Chapter 483

Chapter 483: The Power of Immortal Artifacts

The sixth level of the Golden Core stage, having endured the heavenly tribulation, and cultivated Thunder Spirit Qi!

Yun Tianxing’s cultivation level was common knowledge. Though Ying Wujun and Su Xingyun had dared confront him with mental preparation, neither anticipated Yun Tianxing would become this formidable within Thunder Falls Valley. His Lightning Techniques here were like adding wings to a tiger, their power multiplying. The Heavenly Thunder Electric Net he’d unleashed earlier exemplified this—outside the valley, it would never have reached such destructive force. But within Thunder Falls Valley, its might increased severalfold.

This was Yun Tianxing’s true advantage. With his cultivation level in this environment, he stood practically invincible.

Ying Wujun and Su Xingyun’s faces darkened. Both clever men quickly grasped the truth—how could they possibly defeat such a Yun Tianxing?

Though resentful, they chose not to press further. Two pieces of Thunder Wood, while precious, weren’t worth risking their lives. Had it been the seed of the mysteries of thunder—the valley’s most precious treasure—they might have fought to the death.

"Done squabbling?" Jun Ruolan remarked gently, observing them.

Ying Wujun glowered. "Your strength surpasses ours. Take the Thunder Wood."

Jun Ruolan smiled at Yun Tianxing, who returned the smile without speaking.

"Brother Yun," she said, "since we’ve prevailed, let’s each claim one Thunder Wood."

Yun Tianxing shrugged. "Zeng Xuan and Shen Mo might object to you taking Ye Yun."

The two men stood guard before Ye Yun, icy gazes fixed on Jun Ruolan.

"I bear Ye Yun no enmity," Jun Ruolan stated. "I’ll only take two Thunder Woods, not his life."

Zeng Xuan’s voice chilled. "Wait until the Thunder Wood’s binding weakens. Let Ye Yun decide."

Jun Ruolan arched an eyebrow. "He’d never surrender them willingly. Step aside."

"Then we fight." Zeng Xuan’s hand tightened on his weapon. "I’ll test this medium-grade spiritual weapon’s power."

"And me!" Shen Mo spoke through gritted teeth, resolve hardening his features.

"You can’t win." Jun Ruolan frowned. "I’ve no quarrel with Divine Grace Palace. Withdraw."

"Yet you harass Tian Yunzi’s disciple?" Zeng Xuan countered.

"Divine Grace Palace isn’t untouchable." Her voice turned frosty. "Tian Yunzi’s no unrivaled expert—he’s insignificant in the Great Qin Empire."

Red light erupted from Jun Ruolan’s hand as her mid-grade Immortal artifact—a crimson silk scarf—unfurled, bathing ten zhang in radiant glow. "Die then. Two less Divine Grace disciples matter little."

Zeng Xuan grinned fiercely. "Show me this Immortal artifact’s might!"

"I’m not from Divine Grace Palace," Shen Mo suddenly declared.

Jun Ruolan sneered. "Then die nameless."

Shen Mo straightened. Golden light rippled across his skin as a dragon’s roar echoed. A spectral dragon materialized above him. "You dare kill imperial family?"

Jun Ruolan froze. "Royal Dragon Aura? But the imperial surname’s Qin! You’re…"

The golden dragon coiled menacingly as Shen Mo’s eyes glinted. Royal Dragon Aura—heaven’s mark upon emperors, found only in the ruler or their heir.

Clearly, Shen Mo was neither the current emperor of the Great Qin Empire nor the crown prince. How could he possess the Royal Dragon Aura?

"Junior Sister Jun, the three of us share the same sect origins. Why must you push so harshly, ignoring our brotherhood? The current emperor is my father. You’ve witnessed my Royal Dragon Aura—do you truly oppose me?" Shen Mo spoke slowly.

Jun Ruolan’s delicate brows furrowed as her expression shifted. After a pause, she lifted her gaze and stated gently, "The Great Qin Empire isn’t so remarkable. Though you carry a wisp of Royal Dragon Aura, it lacks stability. Even favored by heaven with this aura, what does it matter? As an imperial prince, I’ll spare your life. Step aside."

