56: Remnant Wind

Night fell, and a cold moon hung high in the sky, casting down its clear, cold light.

In a dark and deep forest, Shangguan Yi and the Black-robed Old Man were engaged in a fierce battle.

Shangguan Yi moved like lightning, his sword light flashing, as he engaged in a thrilling duel with the Black-robed Old Man.

The Black-robed Old Man, on the other hand, was enveloped in a layer of black mist, his techniques strange and unpredictable, making him difficult to grasp.

The Black-robed Old Man grew more and more alarmed as he fought; he had never imagined that this young man, who was only at the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, could fight him, a Late Stage Nascent Soul Realm expert, to a standstill.

"Arrogant brat, I have to say, you do have some skill, but remember, there's a huge gap between the Early Stage and Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm!" the Black-robed Old Man gritted his teeth and said.

Before his words finished, he suddenly fully unleashed his True Qi, and a terrifying pressure erupted.

In an instant, strong winds raged around him, and black whirlwinds coiled around his body like a giant Dragon.

"Die!" the Black-robed Old Man roared, thrusting both palms forward.

Immediately, a massive black tide transformed into a ferocious tornado, sweeping towards Shangguan Yi with world-destroying power.

Facing such a formidable attack, Shangguan Yi's expression changed drastically, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He couldn't help but curse:

"Holy crap, old man, why didn't you use such a technique earlier?"

Watching the terrifying black wind rapidly approach, a hint of despair welled up in Shangguan Yi's heart.

"Master, where are you? I'm so scared ~"

Immediately after, with a loud "bang," an incomparably sharp surge of Yuan force shot out like lightning, fiercely crashing into the black wind.

The originally aggressive tornado instantly dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"Who?"

The Black-robed Old Man's heart tightened. He sharply looked around, his eagle-like gaze not missing a single corner, while also releasing his powerful Divine Sense to carefully probe all movements in the surroundings.

"No need to look, I'm above you."

Yang Yun floated quietly in mid-air, looking down at the bewildered Black-robed Old Man below, a slight smile on his lips, and spoke in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, the Black-robed Old Man was startled. He quickly looked up, only to see a young figure standing in the sky. His posture was as straight as a pine, his temperament elegant and ethereal, as if he had merged with the entire world.

"Who are you? Why meddle in others' affairs? Do you know who I am?"

The Black-robed Old Man stared at Yang Yun, his eyes flashing with anger and confusion, and questioned him sharply.

Yang Yun smiled lightly, leaped down, and landed steadily beside Shangguan Yi and Feng Xiaoling. Then, he turned to face the Black-robed Old Man and said leisurely:

"Old man, it's so late, why aren't you home sleeping? What are you doing wandering around here?"

Yang Yun seemed to completely disregard the Black-robed Old Man's questioning, instead joking with him.

Seeing this, Shangguan Yi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed respectfully with a wronged expression, saying:

"Master, you're finally here! That old geezer almost beat your subordinate to death..."

"Who are you calling an old geezer!"

Before Shangguan Yi could finish speaking, the Black-robed Old Man furiously interrupted him, roaring loudly at Shangguan Yi.

Feng Xiaoling also performed a standard, respectful bow and softly said:

"Xiaoling greets Young Master, thank you for saving my life." Her voice was clear and pleasant, as melodious as an oriole leaving its valley.

"Hehe, no need to be so polite."

Yang Yun responded with a smile, his tone casual and natural, as if it were a trivial matter.

He gently waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing significant. For him, such a thing was indeed not difficult.

"Feng Xiaoling? So it's you, we meet again, this is truly a wonderful fate!"

Yang Yun's lips curved slightly upwards, revealing a smile.

Seeing that Yang Yun actually remembered her, Feng Xiaoling couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and emotion.

A shy blush appeared on her face. She lowered her head and smiled softly, saying gently, "It is truly my honor that Young Master still remembers this humble girl."

"Haha, of course I remember!" Yang Yun laughed heartily.

However, the Black-robed Old Man standing by felt completely ignored, and a surge of anger immediately rose in his heart.

He glared at Yang Yun and Feng Xiaoling, his eyes wide with fury, and sternly rebuked:

"Audacious madmen! How dare you be so rude, daring to disregard the presence of this Elder!"

"No matter who you are, or what power supports you, my Black Wind Sect will never let you off easily!"

The Black-robed Old Man gritted his teeth and said, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

After speaking, he fiercely crushed a Talisman in his hand, a sinister and cunning smile appearing on his face, as he smugly stared at everyone, seemingly waiting for a good show to begin.

