Chapter 237: The First Battle of the Debut!

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

In Qingzhou, the sky was as blue as if it had been washed, with clouds drifting lazily.

As one of the renowned Immortal Legacies of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain, the Ye Clan’s ancestral land was no ordinary mountain range, but a massive Divine Island floating high in the sky, shrouded in misty Immortal Qi and brilliant rays of light.

The island was complete with mountains, rivers, palaces, and pavilions; spiritual springs and waterfalls flowed, while spiritual birds and exotic beasts roamed, creating a majestic and infinitely dignified scene.

Today, this usually quiet and detached Divine Island became bustling due to the arrival of two uninvited guests.

At the edge of the Divine Island, above the massive white jade plaza, two figures quietly appeared, standing in the air.

The one in front wore a moon-white palace dress, her figure tall and graceful, her face exquisitely cold, and her temperament otherworldly, like a Guanghan Fairy who did not consume the food of mortals.

There was no intentional pressure emanating from her, but simply standing there, she seemed to merge with the surrounding world, naturally attuned to the Laws; she was the Holy Lord of Taiyi Holy Land, Mu Qingyu.

Standing half a step behind her was another woman of peerless elegance.

She wore a light purple dress, her figure lithe, her skin as white as snow, her features like a painting, combining into a face that could topple nations.

Most striking were her eyes, clear as a cold pool and deep as the starry sky, carrying an innate coldness and nobility.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall, fluttering lightly in the wind, adding a touch of ethereal grace.

She was the Successor of Taiyi Holy Land, Ji Siyu.

The arrival of the two immediately alerted the Ye Clan.

"Buzz"

The Divine Island’s protective light screen rippled slightly as figures streaked out from various places, landing on the white jade plaza.

There were young, sharp-eyed Disciples, as well as high-level Elders with profound auras and natural dignity.

When their gazes fell upon Ji Siyu behind Mu Qingyu, an undeniable look of amazement flashed through almost everyone’s eyes.

"Is that the Successor of Taiyi Holy Land?" a young Disciple murmured, his eyes glazed over. "How can such a woman exist in this world?"

"I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but seeing her today, I realize we were just frogs at the bottom of a well," another Ye Clan Disciple said with a bitter smile, subconsciously tidying his robes.

It was as if he felt a sense of inferiority before that flawless beauty and temperament.

"Icy skin and jade bones, a natural Dao charm! Worthy of being the Successor of Taiyi Holy Land; such grace is indeed peerless." Even some of the well-traveled Ye Clan seniors couldn’t help but nod secretly.

Ji Siyu’s beauty and temperament seemed not to belong to the mortal world, carrying a natural aloofness and nobility that was captivating yet made one dare not harbor any thoughts of profanity.

However, this lapse in focus did not last long.

When everyone remembered that Ji Siyu’s purpose for coming was to challenge the Ye Clan’s current First Holy Son, Ye Wushuang, the atmosphere instantly became solemn and heated.

"Hmph! What does it matter how beautiful she is? In the world of cultivation, strength speaks for itself!" A Ye Clan Core Disciple was the first to snap back to reality, cold-snorting, "Saint Wushuang has already stepped into the Saint King Third Level, and his Profound Spirit Sword Body shakes Qingzhou. How can she challenge him?"

"Exactly! Saint Wushuang is the True Dragon of our Ye Clan, rarely finding an opponent among his peers! Although Ji Siyu is the Successor of a Holy Land, she is so young; her cultivation must be inferior to the Saint’s. This battle is destined for defeat!"

"The Saint will surely defeat her and uphold the prestige of our Ye Clan!"

The Ye Clan Disciples were impassioned, filled with blind confidence in Ye Wushuang.

In their hearts, Ye Wushuang was the symbol of invincibility and the future hope of the Ye Clan; he could never lose to an unknown woman.

Even some high-level members, though their faces were calm, showed expectation and trust in Ye Wushuang deep in their eyes.

They expected Ye Wushuang to defeat this Successor of Taiyi Holy Land and win supreme glory for the Ye Clan.

"Swish"

Just then, an incomparably sharp Sword Intent suddenly soared into the sky from the depths of the Divine Island, tearing through the clouds.

The next moment, a figure stepped through the void, lotuses blooming with every step, and appeared above the plaza in an instant, facing Ji Siyu and Mu Qingyu from a distance.

The newcomer wore a green robe, his figure tall and straight, his face handsome, and his eyes as sharp as a hawk.

He was surrounded by a piercing Sword Intent, as if he himself were an unsheathed divine sword, his edge so sharp one dared not look directly at him.

