Chapter 837: Chapter 837: Struggle Over the Heavenly Stele, Public Rift, Wanton Slander
“Haha, the heavenly Stele is mine now!”
Yin Rurong held the heavenly Stele, which she found to be somewhat hot to the touch, like a hot potato.
However, she didn’t feel any danger.
This meant that the mysterious being who had killed five members of the Saint Realm from the Celestial Clan had no interest in the heavenly Stele, and she was free to take it away.
“Yin Rurong, it’s you!”
At that moment, Xiao Cangtian and Bai Ji arrived.
They, too, had discovered the heavenly Stele that had fallen here. It wasn’t just them; strong individuals from all the major powers of the Shenzhou Continent had noticed the heavenly Stele that had landed in this place and all wanted to take it away.
This wasn’t because they wanted to claim it for themselves but instead they were gambling!
Based on the words of an already fallen middle-aged Saint Manifestation, everyone knew the heavenly Stele belonged to Ye Feng.
Therefore, if Ye Feng were to return, they could give the heavenly Stele back to him, thereby deepening their relationship.
“Put down the heavenly Stele!”
Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword and other ancestors from the Eighteen Ancient Clans tore through the void and descended into the area, surrounding Yin Rurong.
Rip!
Luo Yu Quasi-Saint, Wu Xuan from the Supreme Heaven Forbidden Zone, Xue Yan the Holy Master from the Ice and Snow Holy Land, Mad Drunkard, and others also made their way through splitting skies.
“Yin Rurong, you dare to take away our Sect Master’s heavenly Stele; are you seeking death?”
Liufeng, covered in wounds with blood flowing and his chest caved in, still exuded a strong aura.
The Iron Sword in his hand remained sharp, its cold light flickering.
“You’re still alive?”
Yin Rurong looked at Liufeng in astonishment. She hadn’t expected him to only be seriously injured after taking a hit from the Saint Realm.
As more and more powerhouses arrived, Yin Rurong was quickly surrounded.
She glanced around, locking eyes with Xue Yan, Luo Yu Quasi-Saint, and others, her gaze filled with disdain.
“Yin Rurong, hand over the heavenly Stele!” Liufeng extended his hand, “Otherwise, don’t blame us for being impolite.”
“The name of your Misty Sect isn’t written on the heavenly Stele; why can’t I take it away?”
Yin Rurong retorted with a cold laugh.
Convinced that the mysterious being who killed the five Saint Realm members of the Celestial Clan wouldn’t interfere, she grew even more reckless, bolstered by her own Saint Realm cultivation level.
In her eyes, the people around her were nothing but a rabble.
“Are you sure you won’t hand it over?” Liufeng’s gaze grew icier.
The others also looked coldly at Yin Rurong.
This naturally included Xue Yan.
Her gaze, which had once been gentle, now possessed only boundless disappointment.
“I, Holy Master, have obtained the heavenly Stele, and from now on, it is mine. If any of you want it, come and try to take it!”
Yin Rurong laughed loudly.
With Ye Feng and Hu Feifei banished, never to return in this lifetime, and herself being of the Saint Realm, as long as she didn’t attack Misty Sect head-on, who could do anything to her even if she was a bit arrogant?
Thinking so, Yin Rurong’s laugh became more scornful.
“Yin Rurong, I would ask you to hand over the heavenly Stele that belongs to Misty Sect and avoid unnecessary trouble,” Luo Yu Quasi-Saint tried to persuade.
“Rurong, hand over the heavenly Stele!” Xue Yan also spoke out proactively. If Yin Rurong would willingly give up the heavenly Stele, she would not make a move.
“You’re dreaming!” Yin Rurong shrugged her shoulders, lifting the heavenly Stele in one hand with a triumphant smile on her face, and boldly walked towards the distance, showing no regard for the people present.
Even with this arrogant action, she insulted everyone there.
“You’re courting death!”
Liufeng suddenly swung his sword, unleashing a brilliant sword light.
“Feeble tricks; dare to show off in front of a master!” Yin Rurong turned sharply and exhaled a breath.
Rip!
The sword light from Liufeng instantly collapsed, leaving the crowd astounded.
“How are you so strong?”
The people expressed their shock one after another.
Most of the people here knew that Yin Rurong had been wounded at Thunder Palace, and her powers diminished; she shouldn’t have been able to block Liufeng’s sword.
But she didn’t just block it, she did so with a single breath!
There was only one possible explanation:
Yin Rurong had attained Saint Ascension!
But how could that be?
