Dantian Shattered, Born from Despair

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Brain Storage

Sky Abyss Continent, Eastern Region.

Qingzhou, Qingfeng City.

In Ye Junlin's detached courtyard, green bamboo surrounded him, and fallen blossoms danced in the air.

On the bluestone ground within the courtyard, Ye Junlin, clad in green, sat in meditation. Moonlight spilled onto his shoulders, outlining the tall, refined figure of the young man.

His eyes were half-closed, and with each breath, Spiritual Energy surged into his limbs like swallows returning to their nest. It circulated through his body following the meridians of the Ye Family's Azure Cloud Art.

"Hoo—"

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

"Xiantian Peak. Just half a step away from entering the Grandmaster Realm," he muttered to himself, a confident smile gracing his lips.

As the undisputed prodigy of the Ye Family in this generation, at just sixteen years old, he was already the pride of Qingfeng City's younger generation, far surpassing other disciples in the clan, including Ye Zhenting, his uncle's only son, Ye Hao.

Just then—

Three sharp whistling sounds pierced the air!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three dark figures shot out from the bamboo forest outside the courtyard like phantoms. Their long sabers gleamed coldly, aiming directly for Ye Junlin's vital points!

"En?"

Ye Junlin's expression changed drastically. Instinctively, he dodged to the side, clenching his fists and channeling all his Spiritual Energy to strike the foremost dark figure!

"Bang!"

Fist met blade. A powerful force surged from the saber, numbing Ye Junlin's arm. He staggered back three steps, his blood churning.

"Grandmaster Realm!" His heart sank. He looked up to see three assassins in black, their faces covered by black scarves, revealing only their cold, bloodthirsty eyes. Their auras were all unmistakably Early Grandmaster Stage!

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Ye Junlin demanded sternly, retreating rapidly until his back was against the green bamboo. He watched the three with vigilance.

The three assassins said nothing. They exchanged glances and lunged again!

The whistling sabers carried a chilling coldness, enveloping all of Ye Junlin's escape routes.

Ye Junlin gritted his teeth, circulating his Spiritual Energy throughout his body. His fists moved like the wind as he engaged the three in combat.

His talent was indeed heaven-defying, but the gap between Xiantian Peak and Early Grandmaster Stage was a vast chasm.

"Clang!"

As a saber strike came down, Ye Junlin blocked with his fist. A deep, bone-revealing gash instantly appeared on his arm, blood splattering.

"Pfft!"

Another assassin flanked him from behind, their palm strike fierce, landing heavily on his back!

Ye Junlin felt as if he had been struck by a mountain. He spat blood and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the green bamboo. The bamboo snapped, and leaves scattered.

"Die!" The leader of the assassins rasped, killing intent surging in his eyes. He raised his long saber high and brought it down fiercely on Ye Junlin!

"No—!"

Ye Junlin's eyes were bloodshot. He tried desperately to dodge, but the palm strike had already shattered his Dantian and Meridians. Now, he could barely move a finger.

The Dantian was the foundation of a cultivator!

If it were damaged, all one's cultivation would be lost, rendering them a cripple!

Just as the saber was about to descend, an aged figure streaked like a cannonball from the side gate of the courtyard!

"This old servant is here! You villains, do not harm my young master!"

It was Uncle Fu!

Uncle Fu, with his white hair and coarse cloth tunic, now had his Spiritual Energy surging, revealing a cultivation of Early Grandmaster Stage!

He wielded his walking stick and forcefully smashed it against the assassin's descending saber!

"Clang!"

The sound of metal colliding was deafening, sparks flying.

Uncle Fu grunted, retreating several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He had clearly taken the blow head-on and was severely injured.

He was a loyal servant left behind by Ye Junlin's parents, secretly protecting him for years. Seeing his young master in mortal danger, he had long cast aside all thoughts of his own life.

"Uncle Fu!" Ye Junlin's eyes blazed with fury, tears streaming down his face like a bursting dam.

"Young Master, flee quickly!" Uncle Fu roared, turning to block the three assassins fiercely. His walking stick whirled like a windmill as he desperately parried their attacks.

"This old servant may not be able to protect you any longer. Live! You must live!"

The three assassins were entangled by Uncle Fu, finding it difficult to break free. The leader shouted sternly, "Kill this old man! Let's finish this quickly!"

The three assassins' attacks suddenly intensified, their blade lights and palm shadows weaving into a net of death, engulfing Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu, after all, was advanced in years and eager to protect his master, so he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

"Pfft!"

A long saber pierced his chest!

Blood stained his coarse linen tunic. Uncle Fu's body trembled violently, but he still held tightly onto the assassin's leg, rasping, "Young master... go!"

Using his last ounce of strength, he pulled a pure white Talisman from his bosom and crushed it, throwing it towards Ye Junlin!

"Buzz--"

The Talisman transformed into a brilliant white light, instantly enveloping Ye Junlin's body.

Ye Junlin watched with his own eyes as Uncle Fu was hacked to death by the other two assassins. His aged body fell into a pool of blood.

His cloudy eyes, however, still stared fixedly in his direction, filled with reluctance and hope.

"Uncle Fu--!"

A heart-wrenching cry echoed through the courtyard, only to be completely swallowed by the white light.

"Not good, the target is trying to escape," one of the assassins warned.

The next second, Ye Junlin's figure vanished from his spot.

"Chase! He can't have teleported far," the leader of the assassins said in a deep voice.

Meanwhile, at the Ye Family Patriarch's courtyard.