Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 256: Elder Lei and the Heavenly Master Sword

Lei Jun stood within the Daoist arena before the True-One Altar, paying reverence to the increasingly radiant purple light above the three-tiered altar.

With a rumble of thunder, the purple light transformed into intertwining electric serpents, slithering in all directions.

Inside the True-One Altar Grotto-Heaven, rather than being affected, countless talismanic runes flickered in response, resonating harmoniously with the light.

Amidst the purple radiance atop the altar, a gradually emerging sword-shaped artifact took form—the Tianshi Sword, one of the Three Treasures of the Tianshi.

At this moment, the artifact’s form shifted continuously between a divine sword and a purple thunder dragon, alternating between illusory and solid states.

As the thunder dragon fully extended its head from the purple light above the True-One Altar, its form transitioned from illusion to reality, finally stabilizing once more in the shape of a sword.

"Requesting the Ancestral Sword."

A stick of incense appeared in Lei Jun’s hands, its tip igniting as wisps of blue-green smoke drifted through the True-One Altar Grotto-Heaven.

After offering incense and prayers, Lei Jun raised both hands, and the Tianshi Sword gracefully descended from the altar’s summit, landing horizontally across his palms as if possessing its own consciousness.

Lei Jun had performed this ritual before in Jiangzhou and was now quite accustomed to the process.

However, this time, he did not immediately deliver the Tianshi Sword to Xu Yuanzhen or Tang Xiaotang.

Today’s battle was unlike the one in Jiangzhou.

Ye Moquan and the Ye Clan of Jinzhou were far stronger opponents than Lin Che and the Lin Clan of Jiangzhou.

Logically, this made the Tianshi Sword even more crucial in the battle.

But the enemy would have anticipated this.

A single misstep could result in the sword being turned against them.

Thus, neither Xu Yuanzhen nor Tang Xiaotang had requested Lei Jun to deliver the sword yet.

That moment, however, was approaching.

His Eldest Senior Sister was about to unleash her own weapon.

If everything proceeded smoothly, Lei Jun would soon have the opportunity to send the Tianshi Sword into battle.

Before that, he used this time to handle his own omen.

Although the Tianshi Sword was in his possession, Lei Jun did not attempt to refine it, as this treasure belonged to Tang Xiaotang.

Instead, he used the Three-Tiered True-One Altar and its Thunder Law Talismanic Canon to communicate with the sword, drawing upon his Clear-Tranquility Level comprehension.

The countless talismanic runes engraved upon the Tianshi Sword’s surface flickered in response.

Lei Jun’s spirit trembled.

He faintly sensed the profound Daoist intent hidden within the Tianshi Sword.

Unlike the Tianshi Seal, which embodied Heaven and Earth, vast and solemn, the Tianshi Sword radiated a ferocity rarely seen among the treasures of Mount Longhu.

It was like Heaven’s Wrath, descending as thunderous judgment to sweep away all evil.

The sword’s aura differed from the traditional philosophy of the Talismanic Branch, which emphasized yin-yang balance and quiet non-action. Instead, its sword intent carried an unyielding heroism, bold enough to challenge the heavens.

In recent battles, the Tianshi Sword had only grown sharper:

• It first aided former Tianshi Li Qingfeng in injuring the Dragon Serpent Brush and, in a desperate final strike, dragged Lin Qun, the former Patriarch of the Lin Clan of Jiangzhou, to mutual destruction.
• Later, at Mount Longhu, it followed Tang Xiaotang, sweeping through the Li Clan, shattering their ranks, and even suppressing the Tianshi Robe, one of the other Three Treasures of the Tianshi.
• Last winter, it joined Tang Xiaotang once more, obliterating the Lin Clan of Jiangzhou, severely injuring their current patriarch Lin Che, and severing the Dragon Serpent Brush, their clan’s millennium-old weapon.

These successive victories had only intensified the Tianshi Sword’s aggressive nature, making it Mount Longhu’s strongest offensive treasure—its edge now rivaling even martial god-weapons.

Lei Jun set off on his journey, simultaneously nurturing the sword along the way.

Of the four omen locations mentioned in his divination—Tianle Mountain, Broken Dragon Ravine, Well Cliff, and Five Fort Peaks—all were situated around the Ye Clan’s ancestral land in Jinzhou.

After alerting Tang Xiaotang to be mindful of these areas while assisting Xu Yuanzhen, Lei Jun chose Tianle Mountain to the northeast of the Ye Clan’s ancestral grounds as his destination.

