Chapter 2917: You Are My Lucky Star!

"Ancestor Ye truly was sent by the Grand Master to save us!"

"How satisfying! Flying Cloud Sect finally got what it deserved!"

"Ancestor Ye is incredible! In alchemy, martial arts, and soul arts, he's astonishingly gifted! No wonder the Grand Master accepted him as a disciple!"

……

The disciples of Lingdan Sect were so moved they nearly wept.

They had thought the sect would decline from now on.

But who would have guessed that Ancestor Ye would turn the tide, save the sect, and trample Flying Cloud Sect into the mud?

Zhang Zuoshan slunk away, wailing loudly as he left.

Flying Cloud Sect's decline was all but certain.

However, Emperor-level experts like Wang Jun were not so optimistic.

Ye Yuan had offended the Soul Envoy to the death!

The Soul Envoy represented the Nether Soul Hall. By beating Yan Yuzhen like this and stealing his opportunity, Ye Yuan was slapping the Nether Soul Hall in the face.

Would the Nether Soul Hall let this slide?

The Nether Soul Hall was the institution used by the Soul Clan to rule the Daycloud Continent, and it was filled with powerful experts.

Lingdan Sect was located in the Ninglan Domain.

The Ninglan Nether Soul Hall was the supreme ruling body of the Ninglan Domain.

Those who offended the Nether Soul Hall never came to a good end.

"Ancestor Ye, you must leave Lingdan Sect immediately! The Soul Envoy's master, Seven Feathers Soul Emperor, is an elder of the Nether Soul Hall, a Soul Emperor at the Di Haotian realm! He values this disciple greatly. If he finds out... he will surely come to kill you!"

Wang Jun, clearly aware of many inside details, immediately urged Ye Yuan to leave.

Yan Yuzhen was inwardly smug but dared not show it.

He knew Ye Yuan's methods and could only gloat in secret.

So what if you, Ye Yuan, are formidable? I'm now an envoy of the Soul Clan. Just wait for your death!

"Are you thinking that when your master comes, he'll kill me and take you away?" Ye Yuan's voice suddenly rang out, shattering Yan Yuzhen's pleasant dream.

Yan Yuzhen's expression changed, and he forced a smile: "H-How could that be!"

Ye Yuan smiled: "Actually, I've been waiting for someone from the Nether Soul Hall to come these past few years. I just didn't expect it would be you."

Yan Yuzhen's face changed again!

He was extremely intelligent, and as soon as Ye Yuan spoke, he immediately connected many dots!

No wonder he suddenly appeared in the Void Yueheng Heaven—his target was actually the Soul Clan!

Suddenly, something struck him, and he exclaimed, "You... you want to use the power of the Soul Clan to revive your beloved?"

Ye Yuan smiled: "Talking to an intelligent person saves effort. So, you should know my plan now, right?"

Yan Yuzhen said, "Impossible! You are a human—how could you enter the Soul Clan?"

Ye Yuan smiled faintly, then suddenly split his primordial spirit in two: one became a dragon soul, the other a chaotic primordial spirit.

Then, Ye Yuan grunted, and a trace of blood seeped from his mouth.

The dragon soul shot into Ye Yuan's body with a whoosh.

Now, there were two Ye Yuans.

One was the chaotic primordial spirit, the other Ye Yuan's true body.

Yan Yuzhen's pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed again, "You... you madman, you actually severed your dual-born primordial spirit! But it's useless. The Soul Clan and primordial spirits are fundamentally different! Even if you sever your primordial spirit, you can't become a member of the Soul Clan! It took me a hundred and fifty years to fully transform into a Soul Clan member! Do you think Master will wait a hundred and fifty years for us?"

As he spoke, Yan Yuzhen was full of mockery.

Transforming a primordial spirit into a Soul Clan member was a process.

That process involved completely severing the primordial spirit from the physical body and purifying the self.

Even if Ye Yuan forced him to teach the purification method, Seven Feathers Soul Emperor wouldn't give him that time.

Ye Yuan smiled: "A hundred and fifty years? That's too long... Yan Yuzhen, in my impression, you were a genius. It took you a hundred and fifty years just to transform into a Soul Clan member?"

Yan Yuzhen sneered: "Which primordial spirit doesn't have too many attachments from its former life? Severing the past and transforming into a Soul Clan member—how could it be easy? A hundred and fifty years is enough to rank in the top three within the Nether Soul Hall! Ye Yuan, stop pretending in front of me. I'll teach you the purification method right now, and let's see how long you take!"

Ye Yuan said calmly, "No need. I have my own purification method."

As he spoke, specks of light emanated from Ye Yuan's body, as if he were purifying himself.

Yan Yuzhen stared at Ye Yuan, his eyes going wide.

Too... too fast!

One breath, two breaths... After a hundred breaths, the aura emanating from Ye Yuan had become exactly like his!

Ye Yuan... had already transformed into a Soul Clan member!

"H-How is this possible?" Yan Yuzhen murmured.

Such a speed of transformation was unheard of for Yan Yuzhen.

Of course, given his level, he simply couldn't understand what kind of existence the Divine Derivation was!

One of the three great scriptures of the Soul Clan was no joke.

Not only Yan Yuzhen, but Wang Jun and the others were also dumbfounded.

How could the humans of the Void Yueheng Heaven not know the difficulty of transformation?

In fact, there were countless primordial spirits in the Void Yueheng Heaven, but only a few truly became Soul Clan members.

But he had never heard of anyone completely transforming into a Soul Clan member within a hundred breaths.

Moreover, Ye Yuan had just severed his bond with his true body and was clearly severely injured.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he was as good as new!

Everything before them had overturned their understanding.

"So, can we set off now, Senior Brother Yan?"

Ye Yuan formed a hand seal, and Yan Yuzhen felt as if something had entered his soul body, his expression changing.

His meaning was clear: he wanted Yan Yuzhen to take him into the Nether Soul Hall.

From now on, they might be fellow disciples.

Tsk, what a twist of fate!

Yan Yuzhen's gaze narrowed, and he said solemnly, "I can take you, but you must swear a poisonous oath to release me after the deed is done!"

Ye Yuan nodded: "No problem. I have a feeling you're my lucky star. With you around, it seems my luck never runs out. So there's no need to kill you."

Pfft!

Yan Yuzhen nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Of course, as a soul body, he had no blood.

In fact, without Yan Yuzhen, there would be no Ye Yuan today.

Later, if not for Yan Yuzhen's guidance, Ye Yuan would never have found the Lost Spirit Palace.

The treasures of the Lost Spirit Palace laid a solid foundation for Ye Yuan's later rise.

And now, he had delivered the Soul-Retrieving Ring.

Tsk, what a good man!

……

As they were about to part, Wang Jun and the others wore expressions of deep worry.

Severing ties and infiltrating the Soul Clan.

Such a thing was too insane!

The Soul Clan was filled with powerful experts. This journey was fraught with unknown fortune or disaster—Wang Jun couldn't help but worry.

"Alright, don't look like you've lost your parents! From now on, with Senior Brother Yan and me in the Nether Soul Hall, you can cultivate in peace. Isn't that right, Senior Brother Yan?" Ye Yuan said with a smile.

"Hmph!" Yan Yuzhen snorted coldly.

"Wang Jun, I'll leave my true body here at Lingdan Sect. Take good care of it." Ye Yuan said.

"Rest assured, Ancestor. Even if I must die, I will protect your true body!" Wang Jun declared, thumping his chest.