The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace
Chapter 232 - 232 Jade Dragon Sublimation

What a terrifying gaze, filled with boundless killing intent.

Wang Lilong, writhing in unbearable pain, stared at Yun Yanshui's ferocious face, contorted like that of a wild beast. His mind went blank, and under that dreadful gaze, a surge of immense fear arose from the depths of his heart, unbidden and uncontrollable.

For a long moment, Wang Lilong couldn't snap out of his terror. His eyes remained fixed on the terrifying visage before him, a vague sense of familiarity tugging at his mind.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, memories of an old scene surfaced—a banquet during the Great Gathering of the Hundred Clans over ten years ago.

Back then, Yun Yunyang had arrived at the event with three members of the Yun clan. Among them were Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshuang, and a seemingly ordinary mortal youth—Yun Yanshui.

At the time, Yun Yanshui, out of spite, had deliberately swiped a number of spiritual delicacies and wines from Xia Changqing's table, leaving Xia awkward and flustered. This incident had momentarily drawn the attention of Wang Lilong and his brother, Wang Yuan.

Yet, that minor spat between Yun Yanshui and Xia Changqing had been nothing more than an insignificant episode.

Wang Lilong had paid it little mind, dismissing the unimpressive mortal youth as utterly beneath his notice.

But now, as he recalled that moment, the unremarkable figure from the past inexplicably overlapped with the savage, nightmarish visage of the man standing before him.

"It's you?! How could it be… you?! Yun Yanshui!"

"I'll ask you again—where is Wang Liyuan?!"

Yun Yanshui wasn't in the mood for reminiscence. With a cruel twist of his expression, he bore down harder with his foot and demanded harshly.

"What do you want with my brother? He was killed in Tongshan County ten years ago!" Wang Lilong bellowed, his voice raw with defiance.

"Cut the crap! I know he's not dead!"

"Who told you that?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"This…"

Wang Lilong faltered. He thought Yun Yanshui was joking, but the grim determination on his face suggested otherwise.

"I don't know what game you're playing, but all I know is that my brother died ten years ago. To this day, we still haven't found out who killed him!"

"Damn it!"

Yun Yanshui cursed furiously, raising his spear in a sweeping motion, ready to sever Wang Lilong's head.

But just as Wang Lilong's life hung by a thread, a figure suddenly materialized—Wang Qinglin.

With a thunderous palm strike aimed at Yun Yanshui's chest, a surge of pale blue energy erupted. The force of the strike was like a torrent of water, overwhelming and unyielding.

Yun Yanshui reacted swiftly, crossing his spear in front of him to block the attack. The strike connected with a deafening boom.

The impact sent Yun Yanshui staggering backward, retreating more than a dozen meters before finally stabilizing himself.

"What a surprise. A mortal with no spiritual roots… a cultivator now, are you? It seems your Yun clan harbors more secrets than I thought," Wang Qinglin said coldly, his hands clasped behind his back after forcing Yun Yanshui to retreat.

Ten years ago, at Yun Yantian's banquet, the two had briefly crossed paths.

At the time, Yun Yanshui had been lamenting to Wang Qinglin, envying the cultivators who lived on the mountains. Wang Qinglin hadn't given it a second thought, for in his eyes, Yun Yanshui was merely a rootless mortal, destined to remain so for life.

But now, a decade later, Yun Yanshui stood before him, a Qi Refining cultivator with a strength not far from his own. Not only that, he had forcibly invaded the Wang ancestral grounds and slaughtered numerous Wang clan subordinates.

"Enough talk! Where is Wang Liyuan?!" Yun Yanshui demanded, his spear pointed unwaveringly at Wang Qinglin.

"My brother is dead!"

"Do you take me for a fool?!"

Yun Yanshui's eyes narrowed, his tone as chilling as the abyss.

Hearing this, Wang Qinglin frowned deeply. As he locked eyes with Yun Yanshui, an unsettling feeling grew within him—Yun Yanshui seemed to know something he didn't.

Yun Yanshui had hidden in the Yun family's shadows for so long, harboring countless secrets. Could he truly possess some extraordinary means to know that Wang Liyuan was still alive?

The thought unsettled Wang Qinglin.

"The more I see, the more curious I become... Just how many secrets are you hiding, Yun Yanshui?"

Wang Qinglin's cold gaze bore into Yun Yanshui, ignoring the latter's demands. His curiosity burned like a relentless flame. How could a rootless mortal tread the path of cultivation? What kind of fateful encounter had granted him such fortune?

"None of your damn business!"