Above the Ye Clan’s Ancestral Land in Jinzhou

Ye Moquan had failed in both his military ritual and his divine suppression technique. Unable to directly suppress Xu Yuanzhen, he was now forced to rely on the ancestral land’s formations to contend with her.

The battlefield was filled with vast and righteous sword-stars, clashing against the Ye Clan’s protective spiritual array, slicing through the dark void.

"No Tianshi Sword?" Ye Moquan’s expression remained unreadable. "Or perhaps... the Tianshi Seal?"

Across the dark expanse, Xu Yuanzhen’s voice seemed to echo from every direction:

"And you? Still unwilling to bring out the Chess Star Seal?"

Ye Moquan: "No need for it yet."

Xu Yuanzhen: "I think you do."

Before her words had fully landed, a new presence emerged within her Great Ascension Dao Domain—appearing alongside her Star Spirit Avatar and Yin-Fire Tiger.

A shadow materialized, streaking out of the dark cosmic depths, entering the mortal world.

With a single stroke, it severed countless righteous sword-stars.

Ye Moquan’s eyes widened.

From afar, Tang Xiaotang’s gaze flared with excitement.

She had long anticipated Xu Yuanzhen’s trump card, yet her Senior Sister had always kept it a secret—until now.

Lei Jun had contacted her at just the right moment, prompting her to shout in exhilaration:

"Senior Sister just brought out her weapon!"

The spectators, too, were instantly captivated.

Even Shushan’s Supreme Elder, Wei Qiyue, who had been observing from afar, finally turned her full attention to the battlefield.

Under the watchful gaze of top-tier cultivators, the shadow finally revealed its true form.

Surprisingly, it was a halberd—a weapon more commonly wielded by martial cultivators.

Its entire body oscillated between black and white, shifting between light and darkness, its details difficult to discern.

Yet, the sheer spiritual power and Daoist energy it contained stunned both Ye Moquan and the spectators.

A brand-new Daoist treasure—one that had never before appeared.

Completely one with Xu Yuanzhen, clearly forged personally by her.

Despite its unassuming appearance, the halberd’s every motion was unstoppable.

Though a weapon of slaughter, it exuded no trace of bloodlust or worldly contamination.

Yet, anyone who laid eyes upon it instinctively sensed its incomparable lethality.

"This treasure is called the Liheng Halberd. Let’s test it on you." Xu Yuanzhen remarked casually.

The halberd descended.

Even with the ancestral land’s formations, Ye Moquan could feel its piercing menace.

After his initial shock, however, the old man’s expression steadied as he nodded in admiration:

"Yuanheng Lizhen—this, too, is what we scholars strive for."

Though unexpected, he had prepared a countermeasure—Danxin Fragment.

This artifact had been refined in secret by the Southern Lin Clan, using Huyang Prince Zhang Rui’s literary intent and rare spiritual materials.

Its effect? Annihilating both martial and scholarly Qi in a self-destructive burst.

Though he had not anticipated Xu Yuanzhen’s new weapon, he was ready to deploy Danxin Fragment.

However—

When Liheng Halberd struck, Danxin Fragment shattered instead.

Ye Moquan’s chest split open, blood gushing forth.

The moment had arrived.

Xu Yuanzhen’s Great Ascension Dao Domain fully unfolded, dragging Ye Moquan inside.

The surging spiritual energy that defied the reversal continued its relentless assault on Xu Yuanzhen’s Grand Ascension Dao Domain.

Her cosmic void resisted the external attacks, making it temporarily unable to exert pressure on Ye Moquan inside.

Although she couldn't completely take over the battlefield, the Ye Clan's old patriarch had already lost his territorial advantage.

Without it—and with injuries on his body—he now faced Xu Yuanzhen, who wielded the Liheng Halberd...

“This time, we’ll force out his trump card,” Chu Yu looked up toward the sky.

Suddenly, the real-world sky darkened.

Starlight poured down from the heavens, shining directly upon Xu Yuanzhen’s Grand Ascension Dao Domain.

The black cosmic void, once unfathomably profound, faded beneath the flood of starlight. It became tangible again, its structure twisting and shaking.

At that moment, the blackness seemed to thin.

The martial aura that had surged up from the Ye Clan Ancestral Land instantly targeted these weak points, launching a fierce counterattack.

