Chapter 2180: A String of Blows!

On Luoxia Peak, everyone's expressions became extremely interesting.

This attack, enough to split mountains and crack rocks, had left not a single mark on Ye Yuan's body!

Both were at the Second Heaven of Exalted Lord—how could this happen?

After a long while, they finally came to their senses, exclamations rising in a chorus.

"I must be blind! Could Senior Uncle Changqing be holding back on purpose?"

"Even the weakest opponent, if they just stood there and let you hit them, couldn't come out unscathed, right?"

"Senior Uncle Changqing has fused three types of law power; even a Third Heaven Exalted Lord wouldn't dare take his attack head-on, would they?"

...

In the eyes of these fellow disciples, Lin Changqing was a figure from the heavens, an existence they could never reach.

But today, Lin Changqing had gone all out and still left no mark on his opponent.

The impact was simply too strong.

Lin Changqing stood dumbfounded, staring at Ye Yuan who stood proudly unmoving, muttering, "Impossible! This... how is this possible? The Cangyun True Feather Sword couldn't even leave a mark on him?"

His words were full of bitterness.

At this moment, he truly realized the gap between him and Ye Yuan.

Even when Ye Yuan reached the Second Heaven of Exalted Lord just now, he hadn't felt such despair.

He still thought he could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, still had the right to speak as an equal.

But now, his last shred of pride was crushed to pieces!

Ye Yuan had become so strong that he made him despair!

Suddenly, Ye Yuan looked up at the sky and said calmly, "Esteemed friend, you've watched the show for so long. Isn't it time to show yourself?"

Everyone's expressions changed, and they began to look around.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man slowly stepped out from the void, slightly cupping his hands toward Ye Yuan, and said, "Jun Mingxin, senior disciple of Emperor Luofeng, pays respects to the Holy Sub-Priest! Junior Brother Changqing offended the Holy Sub-Priest; I apologize on his behalf and thank the Holy Sub-Priest for showing mercy!"

Ye Yuan nodded slightly and said calmly, "He is, after all, Rui'er's senior brother. For Rui'er's sake, I spared his life."

Jun Mingxin smiled slightly and said, "The Holy Sub-Priest's visit brings honor to Luofeng. My master is already waiting on the main peak. Please, Holy Sub-Priest, come with me."

Ye Yuan nodded and said, "Very well, lead the way."

"Please!"

Jun Mingxin and Ye Yuan, one after the other, disappeared from Luoxia Peak.

Whoosh!

At this, Luoxia Peak erupted completely.

"What did I see? Grand Senior Uncle, an Emperor Lord, actually apologized to that young man!"

"What did Grand Senior Uncle say? Holy Sub-Priest? What is that?"

"Who knows what it is, but it must be an extraordinary existence! Otherwise, why would Grand Senior Uncle, an Emperor Lord, treat him with such courtesy?"

...

Everyone chattered, speculating about Ye Yuan's identity.

But their level was too low; they couldn't even grasp the concept of Holy Sub-Priest.

Lin Changqing stood frozen, still not having processed what had happened.

Zheng Yufeng stepped forward and patted his shoulder, sighing, "Actually, until just now, I still couldn't believe that he is the Holy Sub-Priest of the Priest Temple, an existence second only to the Holy Ancestor High Priest! Even the Eleven Great Disciples are beneath him!"

Lin Changqing's body trembled, and he looked at Zheng Yufeng with disbelief.

He had been in seclusion for years and knew nothing of the outside world.

But he knew who the Holy Ancestor High Priest and the Eleven Great Disciples of the Priest Temple were.

Ye Yuan actually stood above the Eleven Great Disciples!

How was that possible?

Was this Ye Yuan the same ant he had once seen in the imperial city?

Zheng Yufeng looked at Lin Changqing with some pity, knowing how great a blow this was to him.

When someone you once regarded as an ant suddenly stands before you,

looking down at you, and you have no power to resist,

that despair is truly beyond words.

In just a thousand years, Ye Yuan had not only completely surpassed him in strength,

but had also made an extremely华丽 transformation in status.

Even his master probably had to show Ye Yuan some respect, right?

After all, Holy Sub-Priest was not just 'so-and-so's disciple'!

It meant that Ye Yuan was the second-in-command of the Priest Temple, an existence that no one could profane!

"And that sword strike just now—his being unscathed was probably because he had cultivated the legendary Perfect Sevenfold Golden Body! And... it seems it's not just that simple! He himself said he is also the Chosen One of the Dragon Clan!"

Zheng Yufeng was reluctant to keep hitting his junior brother, but there were things Lin Changqing had to know.

Because Lin Changqing's matter probably wouldn't end here.

Ye Yuan not killing Lin Changqing was his magnanimity.

But could the Luofeng Daoist Temple, having offended such a great figure, just let it go?

Lin Changqing's gaze was vacant; he was almost on the verge of collapse.

A thousand years later, Ye Yuan's transformation was a devastating blow!

A prodigy?

How laughable!

In front of such a monster, who dared to call themselves a prodigy?

Indeed, he and Ye Yuan were not from the same world!

"This... what happened in this thousand years? Right... what about Junior Sister Mengli? Why didn't she appear?" Lin Changqing suddenly remembered something and asked.

Zheng Yufeng opened his mouth, hesitating.

...

In the main hall of the main peak, an old man sat upright.

Ye Yuan followed Jun Mingxin and entered leisurely.

"Master, the Holy Sub-Priest has arrived!"

Ye Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior Luofeng!"

Luofeng's eyes flickered, and he smiled lightly, "I have long heard of the Holy Sub-Priest breaking the eternal chess game of Mo Wen and being the foremost hero of alchemy in this era. I never expected you to be so young!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Senior flatters me."

Luofeng was slightly startled inwardly; Ye Yuan's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, like a deep abyss.

As an Emperor Lord, he found it hard to see through this young man.

Ye Yuan had none of the arrogance of a peerless prodigy, nor the frivolity of youth.

Every move was neither humble nor pushy.

Luofeng couldn't help but sigh—Lin Changqing was like mud compared to Ye Yuan, a world apart!

"Hehe, that child Changqing has been spoiled by me, to the point of not knowing his place and offending the Holy Sub-Priest. I... apologize for him!" Luofeng said with a genial smile.

Ye Yuan frowned slightly, feeling something was off.

Since entering the Luofeng Daoist Temple, he had caused quite a stir, even alerting Luofeng. There was no way Rui'er didn't know!

Luofeng couldn't be unaware of his purpose, yet he brought up Lin Changqing.

Something was amiss!

"Senior Luofeng, I have come for Rui'er, as you must know. May I ask where Rui'er is now? I wish to see her!" Ye Yuan said.

"This..." Luofeng showed a troubled expression.

Ye Yuan's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "What happened to Rui'er?"

Luofeng knew he couldn't hide it, and sighed slightly, "Rui'er... she has gone missing!"