Ye Jing Acts, Innate Sword Qi

The Demonic Cult Leader is actually still alive! This is a legendary figure who, a thousand years ago, was in no way inferior to the first Emperor Li!

Rumors say he was already a God of Heaven and Earth a millennium ago.

Yue Ji's words hit like a nuclear bomb, violently shaking Yao Qingyang's mind.

But what shocked Yao Qingyang even more was Yue Ji's mention of the impending Sixth Heaven and Earth Cataclysm.

The cycle of heaven and earth restarts once more! The cataclysm reappears again! Yao Qingyang abruptly turned to Yao Qingyin, his eyes brimming with wild joy.

The Pill Dao lineage has declined; the Great Li can no longer produce fourth-rank alchemists. Now that another Heaven and Earth Cataclysm is about to descend, the Pill Dao lineage is sure to flourish again.

With Qingyin's talent in the Pill Dao, during this cataclysm, she might just become a figure like their ancestor Yao Xingchen.

Three hundred years ago, the ninth ancestor's decision to have Medicine Manor abandon the Pill Dao for Martial Arts may not have been a wise choice.

Profound martial arts techniques, aside from the imperial clan, have always been controlled by thousand-year-old families like the Eight Clans of the Imperial Capital. Medicine Manor was originally a Pill Dao Family and possessed no advanced martial arts techniques.

Thus, for three hundred years, they haven't produced a single Peak of Humanity expert.

Looking across the entire Imperial Capital, Medicine Manor is now at best a second-rate family, having lost the prestige of being one of the Great Li's four great clans a thousand years ago.

But now, in Qingyin, Yao Qingyang sees hope of restoring Medicine Manor's thousand-year glory.

Today, anyone can die, but Qingyin must not perish.

A flash of resolve crossed Yao Qingyang's eyes. He burned his Qi and Blood and slammed a palm onto the armchair beside him.

Instantly, the eight Dragon Pillars in the main hall emitted a faint glow, followed by eight beams of light shooting into the sky, enveloping the entire Medicine Manor.

Then, with lightning speed, he grabbed Yao Qingyin beside him and hurled her directly out of the formation.

He then pulled a scroll and an ancient jade from his bosom, thrusting them into Yao Qingyin's arms, and shouted, "Qingyin, the Sixth Heaven and Earth Cataclysm is about to arrive."

"The secret realm of our ancestor will surely reappear in the Great Li. Follow the markings on this scroll, and you will find it."

"As long as you obtain the opportunities within that secret realm, you will have the power to avenge Medicine Manor."

"You old dog, you've got some nerve, sacrificing everyone in Medicine Manor just to give that little girl a sliver of hope."

Standing within the formation, Yue Ji's eyes held a hint of mockery. She showed no surprise at the sudden appearance of the formation.

"Do you really think the Great Li Imperial Family doesn't know about the formation your Medicine Manor has hidden for a thousand years?"

"Outside Medicine Manor, it's already surrounded tightly by Demonic Cult Disciples. That little girl is only at the Innate Realm—does she still have any hope of survival?"

Hearing Yue Ji's words, Yao Qingyang's eyes filled with ash-gray despair. He slumped weakly against the back of the armchair, all fighting spirit gone.

The night was as dark as ink and cold as water. Ye Jing walked alone on a street devoid of any human presence.

What's going on? Ye Jing felt something was off!

After leaving the Hanlin Academy, Ye Jing had gone to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion to find ingredients for refining Foundation Building Liquid.

Everything else was fine, but he was missing the main ingredient, Blaze Grass.

He'd wandered through several places before finally finding the Blaze Grass.

Though it had cost him an hour, at this time on normal days, the Imperial Capital's streets would be bustling with people. How could it be this deserted now?

The more Ye Jing thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Suddenly, a graceful figure fell straight from the sky, landing right in front of Ye Jing.

What the hell? Is a damsel really falling from the sky?