If Yin Rurong had become a Saint, the resulting Saint Ascension Tribulation would have been tremendously great, not something that could go unnoticed.
“How can this be?” Liufeng gripped his sword, finding it unbelievable.
“Waste!”
Yin Rurong snorted coldly and sent out a palm strike, blasting Liufeng hundreds of miles away to crash heavily onto the ground, coughing up blood.
“Yin Rurong’s strength has actually skyrocketed!”
“Could it be, has she become a Saint?”
Luo Yu Quasi-Saint and the others were all shocked.
“Yin Rurong, you’re going too far!” Xue Yan stood up and blocked Yin Rurong.
“Get lost!”
Yin Rurong stared at Xue Yan with a resentful gaze.
For her once close sister, Yin Rurong now held not a shred of affection; with a palm strike she sent Xue Yan flying, causing her to vomit blood on the spot and collapse into the nearby dense forest.
“So weak.”
Yin Rurong retracted her hand, a savage smile on her face.
“Hiss!”
“Even Holy Master Xue Yan is no match for Yin Rurong!”
“Could it be, has she truly become a Saint?”
The faces of people from various forces looked unpleasant.
Listening to everyone’s speculation, Yin Rurong slightly narrowed her eyes, looking at the heavenly Stele in her hand, and thought of how Ye Feng and Hu Feifei were both gone; it seemed there would be no problem announcing her cultivation level.
Thus, she slowly turned around.
A strong Saint Might burst forth from Yin Rurong, instantly enveloping tens of thousands of miles.
Thud!
Even the likes of Luo Yu Quasi-Saint and Xiao Cangtian were pressed to the ground, unable to move.
“Indeed!”
“Yin Rurong has become a Saint!”
“When did this actually happen?”
Everyone expressed their deep shock.
Yin Rurong had become a Saint?
This was too incredible!
Not long ago, she had been burdened with an injury of the way, but now she had defied the heavens and become a Saint—what exactly had happened in between?
“You’ve become a Saint?”
Xue Yan flew back, her face pale, her hair scattered, and stared at Yin Rurong with disbelief, asking:
“But Sect Master Ye clearly said that the Thunder Palace was still accumulating energy and it wasn’t possible to provide the Saint Ascension Tribulation right now; how did you become a Saint?”
“Bitch!” Yin Rurong cursed with rage and slapped out her hand, sending Xue Yan flying backward.
“Holy Master Xue Yan, be careful!” Bai Ji stretched out her hand to catch Xue Yan, retreating hundreds of meters before finally stopping.
Yin Rurong stood in the high sky.
In her left hand held the heavenly Stele, and with her right hand on her hip, the smile on her face was as arrogant as could be.
Her eyes spun around, and she had an idea.
“That’s right, this Holy Master has indeed become a Saint!”
Yin Rurong’s voice rose slowly as if she were making a speech, her tone unhurried, her gaze piercing.
“Ye Feng is nothing but a liar; he did not transform the Thunder Palace, so the Thunder Palace could never operate over capacity and provide the Saint Ascension Tribulation!”
“All of this is false!”
“Ye Feng is just a hypocrite, sanctimonious and only interested in face-saving.”
“You must be wondering how Hu Feifei overcame her tribulation.”
“I’ll tell you the truth; that’s because Ye Feng held the heavenly Stele and was able to go to the Thunder Pool Grand Hall on Suspended Mountain. There, by passing the assessment, one can obtain the Heart of Thunder and undergo Saint Ascension.”
“Ye Feng monopolized the heavenly Stele, hiding this secret, all to prevent you all from becoming Saints.”
“As for me, naturally, it was due to some fortunate opportunities that I snuck into Suspended Mountain and entered the Thunder Pool Grand Hall, where I became a Saint.”
Yin Rurong’s voice was loud, spreading throughout the entire Shenzhou.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression changed dramatically.
Some people believed Yin Rurong’s words, staring fixedly at the heavenly Stele as if looking at the key to becoming a Saint.
“Yin Rurong, you’re spreading bewitching lies!”
Liufeng shouted angrily.
“Right, Sect Master Ye would never deceive us.” Xue Yan, supported by Bai Ji, flew back and loudly rebuked.
“A bunch of blind fools!”
Yin Rurong scoffed loudly.
“Actions speak louder than words; this Holy Master has already ascended to a Saint, you may believe my words or not, as you like!”
“If anyone wishes to go to Suspended Mountain for Saint Ascension, come find me at Tianmiao Holy Land; this Holy Master awaits you at any time.”
With those words, Yin Rurong took the heavenly Stele and vanished into the void.