Chapter 560

Chapter 560: The Change of Murong

The sword intent fused with four other laws, all astonishingly pure.

Ye Yun suddenly recalled Su Hao and Shui Qingxuan. These laws and sword intent originated from Su Hao’s teachings. Though the Heart of Immortals and Demons had absorbed and refined them before returning their essence, Su Hao had merely been a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in the Jin Kingdom. How could such laws exist within him?

Ye Yun frowned. If Su Hao had cultivated these laws and even grasped sword intent, his talent must have been extraordinary—a man blessed by fortune. Why then had he died at Sage Huo Yun’s hands?

In his youth, Ye Yun hadn’t understood the rarity of laws. Only after advancing in cultivation did he realize each law held immense value. Mastering one could propel one’s growth explosively, making the Nascent Soul stage an inevitable milestone.

Yet Su Hao had possessed five laws. This revelation struck Ye Yun: Su Hao must have been a man of heavenly fortune, destined for greatness.

When receiving Su Hao’s teachings, Ye Yun had sensed something unusual but lacked the insight to question it. Now, the truth chilled him. What secrets had Su Hao and Shui Qingxuan carried?

Most puzzlingly, after their supposed deaths alongside Sage Huo Yun, no traces remained—not even a shred of clothing.

_Had they truly perished?_

The thought jolted Ye Yun.

“Ye Yun?” Murong Wuqing’s voice cut through his reverie.

Ye Yun shook himself, steadying his breathing. “Brother, what do you think of the Saint’s Secret Vault?”

Murong Wuqing’s eyes sharpened. “It belongs to my Heavenly Sword Sect ancestors. The transcendence experience within could simplify reaching the Earth Immortal realm.”

Nodding, Ye Yun said, “Powerhouses will slaughter each other for it. Yet I believe cultivation requires forging one’s own path. Borrowed wisdom might mislead.”

Murong Wuqing chuckled. “Surprising words. I agree—yet curiosity compels me to see this experience.”

“But seasoned experts know this,” Ye Yun countered. “Why still crave it?”

“Stagnation breeds desperation,” Murong Wuqing shrugged. “Those stuck at the Nascent Soul pinnacle for decades would clutch at any straw.”

Ye Yun grimaced. The observation rang true. Distance granted clarity—they might think differently when facing their own cultivation walls.

“You arrived earlier than expected,” Murong Wuqing changed subjects. When they’d last met, Ye Yun hadn’t even reached Foundation Establishment. Now he stood at the Golden Core stage.

“After Master and Mistress died with Sage Huo Yun, Ling’er’s soul fractured,” Ye Yun explained heavily. “Her Demon Race Bloodline awakened, nearly consuming her. Without treatment within two years…”

Murong Wuqing’s brow furrowed. Soul injuries rarely healed without divine intervention.

“The Jin royal records mentioned soul-healing medicine in the Saint’s Secret Vault,” Ye Yun continued. “That’s why I came.”

“You learned of the Vault there?” Murong Wuqing leaned forward.

Ye Yun nodded, hiding his true source—the Ancestor of the Sword Path. Some secrets, like the Heart of Immortals and Demons, stayed buried.

“The Vault opens in a month,” Murong Wuqing said. “We’ll claim our sect’s heritage. Take what you need for Ling’er—I seek only knowledge.”

“Afterward, I’ll head to Zhongzhou’s Lingxiao City,” Ye Yun mused.

“I’ll pursue connections to the Moon Goddess Palace,” Murong Wuqing replied. Each man guarded his mysteries—this went unspoken.

Dawn found them still talking. Outside, the Divine Feather Vulture King sheltered a sleeping Tongtong beneath its wings—former rivals now odd companions.

“Remember,” Murong Wuqing warned as he left, “follow Tian Yunzi’s lead at the Misty Sect. Even they won’t provoke him.”

Ye Yun watched the restrictions reseal behind his friend.

_Brother Wuqing,_ he thought, _you’ve grown… complicated._

The sunrise painted the clouds gold, but shadows lingered in Ye Yun’s mind.