King of Creation
Chapter 318 - 315: Iron Blood Strategy

Chapter 318: Chapter 315: Iron Blood Strategy

"Spirit Transformation Realm?"

Sensing Ye Zhen’s cultivation, Chu Jun’s single eye excitedly twitched, his expression suddenly becoming excited and bloodthirsty.

This unintentional challenge between the true disciples of the Two Great Sects, after continuing for three days, had lost all attraction for Chu Jun, because as far as he was concerned, he no longer had any opponents.

However, the appearance of Ye Zhen reignited Chu Jun’s excitement.

In his view, Ye Zhen wasn’t an opponent, but definitely one he could toy with.

Previously, due to Ye Zhen’s cultivation, he couldn’t directly challenge Ye Zhen, but now, as Ye Zhen’s cultivation had stepped into the Spirit Transformation Realm, that obstacle no longer existed.

Chu Jun had made up his mind, no matter whether Ye Zhen took the stage today or not, he would challenge Ye Zhen, and even if Ye Zhen were to cower in fear and refuse to fight, he would take great pleasure in... humiliating Ye Zhen!

"Junior Brother Ye, you’ve also broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm?" Mei Yuanju looked at Ye Zhen with surprise filling his eyes, and the other true disciples also stared at Ye Zhen in astonishment, a nineteen-year-old true disciple was exceedingly rare, no matter where one looked.

As Ye Zhen’s cultivation broke through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, the originally haughty true disciples, one after another, put aside their pride to greet Ye Zhen, even Luv Xin, who had had conflicts with Ye Zhen before, squeezed out a smile for Ye Zhen.

Of course, there was one exception.

That was the current number one true disciple, Fan Chuyu, who was looking at Ye Zhen with a face full of gloom, yet even his gloomy gaze couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes.

The rate at which Ye Zhen’s cultivation improved was too fast, unimaginably so.

The next moment, Ye Zhen was surrounded by a crowd of Inner Sect disciples.

Han Shi, Changsun Ran, Ren Xihua, Wu Ge, and others who had interacted with Ye Zhen, each had a face full of surprise.

"Senior Brother Ye, I never expected, you’ve outpaced me to the Spirit Transformation Realm, I always believed, with my talent, within two years I would surely step into the Spirit Transformation Realm, definitely surpassing you, but you’ve done it in just a year..."

Gao Xinglie, who was crowding around, had a bitter expression; when his cultivation was at the peak of the Spirit Summoning Realm, Ye Zhen’s cultivation was only in the late stage of the Spirit Summoning Realm. When Ye Zhen’s cultivation broke through to the peak of the Spirit Summoning Realm, he was still in the peak of the Spirit Summoning Realm, and now, Ye Zhen had broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, while he was still in the peak of the Spirit Summoning Realm.

Gao Xinglie’s words made both Changsun Ran and Ren Xihua’s expressions simultaneously show a hint of bitterness.

There was a time when Changsun Ran and Ren Xihua were synonyms for talent within the Qiyun Sect. Even the Sect Elders had predicted early on that the ninth true disciple of the Qiyun Sect would certainly be either Changsun Ran or Ren Xihua.

But now, this myth had been easily shattered by Ye Zhen.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen felt something, abruptly turning his head towards the sky dome, where a streak of colorful light was rapidly approaching.

"It’s Senior Sister Caiyi."

No one knew who shouted, but the Inner Sect disciples surrounding Ye Zhen scatter away instantly, evidently, the whole Sect knew of the relationship between Ye Zhen and Caiyi.

What, you have an opinion?

Hmm, if you have an opinion, not to mention living on Fairy Peak for half a year, even spending one night on Senior Sister Caiyi’s Fairy Peak, would make you impressive.

Not far away, Fan Chuyu’s face turned even darker.

In any place where both Ye Zhen and Caiyi were present, Fan Chuyu was a clear, brightly shining loser by comparison, hmm, the epitome of a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh.

"You’re back!"

"Hmm!"

Without much excitement, after a few simple greetings, Ye Zhen and Caiyi’s hands naturally found each other. But even a fool could see that, despite Senior Sister Caiyi’s usual calm demeanor towards Ye Zhen, within that calmness, there was a barely concealed joy.

"Heh, three days! Your reclusive Senior Sister Caiyi finally comes out, not playing the coward anymore! If you’re brave, come up here quickly. Whether you lose face early or late..." Ba Guo’an from the Lishui Sect roared opportunely.

"Hmm?"

Ye Zhen’s gaze suddenly fixed on him, that ice-cold stare causing Ba Guo’an’s expression to stiffen, and even the arrogant shouting came to a halt.

"Ah... if you’re going to fight, just fight, you’ve all been delaying for three days..."

Under Ye Zhen’s gaze, Ba Guo’an suddenly felt as if being watched by a terrifying demon beast, his courage vanishing in an instant.

"What’s odd, that I could be intimidated by the gaze of a rookie who’s just stepped into the Spirit Transformation Realm?" Ba Guo’an was somewhat dejected.

"Senior Sister Caiyi, Junior Brother Ye, come over here, let’s discuss a strategy together. Without a plan, we the true disciples of our Sect will have no face to meet anyone within the Sect." Mei Yuanju said.

It should be said, these days the reclusive Caiyi was the final fig leaf for the Qiyun Sect’s true disciples. Now that Caiyi had emerged, it signified that the moment to decide the final outcome had arrived.

Reluctantly, but still, Ye Zhen, hand in hand with Caiyi, approached the gathered group of true disciples. Ye Zhen could see that several true disciples had injuries, especially those whose cultivation was around the first or second stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Like True Disciple Luv Xin, whose left arm hung unnaturally low, either the joint was damaged or the arm was broken, and his face bore a large bruise. Another True Disciple, Lud Shuo, gasped with his chest heaving like a bellows, clearly his lungs had suffered a heavy blow, leaving him utterly unable to fight for a while.