Just as Ye Jing was about to step forward and check, a voice full of killing intent came from not far away.

"Stop right there, kid. If you take one more step forward, you'll die on the spot."

Several Demonic Cult Disciples had been chasing all the way. Seeing Ye Jing about to approach, the leading disciple barked out a warning, his words dripping with murderous intent.

"Sir, run! These are Demonic Cult people. They kill without mercy. If you don't leave now, they won't spare you."

Yao Qingyin's heart was filled with despair. Her grandfather had sacrificed the entire Medicine Manor just to let her survive.

But she was only a cultivator at the Innate Realm, utterly incapable of escaping the encirclement of those Demonic Cult Disciples.

Now, wounded and fallen to the ground, in the hands of the Demonic Cult, she had no strength left to avenge her clan.

Yet, kind by nature, she didn't want to drag an innocent person into this, so she spoke up to warn Ye Jing.

Demonic Cult people! A storm raged in Ye Jing's heart. He never expected to see members of the Demonic Cult right in the Imperial Capital!

He had read about the Demonic Cult's bloodthirstiness in historical records. Legend said that a thousand years ago, the Demonic Cult Leader had sacrificed the entire Great Li in a blood ritual to advance himself.

If it weren't for the emergence of a peerless figure like the first Emperor Li Long Zhan, there would be no life left on the land of the Great Li.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I'm just passing through. You guys go ahead. I didn't see anything."

Ye Jing wasn't stupid. For members of the Demonic Cult to appear in the Imperial Capital itself, even if he couldn't guess the deeper secrets, he knew this was no simple matter.

Now that he had the system, as long as he kept his head down and developed steadily, he would surely become the most supreme figure in heaven and earth. There was no need to get involved.

Waving his hand, Ye Jing put on a fawning smile, turned, and tried to slip away into a nearby alley.

"Kid, tonight's your unlucky night. Next life, watch where you step."

The leading Demonic Cult Disciple flashed a sinister grin, drew the long blade from his waist, and in one swift step appeared behind Ye Jing.

He raised his long blade, aiming to cleave Ye Jing in two with a single stroke.

Ye Jing used his finger as a sword, a three-inch-long Innate Sword Qi materializing at his fingertip.

With a flick of his two fingers, the Innate Sword Qi split the Demonic Cult Disciple in half with an overwhelming momentum.

Ye Jing turned, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Demonic Cult Disciples, a thick killing intent flashing in his eyes. He understood the principle: if you don't pull out the roots, the spring breeze will make them grow again.

The Thirteen Styles of Heaven's Absolute, a top-tier Sword Dao technique of Dali, was hardly something these Demonic Cult Disciples, mere Innate Realm cultivators, could withstand.

A few more bursts of Innate Sword Qi shot forth, and the remaining Demonic Cult Disciples were likewise cleaved in two.

Paying no heed to the shock in Yao Qingyin's eyes, Ye Jing scooped her up in one arm and, with a few sword steps, leaped onto the eaves.

He had to flee immediately now; if the other Demonic Cult members discovered them, the trouble would be immense.

Half an hour later, in a rundown temple in the Imperial Capital, Ye Jing set down a blushing Yao Qingyin.

There was no helping it—flying over rooftops and walking on walls inevitably led to some bumps. He hadn't expected someone her age to carry such a heavy burden.

Not like Qiuyue, who was light and carefree. Still, it was fine; with proper nurturing, Qiuyue would surely amount to something great in the future.

"Miss, this place is extremely remote. The Demonic Cult members won't find it easy to track you down in a short time. When dawn breaks, you should leave the city."

"It's getting late. Since you're safe now, I'll take my leave."

Ye Jing had no intention of bringing this woman into his home and inviting trouble. Saving her life was already due to the socialist values ingrained in him from his past life.

Leaving her in this broken temple—whether she lived or died was up to her fate. At least it wouldn't drag him into it.