Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect-Chapter 50: Yun Miaozhen

Inside the Blood Robe Tower, Skull Mountains Marketplace.

Lü Yang had only just withdrawn his sense from the Myriad-Soul Banner when his vision dimmed. His brows knitted slightly as he lifted his gaze to the distant horizon.

In the very next beat, a streak of light rose beneath his feet. He rode it into the air, landing at the edge of the market.

A radiant brilliance was already hurtling from afar, arriving in the blink of an eye. The light condensed, revealing a tall, valiant woman who stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.

"...A fellow Daoist of the Sword Pavilion?"

Having practiced the "Supreme Heaven Sword Mastery" himself, Lü Yang recognized her with one glance. He cupped his hands politely. "Lü Yang. May I have fellow Daoist’s name?"

"Yun Miaozhen."

The moment the name left her lips, Lü Yang’s eyes narrowed. Yun Miaozhen... Yun Miaoqing. A resemblance impossible to ignore.

"So fellow Daoist has come to retrieve a fellow disciple?"

Without further thought, Lü Yang casually waved his sleeve. Yun Miaoqing was dragged from the Blood Robe Tower and dropped before her senior.

"Miss Miaoqing has suffered no abuse in the Stain Sect. Though nominally my servant, I have never degraded her. She remains untouched. If you wish to take her away, be my guest. Lü’s cultivation is shallow; I will not trouble you with farewells."

He genuinely believed there was no enmity here. He had preserved her life, even her chastity. What reason would they have to make things difficult?

But he soon realized just how wrong he was.

"Miaoqing... still a virgin?"

Yun Miaozhen lowered her lashes, her gaze landing on the girl. Yet rather than joy, there was only scorn—and pity.

A soft sigh escaped her.

"What a waste. Miaoqing, without undergoing humiliation, how will you pass your tribulation?"

Lü Yang froze. Yun Miaoqing stared at her sister in disbelief.

"Sister... what are you saying?"

"You are not a direct disciple and cannot understand."

Yun Miaozhen shook her head gently.

"Fate didn’t favor you, yet you insist on seeking the Immortal Path. Originally, you would face three disasters and nine tribulations—fail one, and your life ends. So, years ago, I requested Master to merge them into a single ten-year great tribulation."

"Those ten years were meant to be your time in the demonic sect."

"If, during that decade, you endured every humiliation yet held firm to your Dao heart—unyielding—then you would pass the tribulation."

A pause.

Then a tone of disappointment:

"But you are still a virgin."

"Having suffered nothing, the tribulation remains intact—and perhaps even intensifies!"

Her eyes lifted toward Lü Yang—cold, killing intent blooming.

"This demon impeded your cultivation. A wolf in scholar’s robes. He deserves death."

"..."

Lü Yang could only marvel.

The righteous sects... has lunatics too.

If he had once admired the famed and honorable Sword Pavilion, that illusion shattered entirely.

Better to stay with the Stain Sect.

The Stain Sect’s disciples are the real treasures—absolutely delightful.

"Come. Return with me."

Yun Miaozhen ignored their dismay, voice steady. "I will help you survive this great tribulation."

"I refuse!"

Yun Miaoqing instinctively stepped back. The sister she once revered now felt like a stranger—colder than any demon she had known.

Had Lü Yang not sheltered her—she might already be ground to dust beneath some array.

"Obey."

Yun Miaozhen’s brows creased. "You lack legendary techniques, unable to perceive karmic fate. Naturally you cannot recognize my painstaking effort."

"Painstaking?"

Yun Miaoqing’s voice broke, bitter. "You threw me to the demonic sect—left me to be violated—this is your ’painstaking effort’?"

"I am acting in accordance with karmic fate. When you achieve immortality, you will thank me."

Yun Miaoqing opened her mouth, but a flash of light struck her. She collapsed, unconscious, tossed aside like something inconvenient.

"Debate is useless. I will not argue further."

Yun Miaozhen then turned back to Lü Yang.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lü Yang said, brow raised.

She gazed at him, voice like ice. "You disrupted Miaoqing’s cultivation. I will borrow something from you as compensation."

Lü Yang laughed sharply.

"What, do you want to borrow my head?"

He was mocking her—but Yun Miaozhen merely nodded, a frost-bitten calm in her eyes.

"Unwilling? Then do not fault me for slaying demons and defending the Dao."

Her hand lifted.

A clear radiance flared—revealing a flawless glazed sword, its blade gleaming with reflections of heaven and earth.

"You think I fear you?"

Lü Yang threw back his head and laughed. Then he turned and vanished into the marketplace, all arrays roaring to life—the Seventh-Grade Hundred Bones Grand Array and the Ninth-Grade Blood River Sword Array ignited as one.

Come try to kill me.

Yun Miaozhen merely snorted, stepping forward into the array without hesitation.

Instantly, countless eyes turned to the scene. With the cautionary tale of Ouyang Haize still fresh, everyone knew the Bloody Master was nearly untouchable within his own domain.

So where did Yun Miaozhen find such confidence?

Moments later, several figures arrived nearby—Ouyang Feng of the Divine Martial Sect, and Luo Wuya of the Sanhe Association among them. Both were at the Final-phase of Qi Refining—yet their expressions were grim.

Their focus did not settle on Lü Yang or Yun Miaozhen... but on the plain-looking middle-aged man who accompanied her.

"’Taiyi Sword’ Yun Zhiqiu?"

Luo Wuya’s face darkened. "Skull Mountain is not your territory. Your Sword Pavilion oversteps."

Yun Zhiqiu chuckled quietly. "My Sword Pavilion safeguards the righteous sects. The righteous sects has no borders."

"Such arrogance."

Luo Wuya let out a cold laugh. "Pray your junior sister walks out alive."

Yun Zhiqiu only swept his eyes over the battlefield and sighed.

"Demonic sect rabble—always hiding behind arrays."

"How can the demonic techniques withstand my righteous divine sword?"

Before his words faded, Yun Miaozhen pinched a seal—the glazed sword erupted with blinding radiance.

"That is..."

Luo Wuya and Ouyang Feng paled.

"Celestial Piercing Sword!? She wields that treasure!?"

The sword light swallowed heaven and earth.

Lü Yang drove both arrays to their limits—but the Celestial Piercing Sword sliced through them as though they were illusions.

A single thunderous explosion.

When the sword light dissipated, the marketplace still held two operational grand arrays—

But not a single person remained within.

Only the glazed sword hung suspended in the sky—

Quiet, gleaming, sovereign.