"I’ve thought it over, today’s battle, we can only win, we cannot lose!" Fan Chuyu said solemnly.

Previously, because of the abnormality that was Liao Feibai, there had never been a true leader among the True Disciples of the Qiyun Sect, since no one knew whether Liao Feibai’s cultivation was in the Spirit Transformation Realm or the Soul Sea Realm.

However, in recent years, Liao Feibai had been involved in every major Sect affair, rarely interfering with the matters among True Disciples. It seemed Liao Feibai had already stepped out of the ranks of True Disciples.

Once the giant Liao Feibai was out of the picture, Fan Chuyu became the true leader among the True Disciples of the Qiyun Sect.

But to Ye Zhen, this felt somewhat like "in the absence of a tiger in the mountains, the monkey claims to be king," much like Fan Chuyu’s current arrangements.

"We can only win, cannot lose—that’s a given. But just saying it won’t make it so, Senior Brother Fan, what’s your plan?" True Disciple Luv Xin asked.

"Iron-blood!"

"For the honor of our Sect, for our personal dignity and, of course, for everyone’s belongings!" Fan Chuyu glanced at the twenty thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals piled up like a small hill nearby, "Today, we can only implement the Iron-blood Strategy!"

"What do you mean?" Mei Yuanju frowned.

"Chu Jun is too strong. None of us can defeat him. And Ba Guo’an is too slippery; the moment I take the stage, he will let Chu Jun fight!

However, if Chu Jun’s strength can be weakened to a certain extent, I still have a way to defeat him," Fan Chuyu said.

"Senior Brother Fan, are you saying that the few of us who are able to fight... are to create an opportunity for you?" Mei Yuanju asked.

"That’s right, that’s Iron-blood!"

"When we enter the fight later, those of us who can battle, regardless of who the opponent is, will fight to the death! Better to win, but if not, we fight with the resolve to exchange injury for injury, to create a chance for the next person who takes the stage!

As of now, they have only four people. Including the newly arrived Caiyi and Ye Zhen, we have at least seven who can fight. As long as we implement the Iron-blood Strategy, we are sure to win!"

Having said this, Fan Chuyu’s expression suddenly became gravely serious, "Time is of the essence, so I won’t waste words. I’ll go straight to the order of appearance. We’ve been mocked by them for three days now; this time, we must regain our honor!"

"Ba Guo’an is currently challenging us; since Caiyi has just arrived, she will be the first one to take the stage—I doubt they will switch out."

"Caiyi, when you go up there, it’s better if you can win! If not, fight with all your blood! Exchange injury for injury, and even at the risk of serious injury, ensure Ba Guo’an’s combat power is greatly reduced, to ease the pressure on the next person to take the stage.

We aim to take down Ba Guo’an with two people, then use the rest to fiercely fight Chu Jun. Even if it means vomiting blood from grave injuries, we must cause Chu Jun some trouble, and then..."

"And then you come out, seriously injure all around you, and in the end, you reap both fame and gain," suddenly, Ye Zhen interjected coldly.

"Ye Zhen, what are you talking about?"

Fan Chuyu’s expression turned cold and his lips curled into a sneer, "Since you don’t approve of my Iron-blood Strategy, don’t agree with my plans. Then you make the arrangements, make the plans. If you can come up with a guaranteed winning plan, we’ll listen to you as well."

Fan Chuyu was definitely threatening Ye Zhen at this moment. He had calculated Ye Zhen’s strength and was certain that under these circumstances, there was no other way but the Iron-blood Strategy.

"Junior Brother Ye, let’s just follow Senior Brother Fan’s lead. I’ve thought it over, and his plan is the only viable option," Mei Yuanju said helplessly, although he well knew that Fan Chuyu’s arrangement treated them like cannon fodder.

"That’s right, Ye Zhen! You are free to make any plans you like, and we can follow them, but if we lose in the end, you’ll have to bear the loss of our tens of thousands of Low Grade Spirit Crystals," Fan Chuyu added with a cold smile.

"Why does Ye Zhen have to bear the loss if his plan fails, but you, Senior Brother Fan, do not?" Caiyi suddenly spoke up, having been silent until now.

"Moreover, Senior Brother Fan, a martial artist can waste months or even half a year recovering from severe injuries. You are the strongest in cultivation, so why don’t you go up and fight with all your might? With your cultivation, you could seriously injure Chu Jun, right?"

"And, after so many days, why are all the other brothers injured and marked with battle, while only you, Senior Brother Fan, remain unscathed?"

Caiyi’s questions were sharper and more direct one after another, leaving Fan Chuyu’s face red with anger and embarrassment.

"Caiyi, since you have so many issues, I’m not going to deal with this. Anyway, those Spirit Crystals inside don’t belong to just one person!" Fan Chuyu shamelessly played the rogue.

"Hmph, if you won’t handle it, I will!" Ye Zhen’s cold and stern voice rang out.

"With just you? With your cultivation that has just broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm? Or perhaps, what plan could you possibly have?" Fan Chuyu sneered.

"Plan? To deal with four small fry, what plan is even needed? You and your so-called ’Iron-blood,’ your successive battles, if we use your method and barely defeat the Lishui Sect, it would be a shameful victory!"

"Ye, anyone can talk big! ’A shameful victory,’ indeed! If you’re so capable, show me a victory!"

"Then watch me!"

Amid scornful laughter, Ye Zhen strode towards the Martial Combat Platform. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)