Trapped within, Ye Moquan abandoned his protective treasure, enduring Xu Yuanzhen’s relentless attacks as he seized the opportunity to coordinate with the outside forces, finally opening a passage through what had seemed like an isolated dark universe—an escape route.

But in that fleeting instant, Xu Yuanzhen had already caught up.

Ye Moquan found himself stuck at the outer edge of Xu Yuanzhen’s Grand Ascension Dao Domain, caught in a position where he could neither advance nor retreat.

He desperately channeled spiritual energy from the ancestral land, forcing it through the breach in her domain.

Yet, Xu Yuanzhen’s Dao Domain did not collapse or shrink due to the breach—it remained stable in midair.

Instead, the profound darkness within it took on a frozen quality, "corroding" everything around it.

Ye Moquan had already been wounded by Xu Yuanzhen’s Shattered Core Intent.

Fortunately, the starlight from above helped him stabilize his injuries—just enough to maintain control over the Ye Clan Ancestral Land, continuing to battle against the darkness in the sky.

But with Xu Yuanzhen closing in, wielding her Liheng Halberd, the old patriarch—though managing to endure—began to show signs of decline.

“That’s Ye Moquan’s Worryless Calamity, employing the Remote Heavenly Light Sign,” Prince Changshan Zhang Junhai exhaled deeply. “So his final trump card is finally out.”

The Worryless Calamity had not originally been meant for Xu Yuanzhen.

It was a precaution against opportunists looking to take advantage of the chaos.

After all, it wasn’t just the Tang Imperial Court or known adversaries—

Even among the great aristocratic families, how many could Ye Moquan truly trust without question?

Unfortunately, at this moment, he had no time to worry about anything else—he had to focus on the battle before him.

“Besides the Worryless Calamity, he might have other contingencies—” Chu Yu’s words suddenly cut off as her expression shifted.

She and Zhang Junhai immediately withdrew to a safer distance, then unfolded a scroll, using the "Letters as Face" communication technique.

After reading the transmitted message, both of them turned serious.

The Great Northern Demons had crossed the Grand River en masse!

And they had done so silently, without triggering any early warnings.

There was no doubt—someone had helped them from the shadows!

Prince Changshan Zhang Junhai swiftly turned his gaze—

First to the battle between Ye Moquan and Xu Yuanzhen above.

Then to Ye Zhuo, Chu Peng, and the others standing in the distance.

The demon horde was not heading toward the Three Jin Provinces—

Instead, their target was Guanlong.

Under normal circumstances, Guanlong was heavily fortified—it housed the Tang Dynasty’s former capital, the Daoist Holy Land of Pure Yang Palace, and was guarded by Huang Lao Zhenren, a Grand Ascension High Daoist of the Ninth Heaven.

A nearly impenetrable fortress.

But Chu Yu and Zhang Junhai knew the truth—

Huang Lao Zhenren’s current condition was... unstable.

Meanwhile, two elder grandmasters of Pure Yang Palace, Guan Jing and Lü Jinduan, had also just received the same intelligence.

Their expressions darkened.

As the battle in Jinzhou reached its climax, the entire world was beginning to stir.

Beyond the Ye Clan Ancestral Land, deep within the remote mountains...

A middle-aged man stood calmly, watching the distant sky.

There, the starlight had pierced through the dark clouds, descending upon the battlefield.

“The Worryless Calamity has been unleashed.” The middle-aged man nodded slightly. “The Worldly Calamity should have been meant for the Tang Emperor… so does Ye Moquan still have another move prepared?”

With Ye Moquan and Xu Yuanzhen both gradually exhausting their trump cards—

The man finally stepped forward, closing in on Jinzhou.

Blood River Sect’s Master—Wei Anchang.

Greedy, but patient.

Even if this battle ended up like Jiangzhou, it wouldn’t matter.

The Ye Clan of Jinzhou had lost clan heirs to his hands before, but Wei Anchang’s target this time might not be Ye Moquan.

After all, the one who had tipped him off—

Was a member of the great noble clans of the Tang Dynasty.

Whoever gave him an opening… became his prey.

“The demon clans are moving as well.” Wei Anchang gazed into the distance.

Last winter, the Great Northern Demons had already been poised to invade the south.

With the Lin Clan of Youzhou’s Ancestral Land destroyed, they had lost their greatest defense, making them a prime target for the demons.