He was the Ye Clan’s current First Holy Son, Ye Wushuang!

His eyes were burning, his Battle Intent boiling, as he locked onto Ji Siyu, his voice carrying a resonant metallic tone: "This Saint has been waiting for a long time!"

"Forging an invincible Dao Heart? What arrogance!" A proud arc curled at the corner of Ye Wushuang’s mouth.

"Today, I will make this first battle of yours end completely at the hands of me, Ye Wushuang."

"I will personally shatter your Dao Heart and make you understand who the true number one of the younger generation in this Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain is."

"Only I am worthy of possessing an invincible Dao Heart."

Facing Ye Wushuang’s provocative and confident boast, Ji Siyu’s beautiful face remained as calm as ice, her eyes indifferent without the slightest ripple.

She did not speak, but slowly took a step forward, her aura blooming.

Saint King Realm First Level!

The cultivation fluctuations were crystal clear, without any concealment.

"What? Only Saint King First Level?"

"Hahaha! A mere Saint King First Level dares to boast and challenge the Saint? Truly ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of the earth."

"I thought she was something special, but she’s just an arrogant fool. The Saint will surely defeat her within three moves."

Sensing Ji Siyu’s true cultivation, the Ye Clan Disciples below were first stunned, then erupted into even louder laughter and mockery.

Even some Ye Clan higher-ups frowned slightly, a flash of displeasure and contempt in their eyes.

Saint King First Level challenging Saint King Third Level, and it’s Ye Wushuang who possesses the Profound Spirit Sword Body?

In their view, this was simply the height of absurdity and a slight against the Ye Clan.

However, Mu Qingyu still stood quietly in the void, her expression indifferent, only showing a trace of unnoticeable pride and trust when she looked at her Disciple.

She knew well that her Disciple’s foundation was far beyond what her surface cultivation could measure.

Meanwhile, in the void space surrounding the Ye Clan’s Divine Island, powerful Divine Senses quietly intertwined and pried.

The owners of these Divine Senses came from various Immortal Forces, all of them titan-level existences who could shake a region with a stomp of their feet.

They were hidden in the layers of the void, quietly watching the impending battle between the dragon and the tiger.

This mysterious Successor of Taiyi Holy Land was making her debut, and everyone wanted to see what kind of ability she had to claim she would sweep through her generation and forge an invincible Dao Heart.

"Fight!"

Without any superfluous words, Ye Wushuang shouted lowly and was the first to strike. He pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

"Chila!"

A hundred-foot-long brilliant Sword Qi instantly condensed, tearing through the air and slashing down toward Ji Siyu with a sharp will to exterminate everything.

It was the opening stance of the Ye Clan’s clan-guarding sword technique, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique.

Before the Sword Qi even arrived, that grim and domineering Sword Intent had already enveloped the surroundings, turning the faces of many lower-cultivation Ye Clan Disciples pale.

Ji Siyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she lightly raised her jade hand. A long sword, crystal clear and emitting a bone-chilling cold, appeared in her hand.

She flicked her wrist, and the sword blade vibrated, letting out a clear phoenix cry.

"Frost Congealing the Sky!"

With a swing of her sword, it wasn’t a blazing sword light, but a visible ice-blue cold wave that swept out.

Wherever the cold Qi passed, space seemed to be frozen, creating layers of ice crystal ripples.

The sharp and domineering Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi entered the range of the cold wave, its speed suddenly slowing down. Its surface was quickly covered in a layer of hard ice, and finally, less than ten zhang from Ji Siyu, it shattered with a bang, dissipating into a sky full of ice shards.

"You have some skill!"

Ye Wushuang’s eyes turned sharp, and his body flickered, turning into dozens of afterimages that attacked Ji Siyu from different angles.

Each afterimage performed a different killing move of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, with Sword Qi crisscrossing and weaving into a deathly sword net that completely enveloped Ji Siyu.

"Ice Phoenix Dance!"

Ji Siyu’s figure was as graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a swimming dragon. The Ice Phoenix Sword in her hand danced, and streaks of icy Sword-gang, like an ice phoenix spreading its wings, surrounded her.

The sword net and the Ice Phoenix Sword-gang collided frantically, erupting into deafening sounds of clashing metal and the cracking of ice layers.

The stray Sword Qi and cold currents raged, cutting countless gullies into the white jade plaza below and covering it with a thick layer of frost.

The two fought at high speed, their figures constantly flickering and colliding in the air, sword light and cold glints intertwining in a dazzling display.

However, as the battle continued, the smiles on the faces of the Ye Clan Disciples gradually froze.