Defecting to the Devil Race

The moment this thought arose, Ye Qingwan ruthlessly cast it out of her mind.

She could not be wrong!

Ye Xuan was right. As long as Ye Yu remained in Great Flame, her position as *** would exist in name only!

What was more, Ye Yu was so vicious. If one day he truly held ** power in his hands—

Then she, and even every member of the imperial family, likely would meet no good end!

With that thought, Ye Qingwan once again ordered several Attendants to attack.

Though the five Attendants were already injured, their wounds were not severe. Their gazes toward Ye Yu were also filled with apprehension.

They had acted under orders today, but they had still torn all pretenses with Ye Yu. With the strength Ye Yu had now displayed, if he managed to retreat safely, they would not have any good fruit to eat when he settled accounts with them later.

The next moment, the five of them, including Nangong Wushe, hesitated no longer. Spiritual power surged from within them, and more than half of Great Yan Imperial City felt a terrifying pressure.

Then five streaks of golden light emerged, and the five Nascent Souls appeared together. Spiritual power churned, throwing even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them into chaos.

As the five men drove their power forth, spiritual energy gathered in midair, condensing into a massive radiance more than a hundred zhang wide that came crashing down like a raging tide.

Ye Yu raised his head and watched the surging wave of spiritual power. The blood sword in his hand also dissipated at that moment.

Then Ye Yu formed seals with both hands. In an instant, one Spiritual Seal after another rose from the ruins, gathering in the sky like raindrops.

At a rough glance, there were no fewer than fifteen hundred Spiritual Seals.

Fifteen hundred was already beyond the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Even a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage would lose a layer of skin even if they did not die here.

The faces of everyone nearby went pale at once.

Ye Yu's earlier sword strike had already shocked them enough, but the strength he now revealed was even more unbelievable.

How old was Ye Yu? Reaching the late Golden Core Stage at his age was already terrifying, yet he was also a formation grandmaster. How could they possibly accept this?

At this moment, whether Imperial Princes or Guardians, it was as though all their pride had been shattered by Ye Yu in an instant. Everything they had once been proud of was less than a fart before this youth.

Ye Yu lightly tapped with his fingertip. The fifteen hundred Spiritual Seals surged with his palm and, in an instant, transformed into an enormous formation diagram over a hundred zhang wide.

Spiritual power howled within it, making everyone's expressions change.

The next moment, it crashed head-on into that spiritual radiance!

Boom!

A violent explosion rang out, and terrifying shockwaves swept across the entire Great Yan Imperial City!

Ye Yu and the five Attendants all groaned and were sent flying backward. Even Ye Yu, with his Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body, felt his mind quake violently, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The five Attendants were in even worse shape. Their faces were pale as gold paper, and their Nascent Souls fled back into their dantians.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes fell upon Ye Yu amid the ruins. At this moment, no one paid attention to the blood at the corner of his mouth.

They only knew that after today, Ye Yu would become famous throughout Azure Prefecture!

With his own strength, he had fought five Nascent Soul Realm cultivators alone and even faintly held the upper hand. If this had happened to someone of the older generation, people might only marvel at it. But placed upon this youth, it was enough to fill them with fear.

Ye Yu raised a hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Turning around, he fixed a cold gaze on Ye Qingwan.

Ye Qingwan shuddered from head to toe, her face pale as she found herself unable to say anything.

Seeing this, Ye Yu could not be bothered with her. Instead, he looked toward Liu Ruyan and slowly extended his hand.

Liu Ruyan had long since gone pale with fright. This female cultivator known as the First Beauty Sword of Great Flame appeared so small before Ye Yu now.

In truth, Liu Ruyan had not been wrong. She and Ye Yu had long ceased to belong to the same world.

But she truly did not want to lose the Autumn Water Sword. She knew that once she lost it, every halo around her would be shattered. She immediately looked toward Yan Ruyu in the air and cried, "Senior Sister, save me."

Only then did everyone come back to their senses and look into the sky.

There, a woman in white stood floating gracefully in the air, like an immortal exiled from the heavens.

But when they saw the emblem on the white-clad woman's body, many people's expressions changed.

Someone from the Qingyun Sect!

Compared to sects, imperial dynasties held the advantage in numbers. Their low- and mid-level cultivators far outnumbered those of sects, but the highest echelon of a sect's combat power was beyond comparison with any imperial dynasty.

Ye Yu also turned to look at her then. The instant their eyes met, Ye Yu was slightly stunned. It seemed he had seen this woman somewhere before.

Yan Ruyu likewise frowned at Ye Yu. The two stared at each other for a long while.

"Hmph!" It was not until a soft snort that their thoughts were pulled back.

Ye Yu turned his head and saw Qin Ruoxian glaring at him with an unhappy expression. He awkwardly scratched his head. Now was not the time to explain, so he changed the subject and asked, "Are you going to help her?"

Yan Ruyu did not answer immediately. After pondering for a moment, she asked, "Were you once at the Great Flame border?"

Hearing this, Ye Yu finally realized who she was. He said in surprise, "You're the one who was poisoned by blood poison?"

When Ye Yu mentioned blood poison, Yan Ruyu was able to confirm that he had been the one who helped suppress it at the Great Flame border. She nodded slightly and said, "I have been looking for you for a long time. I need you to help me remove the poison."

After saying that, Yan Ruyu descended and landed before Ye Yu.

Ye Yu looked at Yan Ruyu. After a long while, he shook his head. "No. I can't do it in my current state."

After the great battle, the spiritual power in Ye Yu's body was nearly exhausted.

Yan Ruyu noticed this, but she did not say anything further.

Seeing that the two seemed to know each other, Liu Ruyan's expression gradually turned panicked. Yan Ruyu was her final trump card. If even Yan Ruyu turned against her, then today she might not only fail to keep the Autumn Water Sword—joining the Qingyun Sect itself might become nothing more than a delusion.

She hurriedly said, "Senior Sister, you've been poisoned. This is Ye Qingshuang, disciple of Grandmaster Cangyun. If you don't mind, let her take a look at you."

Upon hearing Grandmaster Cangyun's name, Yan Ruyu gave Ye Qingshuang a slightly surprised glance. She had already sensed the aura unique to an alchemist on Ye Qingshuang, but it was very weak, even weaker than some talented medicine boys in her sect.

Could someone with such talent really become Grandmaster Cangyun's disciple?

Ye Qingshuang did not notice Yan Ruyu's strange expression. Instead, she strode forward, took Yan Ruyu's hand, and began examining the condition within her body.

Yan Ruyu did not refuse. Blood poison was a grave threat after all, and the sooner it was resolved, the better. Besides, though Ye Qingshuang seemed rather lacking in strength, as Grandmaster Cangyun's disciple, perhaps she possessed some special ability.

As Ye Qingshuang sensed the condition within Yan Ruyu's body, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and shock gradually filled her face. "Why is the poison in you exactly the same as the one in my second sister?! What kind of poison is this?!"

"This is blood poison." Yan Ruyu did not avoid the subject and answered calmly.

"Blood poison from the Blood Demon Race?! Ye Yu! You actually defected to the Devil Race?!" Ye Qingshuang snapped back to her senses and glared furiously at Ye Yu.