Volume One, Chapter Seventeen: Young Master, You Are Truly Remarkable

The night gradually faded, and the horizon began to glow with the pale light of dawn. A few rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling over the rocky mountain.

Inside the dilapidated temple, Lin Yusheng paced back and forth, her heart burning with anxiety and deep unease. From last night until now, she had clearly seen the sweat pouring off Liu Yiyun and the members of the Hehuan Sect, soaking their bodies entirely. It was evident that they had reached the critical moment of their magical duel. Unable to calm her turbulent heart, she could only pray silently that Liu Yiyun would safely weather this crisis.

Suddenly, a series of heavy, rapid, and ragged gasps echoed through the temple.

"Huff! Huff!"

As the illusions dissipated, Liu Yiyun clutched his waist with his left hand, his legs trembling uncontrollably; he no longer had the strength to support his exhausted frame. He swayed, appearing as though he might collapse at any moment.

Lin Yusheng’s heart tightened, and after a brief moment of shock, she hurried forward to steady him. She asked with a face full of concern, "Young Master, are you alright?"

"Huff! Huff! O-of course, I'm fine!" Liu Yiyun forced his trembling legs to hold firm, his chest heaving violently. He stuttered in response, "These... these demonic cultivators truly possess profound cultivation. If not for my formidable physical strength, I fear I would have... would have struggled to hold on until the end. I suppose I can count this as a narrow victory."

The techniques of the Hehuan Sect were indeed extraordinary. He had originally thought that with his robust physique, he could win with ease. He had not expected that thirty-seven female cultivators would take turns engaging him, draining his spiritual energy to the very last drop. Had it not been for the Nine-Turn Lotus Throne in his brow providing a steady stream of energy at the critical moment, he would have been defeated long ago.

He had miscalculated!

Hearing this, Lin Yusheng carefully helped Liu Yiyun sit on the ground. She gently reached out to knead his body, her eyes drifting involuntarily toward the members of the Hehuan Sect. They were all slumped on the ground, their hair disheveled and plastered against their cheeks from the sheer exhaustion of the duel. Beyond their heavy gasps, they lacked even the strength to lift a hand to wipe away their sweat. From their lethargic state and pale complexions, it was clear that their injuries were far more severe than his.

*The Young Master is truly incredible!*

Lin Yusheng turned back, staring intently at Liu Yiyun’s handsome face, her eyes filled with adoration.

"Wow, Young Master, you are so amazing~"
"Young Master, thank you. If not for you, I would have been dragged back by Senior Sister Chen."
"Young Master, you look so dashing like this!"
"Young Master..."

However, Liu Yiyun was parched, and his entire body felt drained of all strength. These little vixens had hollowed him out, and he didn't want to utter another word. Lin Yusheng, acting like a devoted fan, chirped on incessantly. Though he found it tiresome, he didn't want to interrupt her.

Right now, he only wanted to rest his head on her long legs and get some sleep. Yet, with so many Hehuan Sect cultivators present, he didn't know if they would attack once they recovered, so he had to rest briefly and leave as quickly as possible. He wasn't afraid of them attacking him now, as he knew that under his intense "Copper Skin and Iron Bones" technique, they were far more injured than he was and would need time to recover. Indeed, not one of them had the strength to speak yet.

The Hehuan Sect was truly something else. They could have just let him go, and everyone would have been fine, but they insisted on engaging him in a physical battle. As a hot-blooded young man, how could he withstand such provocation? He had barely been able to restrain himself with the thousand-year-old snake demon in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, let alone these thirty-seven beautiful and shapely female cultivators.

Engaging in a duel with multiple female cultivators simultaneously—had this happened on Blue Star, it would naturally have been illegal. But he hadn't paid any spirit stones afterward, and both sides had been willing, so it was hardly a crime. Unless the Hehuan Sect reported him to the Law Enforcement Hall of the Azure Vault Sacred Land, there was no issue. Thus, Liu Yiyun felt no psychological burden about turning cold after the duel. They were all adult cultivators; it was perfectly reasonable to have a little "spar" in the wild!

Though he was exhausted, he envied the Young Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect from the bottom of his heart. With so many female cultivators in the sect, it was like his own private garden. He could duel with different women every day—how quickly his combat experience would improve! He was so envious he could drool. He had decided that for the sake of a bright future, he would work even harder at grinding monsters. Once he reached the peak of cultivation and unified the Tianxuan Continent, he would establish a "Hehuan Sacred Sect."

Half a quarter of an hour later, with Lin Yusheng's support, Liu Yiyun slowly stood up. He glanced at the strongest of them, Senior Sister Chen, and said to Lin Yusheng, "Huff! Miss Lin, let's go."

Lin Yusheng was somewhat surprised and stood where she was, asking, "This... are you willing to let Senior Sister Chen and the others go?"

"You want me to kill them?" Liu Yiyun frowned, displeased. After all, they had spent the entire night battling; they were practically comrades-in-arms. He couldn't bring himself to do it. If Lin Yusheng insisted he kill them, he wouldn't be able to do it, and he might even feel like giving her a slap.

"No, no," Lin Yusheng shook her head repeatedly. "I only meant to ask you to spare their lives."

Liu Yiyun was baffled. Senior Sister Chen had wanted Lin Yusheng’s life, yet here she was, pleading for them. Before he could speak, Lin Yusheng explained, "Being in the Hehuan Sect, Senior Sister Chen and the others have no choice. I don't blame them."

Liu Yiyun: "..."

*A "White Lotus" in the world of cultivation—I’ve finally seen one.*

Still, it was fine; he hadn't planned on attacking them anyway. As the two prepared to leave, a weak voice drifted toward them.

"Y-Young Master, may I ask your name?"

Liu Yiyun turned back, catching Senior Sister Chen’s gaze.

"What for?"

"The Young Master's technique is truly terrifying. My sisters and I concede defeat. However, I still have one secret art I have yet to use. I shall come to your doorstep another day to seek your instruction."

*Damn it!*

Were all the people in the Hehuan Sect this proactive? She wanted to come over for a "solo" session? Was she actually craving his body? They had even developed feelings through combat—how terrifying!

"W-well, I am Li Feiyu of the Wild Wolf Sect in Yun Prefecture. My name is set in stone."

"Let's go." With that, he quickly signaled Lin Yusheng to support him as he limped away swiftly.

Once their figures disappeared, Senior Sister Chen used all her remaining strength to roll over. Lying on the ground, watching the white clouds drift across the sky, a smile bloomed on her lips. She whispered softly, "I know your name isn't Li Feiyu, but it doesn't matter. I will find you."

"My dear young man, you were truly magnificent!"