Even though Vast Void Temple had ties with the demons, it was merely a mutual exchange of interests—not actual control over them.

Only because Ye Moquan and Ye Yan had stayed in the north for an extended period had the Lin Clan of Youzhou managed to avoid being completely annihilated.

At the same time, this had bought time—

Time for Sea King Ju and the Eastern Sea Demons to fully recover.

So how many demon lords, each equivalent to a Ninth Heaven human cultivator, would arrive this time?

At the foot of Tianle Mountain…

Lei Jun did not immediately approach.

Instead, he observed first.

At a glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But his brow twitched slightly as he took out the Xuanxu Mirror.

The brighter side of the mirror flashed, and though it was only for an instant—

The scene reflected upon its surface had already changed dramatically.

Above Tianle Mountain, streaks of spiritual light shot straight into the sky, vanishing into the unknown.

Lei Jun’s eyes sharpened, and a faint glow emerged from his forehead, revealing a talismanic pattern.

Instantly, his vision transformed—

The mountain now appeared as an iron fortress, its surface pitch-black with traces of red light flickering faintly.

He recognized this.

It was Iron Barrier Gate, an ancestral secret formation of the Ye Clan of Jinzhou.

A formidable defensive and surveillance mechanism.

Even if one merely approached without touching it—

They might still trigger the formation and be detected.

More importantly—

It was shielding the source of the Worryless Calamity.

Lei Jun narrowed his eyes.

Time to break through.

Just as she was about to make a move, the Tianshi Sword had already flown out.

It struck Iron Heavy Pass directly—piercing straight through!

The grand Iron Heavy Pass, meticulously constructed from the vast righteous aura of the Ye Clan’s Grand Scholar, instantly began to collapse, vanishing into nothingness.

Yet the Tianshi Sword did not stop. After piercing Iron Heavy Pass, it continued onward, striking the heavily guarded ritual formation behind it.

In an instant, torrents of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder erupted over Tianle Mountain. A vast storm of lightning and electric serpents crackled across the sky in a chaotic explosion.

At that moment, Lei Jun no longer concealed himself and leaped up the mountain.

The ritual formation at the summit was in disarray.

A sword flickering with purple lightning was now embedded into an enormous illusory chessboard.

A middle-aged woman in palace robes stood there, her face pale as she swayed unsteadily, as if drunk.

Lei Jun took a glance—and was startled to realize he actually recognized her.

A familiar stranger.

She was Ye Han, the second daughter of Ye Moquan, the former patriarch of the Jinzhou Ye Clan.

Four years ago, Ye Han and her daughter, Ye Lingxi, had traveled to the Southern Wastelands, colluding with elite warriors from Golden Castle Stronghold to set a deadly trap for Yuan Mobai and Lei Jun.

However, Lei Daozhang had foreseen their scheme and redirected them elsewhere—straight into the hands of Wei Anchang, the Sect Master of the Blood River Sect, a Ninth Heaven powerhouse.

That time, Ye Lingxi perished instantly.

Ye Han herself suffered severe injuries, spending years recuperating. Now, she had finally begun to recover.

This time, as Xu Yuanzhen led the "barbarians" to challenge Ye Moquan, the entire Jinzhou Ye Clan was on high alert. Even Ye Han, who had been in seclusion, was called upon.

But who would have thought—fate would bring her face to face once again with Lei Jun, in this seemingly insignificant Tianle Mountain?

Even more unexpected—the Tianshi Sword was not in Xu Yuanzhen's hands.

Not in Tang Xiaotang’s hands either.

But in the hands of Lei Jun, who had only recently broken through to the Seventh Heaven!

Just how much did Mount Longhu value him—to entrust him with such a task?!

Ye Han’s vision blurred. Black spots flickered before her eyes.

The Wuyou Tribulation ritual had been set up by her father, Ye Moquan, but once activated, she had to personally maintain it to continuously produce Sky-Piercing Divine Light.

However, when the ritual was destroyed, the spiritual backlash had little effect on the distant Ye Moquan, but for Ye Han, who was its anchor, the impact was akin to her soul being torn apart.

Far away, at the Jinzhou Ye Clan’s ancestral land, Ye Moquan—already injured and lacking the Ye Clan’s ancestral treasure, the Yixing Seal—was struggling against Xu Yuanzhen.

Only with the ancestral land’s protective formations and the guiding light from the heavens was he managing to hold his ground.