"Hmph, just you wait and see, soon you will know what consequences you will face for provoking my Black Wind Sect!"

Outside the Dark Moon幽林, within an antique palace, several figures, as if sensing something, suddenly disappeared from their original spots.

Yang Yun sensed several figures flying from afar and shook his head, "One Nascent Soul Peak, three Nascent Soul Late Stage."

"Tsk."

"I'll take on ten!"

The Black-robed Old Man thought Yang Yun had been scared silly and sarcastically said, "Kid, although I don't know what secret treasure you used to break my Black Wind Array,"

"But I know that you are nothing more than Nascent Soul Peak, and soon you will be Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering."

Feeling the approach of several familiar Auras, the Black-robed Old Man no longer had any scruples.

Yang Yun still suppressed his Realm to the Nascent Soul Peak Realm.

Subsequently, a strong wind arose, and a black whirlwind swept through, as several figures appeared behind the Black-robed Old Man, all dressed in black robes.

"Yuan Long, you crushed the Black Cloud Talisman, why are you in such a hurry to call us over? What's the matter?"

The Black-robed Old Man named Yuan Long retreated to the front of the leading black-clad man and bowed, saying, "Senior Brother Can Feng, while patrolling the mountain, I discovered that three Disciples of my Black Wind Sect had died tragically here, so I came to investigate."

"It is these few people in front of us who killed three elite Disciples of our Sect."

"What! Elite Disciples?"

Can Feng's eyes widened upon hearing this, staring intently at Yang Yun and the other two, "You really have a lot of guts!"

Yang Yun smiled at the few people, leisurely fanning himself with his fan, "Ah, actually, I really don't have to waste words with you, but, killing you like this, I feel it's meaningless."

"It's better to chat with you for a while, just consider it listening to your last words."

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious!"

"Truly ignorant! Seeking death!"

The black-clad men shouted sharply.

Can Feng looked at Yang Yun with interest, "Kid, stop pretending to be young, you're probably an old monster who's lived for hundreds of years, aren't you?"

Yang Yun smiled and said nothing.

"You're the old monster! My Master just turned twenty!" Shangguan Yi, seeing Can Feng insult Yang Yun so, couldn't help but roar angrily.

Can Feng scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, I don't believe it."

"I don't want to waste any more words with you. Either you surrender and come back with me to accept punishment, and perhaps you can keep your body intact."

"Or... hehe, not only will you be Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering and dismembered, but your Sect and family behind you will also be implicated."

Feng Xiaoling trembled slightly with fear after hearing Can Feng's threat.

Yang Yun still stood calmly in front of them, unmoving.

"Alright, alright, oh dear, I'm in a good mood today, let's kill a few people for fun."

He then pointed at Can Feng and the others, "Come on, all of you together."

"Oh, and a reminder, use your ultimate moves directly later, bring out your strongest attack."

"Otherwise, you won't have a chance," Yang Yun said with a faint smile.

"Too arrogant," Can Feng and the others gritted their teeth.

"So handsome," Feng Xiaoling's beautiful eyes sparkled.

Can Feng roared, releasing his Nascent Soul Peak power without reservation, and the others did the same.

For a time, black winds raged, and trees within several kilometers swayed wildly in the wind, as if they were about to be snapped at any moment.

Feng Xiaoling was breathless from the pressure, standing behind Yang Yun with a pained expression.

Yang Yun heard the muffled groan from behind him, turned around, and gently tapped Feng Xiaoling's forehead.

Feng Xiaoling, who had been in extreme pain just moments before, relaxed her expression. Seeing the scene before her, a slight blush appeared on her face, and she softly opened her small mouth, murmuring, "Thank you, Young Master."

"Mhm," Yang Yun nodded, turned back, and looked at Can Feng and the others who were charging up their power.

"Hurry up, does it take so long to charge a big move?"

"Truly arrogant and conceited."

Can Feng and the others transformed into an incomparably eerie whirlwind, sweeping towards Yang Yun.

"Today I will let you know what it means that there are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond... Ah!"

"Boom..."

Yang Yun gently waved his hand, and a seemingly ordinary Spell was cast. The terrifying black winds all vanished into thin air.

Can Feng and the others all bled from their seven orifices, covering their heads in pain as they fell to the ground.

After a short while, their wailing gradually ceased, and all of them lost their life force.

The far west of the Hongshang Realm.

A white-haired old man with a ferocious face, dressed in a black robe, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Dark Moon幽林.

"Can Feng..."