Yun Yanshui roared, his voice filled with rage. His spear lashed out, unleashing a mighty storm of force that surged toward Wang Qinglin with overwhelming ferocity.

Wang Qinglin's expression grew serious. Without hesitation, he summoned his spiritual energy, manipulating the cascading rainwater around him to form a towering wall of water to block the devastating spear force.

Boom!

The moment the spear force struck the water wall, it exploded violently, shattering the barrier into countless droplets.

The remnants of the attack pierced through the rain curtain, hurtling unrelentingly toward Wang Qinglin's chest.

With a swift motion of his sleeve, Wang Qinglin countered the force with ease, using softness to neutralize its might. At the same time, he pushed the gravely injured Wang Lilong to safety, ensuring the latter would not be caught in the aftermath.

With a single-handed gesture, the dispersed rainwater reformed into countless icy arrows, which then shot toward Yun Yanshui in a relentless barrage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Gripping his spear tightly, Yun Yanshui spun it with fury, creating a circular shield that shattered the oncoming rain arrows one by one.

Yet, no sooner had he shattered them than the rain reformed, converging from all directions into another wave of icy arrows that once again launched toward him.

"Disperse!"

Seeing the endless onslaught, Yun Yanshui let out a thunderous cry.

The power of yin and yang erupted from within him, an overwhelming force rippling outward.

The scorching energy of the Solar Essence Wheel vaporized the rain arrows in an instant, turning them to mist. Meanwhile, the chilling power of the Lunar Ascent froze the surrounding rainwater, transforming it into countless ice shards that hovered in the air like a celestial sea of diamonds.

With a flick of his finger, the ice shards, covering an area of nearly a kilometer, surged toward Wang Qinglin in a unified assault.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ice shards struck the invisible protective aura around Wang Qinglin, each impact resounding like hailstones on a roof. The relentless barrage was deafening and unyielding.

"So, two kinds of elemental spiritual energies? One appears to be the Solar Essence Wheel, and the other… the Lunar Ascent?"

Wang Qinglin murmured to himself, his hands clasped behind his back as he observed the shimmering ice shards battering his protective aura. A trace of awe crept into his expression.

"This boy's dual elemental energies are far purer than Yun Yantian's or Yun Yanshuang's. And his mastery over them is far more refined.

"To think… the Yun family member we have targeted all these years—Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang—pale in comparison to Yun Yanshui, who has always concealed himself as an ordinary mortal!"

As he marveled, Wang Qinglin suddenly noticed faint cracks appearing in his protective aura under the relentless barrage of ice shards.

"The Lunar Ascent truly is one of the most formidable elemental energies. Its power is undeniable!"

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept through the battlefield, carrying with it an oppressive heat.

Wang Qinglin's eyes shifted, and he saw Yun Yanshui charging toward him with terrifying speed.

In his hands, the spiritual spear now burned with golden flames, the product of the Solar Essence Wheel's scorching energy. The golden fire coiled around the weapon like serpents, exuding a searing heat that warped the very air.

"Break through the ranks of thousands!"

With a ferocious roar, Yun Yanshui swung the spear downward in a devastating arc. The golden flames surged forth like a vanguard of divine and demonic soldiers, their bodies engulfed in the radiant fire of the Solar Essence Wheel. The attack's momentum grew exponentially, its destructive force like that of an unstoppable army.

"Dao Art—Jade Dragon Ascension!"

Faced with Yun Yanshui's overpowering assault, Wang Qinglin dared not show the slightest hesitation.

Forming a series of hand seals, he unleashed his Dao art.

The water around him surged violently as torrents of spiritual energy formed countless roaring water dragons.

Under Wang Qinglin's control, the water dragons charged forward to meet the golden flames head-on.

The battlefield erupted into chaos as the blazing soldiers clashed with the roaring water dragons. It was as though two great armies had met in a cataclysmic confrontation.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The two forces were evenly matched at first, but as time passed, the golden flames of the divine soldiers began to evaporate the water dragons, reducing them to steam.

"It seems my cultivation technique and elemental energy are a step below his..."

Wang Qinglin's expression darkened as he observed the battle.

Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped back, using the opening to create distance. With a quick gesture, he activated the Wang clan's ancestral formation, intending to trap Yun Yanshui temporarily.

But before he could complete the spell, a sudden sense of danger surged through him.

Turning his gaze, Wang Qinglin's eyes widened as he saw a figure cloaked in shadow—Yun Yanshuang.

Moving like a phantom, she appeared at his side, her sword slicing through the air in a deadly arc aimed directly at his neck.

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