But now, from the sky above, that guiding light—like falling starlight—suddenly flickered.

Then—it diminished!

For the first time, Ye Moquan felt a true sense of terror.

The Four Seasons Military Rites—shattered.

The Danxin Fragment—shattered.

And now, even the Wuyou Tribulation—shattered?!

Xu Yuanzhen wasted no time.

The Liheng Halberd spun in the air, slicing through the remnants of the flickering guiding light—and then, without pause, continued its arc straight toward Ye Moquan!

With a casual strike, she had crippled Ye Han from afar.

Already suffering from the Tianshi Sword’s earlier attack, Ye Han barely had time to recover before her soul was shaken once more.

The Sky-Piercing Divine Light, formed from the Wuyou Tribulation ritual, completely collapsed.

The illusory chessboard, which had barely held together after being struck by the Tianshi Sword, now disintegrated into nothingness.

The immense gathering of spiritual energy, which had been converging from all directions, scattered instantly.

Above, in the vast sky, something faintly shimmered—then descended toward Tianle Mountain.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, Ye Han, clad in her flowing palace robes, swayed on her feet—then unceremoniously collapsed onto the ground.

The moment her body hit the ground, someone rushed toward her.

Lei Jun.

He wasted no time, charging up the mountain with a single objective—to find the “storm” mentioned in his Upper-Moderate Omen.

And that storm—was Ye Han.

Under the glow of his Starlight Talismans, Lei Jun’s figure transformed into a colossal being of pure starlight, and he slammed his palm down toward her.

Ye Han, still struggling to calm and restore her soul, could not dodge in time.

Fortunately—her robe shimmered with brilliance.

On her wide sleeves, a celestial star map appeared, flashing with light.

At the critical moment, it blocked Lei Jun’s attack.

Star clashed against star—a violent collision of celestial energies, each rising and falling in turn.

“Flying Star Brocade Sleeves.”

Lei Jun recognized it at a glance.

With a gesture, the Tianshi Sword flew back into his hand.

Then, without hesitation, Lei Jun swung the sword at Ye Han once more.

Though heavily wounded and weakened, Ye Han had bought herself a brief moment with Flying Star Brocade Sleeves and quickly dodged.

Yet Lei Jun, wielding the Tianshi Sword, unleashed a barrage of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, engulfing not only Ye Han but also the remaining Ye Clan disciples aiding her.

Ye Han had no time to grieve.

With the Wuyou Tribulation destroyed, staying here was pointless.

Even though seeing Lei Jun reminded her of her daughter’s death, she had no intention of continuing this battle.

She turned to flee.

Lei Jun pursued with the Tianshi Sword in hand.

The sky, influenced by the divine thunder, grew dark—black clouds roiled, and lightning bolts rained down, all aimed at Ye Han.

She unsheathed her sword, but also summoned a floating chessboard.

Black and white pieces shifted across the board, blocking the thunder from above and Lei Jun’s attacks from behind.

"Baota Spectrum."

It was Ye Han’s personal artifact.

Four years ago, in the Southern Wastelands, it had been destroyed by Wei Anchang.

This was her newly forged version.

At first glance, it appeared to be a simple game board, with two sides placing their pieces.

But as the game progressed, the literary aura condensed, and soon, a phantom pagoda manifested, enveloping Ye Han.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, summoned by the Tianshi Sword, struck down—first blocked by the Baota Spectrum, then further deflected by the Flying Star Brocade Sleeves.

Under Ye Han’s control, her two treasures alternated in perfect sync, forming an unbreakable cycle of defense.

She was using the Jinzhou Ye Clan’s most renowned grand ability—Longevity Tribulation.

Endless and eternal.

If all she wanted was to endure, few could break through.

Even though Ye Han's cultivation was higher, she had already suffered severe internal injuries.

Meanwhile, Lei Jun was at full strength, and with the Tianshi Sword in hand, he held the advantage over both her treasures.

Under such circumstances, Ye Han had no choice but to remain on the defensive.

But she was no fool.

As she continued to stall with Longevity Tribulation, she was also watching for an opening.

If she could find a chance to flee, she would take it.

If not…

Her gaze darkened.

She was preparing a deadly counterstrike.

Then—

A sacred glow burst forth.

Above Lei Jun’s head, a three-tiered altar materialized, shimmering in purple, gold, and blue.

At its highest tier, a white jade seal sat solemnly—profound, mysterious, and boundless in power.

