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Forbidden techniques are often those that require sacrificing one’s life to be wielded.

How could just anyone avoid such techniques as if they were nothing?

That’s downright naive!

Speaking rationally, this technique called Blood Burning Heavenly Flame was something Ye Yu truly liked.

As long as the opponent has blood and bones, the raging heavenly flame can ignite, using their own body as fuel to burn everything to ash!

It’s a perfect counter against blood demons from the demon realm.

But against beings that either lack blood entirely or have very little of it, this forbidden technique wouldn’t be able to secure a fatal blow.

A minor flaw, but still a limitation.

Ye Yu originally thought that this technique alone would make Cui He suffer to the point of death.

However, to his surprise, after just two breaths, the flames had already completely faded.

Though Cui He’s body was left riddled with burns, he wasn’t dead.

This left Ye Yu with a grim expression.

Could it be that the Taoist boy has a way to counter forbidden techniques?

Or perhaps he has barely any blood in his body?

Through a scan, Ye Yu discovered that the second reason was the correct one. Cui He barely had any blood in his body.

The Blood Burning Heavenly Flame had lasted for just two breaths, an already difficult feat.

And it wasn’t just Cui He—both Chang Xiu and Jiang An also exhibited the same trait.

This realization sparked a bold hypothesis in Ye Yu’s mind.

“You’re seeking death!” Cui He growled, his fists clenched as he roared.

The wounds on his face and body, combined with his terrifying appearance, made him resemble a ghost from the underworld, far from his former handsome appearance.

Chang Xiu and Jiang An paid no heed to their battle with Ye Yu.

All they wanted was to swiftly defeat Hongluan and secure victory. Only after that could they turn their attention to Cui He.

Just as they were about to attack Hongluan, countless golden script chains appeared, binding them in place.

This… the righteous aura of scholars?

Weren’t they usually only active in the Western Frontier?

Why are they here in Central Continent?

Chang Xiu and Jiang An instinctively turned to look.

They saw Ye Yu’s chest radiating a golden glow, with countless golden words orbiting him like a sage descending from the heavens.

On the other side, Hongluan stared at the scene, utterly dumbfounded.

An exquisite scholarly talent?

Her own disciple had cultivated a perfect literary core?

How could that be possible?

Only the most devout scholars, blessed by immense fortune, had a slim chance of cultivating such a talent.

Yet Ye Yu had somehow awakened one.

This was utterly surreal!

She had never even seen this kid read a book.

Isn’t he always just sleeping all the time?

Could it be… that he learned to read in a dream?

If that’s the case, isn’t he way too talented?

Hongluan couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.

Just as she expected Ye Yu to start spouting verses, showcasing the profound power of literature…

She saw him suddenly take a step forward.

The surrounding texts vanished instantly.

Above the sky, countless starry lights appeared, shining so brightly that they almost rivaled the blazing sun.

A clear celestial phenomenon—no doubt.

As Ye Yu moved his hands, something even more unexpected happened.

The stars began to move and align, forming a massive formation.

It completely enveloped Cui He, Chang Xiu, and Jiang An.

Following this, the overwhelming spiritual pressure caused the ground within a radius of tens of miles to quake.

Countless starlight gathered, forming a massive night dragon that roared toward Cui He, Chang Xiu, and Jiang An.

An incredible scene was performed on the spot.

Three mouths, three Taoist boys, the night dragon swallowed them all, coiling around.

Then, it’s body exploded, releasing a powerful shockwave that wiped out everything in sight.

The point of the explosion became a vast, bottomless deep pit.

Hongluan’s robes flapped violently in the aftermath, but she paid no attention.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Was this… a dream?

First, the fire-based technique, though its duration was short, still inflicted damage on the white robed Taoist boy, meaning its rank was no small matter.

Then came the explosive display of the literary core, filled with vast righteous qi that inspired awe.

Just when I thought you’d use literature to kill, you discarded the righteous aura and played with formations instead.

And even that formation had the power to alter the stars in the sky.

Is this really my disciple?

Also, isn’t it said that “Don’t bite off more than you can chew”?

Yet Ye Yu seems to master whatever he touches—no conflict whatsoever.

Is there even a sense of justice anymore?

Or any logic?

This is truly baffling!

The next moment, Hongluan suddenly felt her face heat up.

Just half an hour ago, she confidently declared to Ye Yu that she was the strongest in the Central Continent, known as the “Continent Guardian” and a true genius-level cultivator.

Now, those grand titles seemed like nothing more than a huge joke.

It was extremely embarrassing.

Ye Yu stood calmly in midair, maintaining his vigilance, his gaze fixed on the deep pit below.

After a few moments, three figures suddenly sprang out—Cui He, Chang Xiu, and Jiang An.

At this moment, they appeared utterly wretched.

Their bodies were severely damaged, with Cui He suffering the worst. His left arm and right leg were completely gone, yet no blood flowed from the missing limbs.

The other two were only slightly better off, but still far from intact.

At this point, none of the three Taoist boys carried the arrogant demeanor they had before. Their gazes toward Ye Yu were filled with more fear.

It was clear they hadn’t anticipated that this man was also at the Ascension Realm. His mysterious techniques and overwhelming strength far exceeded their imagination—truly horrifying.

They no longer dared to think of killing; their only thought was survival, to escape and seek refuge.

Thus, Jiang An, Chang Xiu, and Cui He immediately fled in different directions, hoping to find a way to survive.

But they had vastly underestimated Ye Yu’s killing intent.

Before they could fly even a hundred meters, they suddenly halted.

They realized that the area around them was already suffused with sword intent.

Indeed, as soon as they were swallowed by the night dragon, Ye Yu had silently activated his Profound Heart Sword.

In just a few breaths, the sword aura had spread throughout the entire area. It was designed to prevent them from surviving.

Now, it had perfectly connected.

With a thought from Ye Yu, the three Taoist boys were strangled to death instantly.

The world fell silent once again.

Without hesitation, Ye Yu stepped forward and approached Cui He’s lifeless body.

He soon noticed that over time, Cui He’s body had developed numerous cracks, as if it had shattered like porcelain.

The same was true for Jiang An and Chang Xiu.

Additionally, they all shared another strange trait—their bodies emitted a strange fragrance.

This scent was familiar to Ye Yu.

At the same time, in the Heavenly Realm, the fishing lines in the hands of the three fishermen instantly snapped.

The look on their faces was as ugly as it could get.