the Blood Reversal Sect would also be resolved.
As for the benefits of being wardens, Wang Yu suspected it still involved borrowing the power of those Ancient Demons, but not by releasing them, rather by deceiving them.
Just as the ultimate ability of the Taiyin Nether Eye was to break through spatial realms and carry him out of the Ice Prison Realm, the old demons of the Blood Reversal Sect likely had similar plans.
He could borrow the power of the Lunar Star. The old demons could borrow the higher-level power of Ancient Demons to escape the prison directly.
Both pathway required immense effort and could not be achieved overnight.
This harvest had been extremely fruitful. Wang Yu was in excellent spirits. He continued chatting leisurely with the others in the small courtyard, waiting for the big fish, Nine Evil Sword Lord, to take the bait.
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Cloud Ridge Prefecture battlefield.
Nine Evil Sword Lord was hiding within Jade Spirit City. His divine sense was locked onto the City Lord’s Mansion, monitoring it day and night. Yet he had still not discovered any trace of Wang Yu.
Over the past years, he had first gone to Tianbao City.
Based on the situation back then, Wang Yu was most likely to seek shelter in Tianbao City. However, he did not even find a single strand of hair. He had also tried asking the Heaven Treasure Pavilion’s official channels.
In the end, he gained nothing.
He then came to Jade Spirit City and lay in wait. In his impression, Wang Yu had only recently advanced to late-stage Core Formation. Condensing a Nascent Soul was still far away, and the places he could go were limited.
Moreover, wars were raging everywhere, and border defenses had been greatly strengthened. When people encountered danger, they were most likely to flee to familiar places.
Because familiarity brought a sense of security.
Jade Spirit City was clearly one such place.
In addition to personally staking it out, he had also dispatched large numbers of disciples from Evil Sword Peak, sending them across the four prefectures under the pretext of providing support.
He was determined to find Wang Yu.
Yet more than twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, and he still failed to locate him. There were barely any traces at all, almost none.
This caused Nine Evil’s mood to worsen day by day.
Under these circumstances, the other party had most likely fled the territory of the Blood Reversal Sect, decisively abandoning his current status and position, and had not even returned to the sect.
This contradicted his speculation.
After all, with the protection of the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon and the favor token from Lord Lei Hou, it would have been far more reasonable to seek help from those two powerful figures immediately.
He had made thorough preparations, yet never encountered the main target.
“Wait another year. If he still doesn’t e to Jade Spirit City, then it means he either fled to the territory of the Heaven Refining Demonic Sect, or crossed the Severed Boundary Mountains and went to Taihu.
“Before condensing a demonic-path Nascent Soul, his foundation can still be reshaped. I remember he was originally a Spirit Slave taken from Taihu…”
Countless thoughts surged through his mind, yet his gaze grew colder and colder.
Until a report appeared in his munication treasure, sent by a scout from Maple Prefecture.
“Found you.”
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