The Tianshi Seal.

The moment the Tianshi Seal appeared, it descended from the sky—expanding from small to massive, from illusion to reality.

It fell directly onto Ye Han’s Baota Spectrum, suppressing it beneath its weight.

Ye Han’s pupils shrank as she recognized the white jade seal. A mouthful of blood nearly spurted from her lips.

“Tianshi Seal?!”

She and her father, Ye Moquan, had discussed the Tianshi Seal before. Its reappearance was not entirely unexpected.

But—how was it all in Lei Jun’s hands?!

The Tianshi Seal pinned down Baota Spectrum, while the purple, gold, and blue light from the three-tiered altar descended—forming an illusory divine altar, trapping both Lei Jun and Ye Han within its boundaries.

Lei Jun swung the Tianshi Sword once more.

The sound of dragon roars and rolling thunder intertwined.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder condensed into a single purple streak, cutting straight toward Ye Han!

The starry glow on her Flying Star Brocade Sleeves flickered violently—before being split apart.

The light vanished instantly.

But at that very moment—Ye Han moved.

She did not retreat.

She lunged forward instead.

All her righteous sword aura concentrated into a single strike, launching a ferocious counterattack at Lei Jun!

Her timing and precision were flawless—striking at the exact moment when Lei Jun’s previous attack had exhausted his momentum, and before his next attack could fully take shape.

Meanwhile, Ye Han, despite her injuries, had been quietly accumulating her strength.

This was her apex strike—

Ding Tianyuan! (Fixing the Celestial Origin)

A decisive strike.

A strike meant to turn the tides.

A strike that sought out the weakest point of the enemy.

And she landed the blow.

But—what was this?!

Ye Han’s eyes widened in shock.

Lei Jun’s body shimmered—surrounded by swirling nine-colored light.

His Ninefold Voidlight Protection activated, the brilliant glow surging outward.

The energy rippled, deflecting the attack.

He was struck, but not wounded.

His body trembled slightly, but his protective layers held firm.

Her Ding Tianyuan—an all-or-nothing attack—had completely failed.

In return, Lei Jun delivered his own counterstrike.

With Flying Star Brocade Sleeves already destroyed, Ye Han had no more defenses.

The Tianshi Sword pierced through her body.

Another grievous wound.

Ye Han, already severely injured, collapsed once more, yet her eyes remained locked onto Lei Jun.

"Tianshi Robe as well…? No—that’s not it…!"

It wasn’t the actual Tianshi Robe.

But it had somehow borrowed its power.

After the Tianshi Robe was lost, Tianshi Mansion had been desperately searching for it.

They never found the original, but it seemed they had discovered something useful in the process…

Wait.

Ye Han’s eyes widened further in realization.

She glared at Lei Jun.

"Did you have this before the Great Southern Mountain expedition? Or after?!"

That battle four years ago—where her daughter, Ye Lingxi, died.

She herself had barely survived.

Wei Anchang was, of course, the direct enemy responsible.

But when it came to Lei Jun, Ye Han’s hatred stemmed from misplaced anger and resentment.

She had always believed that their encounter at Great Southern Mountain had been a mere coincidence.

That Lei Jun was simply lucky—finding clues about the Tianshi Robe without running into Wei Anchang, while she and her daughter were unlucky, walking into the Blood River Sect leader’s trap instead.

But if Lei Jun already had leads on the Tianshi Robe beforehand…

That meant everything might have been orchestrated from the start.

That meant Lei Jun might have already known she was setting a trap for him at Lonely City Ridge, the main peak of the western section of Great Southern Mountain.

That meant he might have deliberately led them to Chaoyang Peak, the main peak of the eastern section.

That meant he might have already known that Wei Anchang was waiting at Chaoyang Peak!

"…You scheming bastard of a Daoist!"

Ye Han suddenly understood too much—but was left with even more questions.

And at the thought of her young daughter, Ye Lingxi, who had perished in that fateful battle, all that remained in her heart was burning rage.

Lei Jun, however, remained indifferent.

He calmly raised his hand.

Then, with a downward motion—

The Tianshi Seal dropped, striking Ye Han squarely on the forehead.

A loud crack echoed across the battlefield.

Ye Han, the Eighth Heaven Grand Scholar, had her skull shattered in a single blow.

"You people always love scheming against others," Lei Jun said coolly.

"But you can’t seem to figure things out yourselves."