Chapter 464

Chapter 464: Purple Mansion Thunder

Jue Chen’s voice reached Ye Yun’s ears.

"Hey, Brother Jue Chen, didn’t expect we’d meet again," Ye Yun said with a curved smile, his eyes flashing mockery.

Jue Chen glared fiercely. He’d never imagined Ye Yun’s cultivation level could be so overwhelming—he could barely withstand a few moves. But now stood beside him the snow-robed Brother Ying, who could crush Ye Yun effortlessly.

"Reckless fool, daring to enter the core area. If I were you, I’d hide in some hole until Thunder Falls Valley reopens," Jue Chen spat coldly.

Ye Yun grinned. "Days of hiding sound tedious. How about a spar, Brother Jue Chen? Test our skills?"

Jue Chen’s face darkened. "Spare us your pathetic display. Look around—how many here are below the sixth level of the Golden Core stage?"

Ye Yun had already noted the dozen figures nearby. Nearly ten exceeded sixth-level Golden Core cultivation—all veterans who’d survived the Golden Core great tribulation to reach Thunder Falls Valley’s heart.

"Like you, right? With me, that makes two. Maybe more—quite the crowd," Ye Yun shrugged, smiling.

Jue Chen’s cheek twitched. Leaning toward Brother Ying, he whispered, "That’s the thief who stole the space crystal. Let’s kill him and reclaim it."

Before Brother Ying responded, a loud voice cut in: "Since when does Ying Wujun enjoy killing? I thought you only cared for cultivation."

Jue Chen turned to see a figure materializing from empty air.

"Su Xingyun. You came," Brother Ying stated without looking up.

Jue Chen paled. Though unfamiliar with Su Xingyun personally, he knew the name—a sixth-level Golden Core expert who’d endured the heavenly tribulation, Wan Ling Sect’s rising star and likely future sect leader.

"Ying Wujun," Su Xingyun drawled, approaching. "Clear skies here mean strongest Divine Thunder. Got any tricks to withstand Purple Mansion Thunder?"

Ying Wujun frowned slightly. "Purple Mansion Thunder’s the zenith of heavenly punishment. Thunder Avoidance Talismans fail unless you wield thunder-forged treasures, comprehend Thunder Spirit Qi, and grasp Lightning Element Law."

"Obviously," Su Xingyun rolled his eyes. "Can you get through? Take me along."

"Uncertain myself. How could I carry you?" Ying Wujun replied flatly.

Su Xingyun brightened, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Old Ying! After all our life-and-death struggles—nearly dying together! Abandon me now, I’ll perish right here."

"Die faster then," Ying Wujun said tonelessly. "You waste spirit stones breathing."

"Cold words for sworn brothers!" Su Xingyun huffed, hands on hips.

Ying Wujun merely snorted.

Instantly cheerful again, Su Xingyun grinned. "Truth is, I can endure Purple Mansion Thunder briefly. Let’s brave it together—like old times!"

"Should’ve said so sooner," Ying Wujun muttered.

Su Xingyun laughed. "Life-and-death comrades should chat more! Been ages!"

"We met ten days ago."

"A day apart feels like three years! Ten days—that’s decades!" Ying Wujun’s reply was curt: "Scram."

Ye Yun nearly choked suppressing laughter. This Su Xingyun defied all expectations—a late-stage Golden Core expert radiating mischief rather than majesty.

Ying Wujun remained unflappable, exuding quiet confidence even before the Purple Mansion Thunder. Doubtless this was the Brother Ying Zhang Yao had warned about—a heavenly tribulation survivor whose power demanded respect.

In Thunder Falls Valley, where the sky crackled with lightning, spirit perception couldn’t extend far. Even experts like Ying Wujun who’d survived heavenly tribulations could only sense within ten zhang around them.

Yet Ye Yun stood apart. Having grasped the Lightning Element Law and possessing remarkably pure Thunder Spirit Qi within him, he used spatial laws to amplify his perception. Through scattered spatial nodes, his awareness briefly spanned hundreds of zhang – lasting mere ten breaths, but enough to reveal over thirty cultivators near the core area. More than twenty had cultivation levels he couldn’t discern, clearly Golden Core sixth-level experts who’d weathered heavenly tribulations.

Ye Yun marveled. In Jin Kingdom, a Golden Core expert was rare and revered. Yet here in Great Qin Empire, they were common as weeds. Among these thirty-odd arrivals, only he remained at Foundation Establishment stage. Over twenty had reached late Golden Core after surviving tribulations – an unimaginable gathering in his homeland.

Jin Kingdom resembled a remote mountain village where people never left their valley, awed by hunters who could slay tigers. They didn’t know city youths from martial schools casually hunted beasts. Ye Yun too had been narrow-minded until meeting Ancestor of Sword Path revealed greater worlds. Through Heart of Immortals and Demons’ visions, he’d seen youths fleeing golden-armored warriors – their calmness suggesting power beyond Earth Immortal realm.

Now Ye Yun’s vision surpassed all present. Facing thirty Golden Core experts, he felt only mild wonder.

"Ancestor? This clear sky hides Purple Mansion Thunder. How do we pass?" Ye Yun focused on Soul Turning Tower when none dared advance.

Ancestor’s voice echoed through mental intent: "True Purple Mansion Thunder shaped heaven and earth. Only thunder masters could pass. But this isn’t pure form – else Thunder Falls Valley wouldn’t exist. With your thunder grasp and Thunder Spirit Qi, you should breach that spatial passage."

Ye Yun nodded but waited, unwilling to test first.

A familiar voice interrupted: "Ye Yun! You actually made it."

Turning, Ye Yun saw Zhong Huali approaching with black-clad Zeng Xuan.

"Senior Brothers." Ye Yun smiled.

Zhong Huali eyed the spatial passage. "Core treasures inside?"

Ye Yun nodded. "Blocked by Purple Mansion Thunder."

Zhong Huali tensed, knowing the thunder’s might.

Zeng Xuan studied Ye Yun. "Your thunder affinity shocks me. Reaching core area so quickly?"

"You astonish me more," Ye Yun countered. "First-level Golden Core when we met, now fourth-level? Such speed!"

Zeng Xuan smiled at the passage. "This isn’t true Purple Mansion Thunder. Passage is possible."

All eyes snapped to him.

"Explain!" Su Xingyun demanded.

Zeng Xuan addressed hidden observers: "Any thunder experts here? True Purple Mansion Thunder would’ve destroyed this valley."

Silence answered.

Su Xingyun pressed: "You claim it’s fake?"

"Could we stand here if real?" Zeng Xuan stepped forward. "Since you hesitate, I’ll go first."

All watched as he entered the space. Lightning flashed across clear sky – multiple purple bolts struck his head.

Gasps arose. How survive multiple Divine Thunders?

Yet when strikes landed, Zeng Xuan stood firm amidst crackling energy, advancing like thunder-borne deity.

Disbelief swept through crowd. Purple Mansion Thunder… resisted!