Shen Mo froze. Even after revealing his status, Jun Ruolan remained unrelenting, even dismissing the empire’s might. Where did this woman originate? Not even the Misty Sect’s Sect Leader would dare utter such words.

Above Shen Mo’s head, the Royal Dragon Aura thickened until it solidified into a dragon-shaped artifact resting in his palm.

"Dragon aura materialized! You’ve surprised me. The coming power struggle in Great Qin should prove entertaining." Jun Ruolan’s eyes glinted as the red silk scarf in her hand dimmed suddenly, lashing toward Shen Mo.

Shen Mo growled. The dragon-shaped artifact trembled, releasing a Dragon Chant. Surging power erupted from the artifact, slashing at the scarf.

Instead of clashing forces, the red silk scarf merely quivered within the wild strength, dissolving the attack effortlessly before coiling around the artifact like supple thread.

As the scarf tightened, crimson light flared violently before snapping apart. The scarlet radiance retracted instantly, reforming the scarf in Jun Ruolan’s hand.

The dragon-shaped artifact shattered into fragments hovering midair.

Shen Mo paled, blood spraying from his lips onto the broken artifact. The remnants faded into a faint golden dragon, its glow dimming further.

"Zeng Xuan?" Jun Ruolan’s gentle voice carried iron resolve.

Though Jun Ruolan seemed to counter the dragon-shaped artifact easily, all present recognized its fearsome power—even with their cultivation levels, resisting it would challenge them. Yet she shattered it effortlessly, shocking everyone.

Zeng Xuan’s expression darkened. He’d underestimated Jun Ruolan. Though his Thunder Spirit Qi mastery thrived in Thunder Falls Valley, he still lagged behind Yun Tianxing. Jun Ruolan’s displayed cultivation might rival Yun Tianxing’s—Zeng Xuan doubted he could withstand her.

"I’ll still try."

Despite reassessing her power, Zeng Xuan never backed from challenges. Even facing defeat, he’d attempt it.

"Earlier you stood resolute, brimming with confidence. Now you merely ‘try’—your resolve wavers. You cannot best me. Withdraw." Jun Ruolan’s tone remained calm.

Zeng Xuan’s fists clenched then splayed wide—thunder boomed explosively.

"Thunderstorm Technique!"

He roared, fists striking like lightning bolts. Within ten zhang, thunderclaps erupted as storms converged into a devastating lightning barrage aimed at Jun Ruolan.

His shaken confidence drove him to attack first. The Thunderstorm Technique channeled Thunder Spirit Qi into overwhelming strikes. Here in Thunder Falls Valley, he drew ambient thunder energy, unleashing his strongest assault yet.

A colossal lightning sphere hurtled toward Jun Ruolan, engulfing her in ceaseless thunder and crackling light.

Yet amidst the chaos, vivid red emerged—a gentle twist silenced the tempest, leaving lightning circling harmlessly around her.

Jun Ruolan stood unmoved, the red silk scarf draping above like a protective canopy.

"Your Thunderstorm Technique lacks true potency—it falls short." Her cool voice sharpened: "Break!"

A red light streaked from the storm, piercing Zeng Xuan’s chest.

He staggered backward, blood gushing from his mouth and a gaping chest wound. The lightning vanished instantly.

With casual ease, Jun Ruolan grievously wounded both men, barely seeming to exert herself.

"Brother Yun, one piece each?" Jun Ruolan turned to Yun Tianxing.

Surprisingly unshaken, Yun Tianxing glanced at Ye Yun still suspended midair before smiling.

"Ye Yun claims I owe him a debt. Thus, I’ll yield my Thunder Wood to him. Your thoughts, Miss Jun?"

Jun Ruolan blinked. Thunder Wood’s immense value for a Thunder Spirit Qi cultivator like Yun Tianxing was undeniable—why relinquish it?

"If that’s your choice, I’ve no objection."

"Jun Ruolan—is this truly wise?"

A familiar voice echoed as Ye Yun—formerly immobilized—opened his eyes and descended gracefully before her.