The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 55 What’s so despicable?

The air around the courtyard was electric, charged with the clash of spiritual energy and raw killing intent. The bloodied bodies of the guards were strewn across the ground, their lifeless forms a testament to the sheer power of Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang.

As Yun Yunyue staggered to his feet, his gaze turned toward his son, who was locked in a fierce exchange with Wang Linyue. Each clash of weapon and palm reverberated through the courtyard, the sound like a thunderstorm breaking over a battlefield.

"Stay focused, Tian’er!" Yun Yunyue shouted, his voice barely carrying over the din of battle.

Yun Yantian gritted his teeth, his black spear blazing with infused spiritual energy. "Yes, Father!" he replied, lunging forward to meet Wang Linyue’s next strike.

Wang Linyue’s power was overwhelming, the aura of a high-tier cultivator pressing down like an immovable mountain. His movements were calculated yet forceful, each attack a precise attempt to crush Yun Yantian under his superior cultivation level.

Meanwhile, Yun Yanshuang moved like a shadow. Her peachwood sword gleamed in the dim light, its edge sharp and crackling with spiritual energy. She darted forward, her blade aiming for Wang Linyue’s flank as Yun Yantian engaged him head-on.

Wang Linyue, sensing the attack, pivoted with astonishing speed. His left arm shot out, deflecting Yun Yanshuang’s strike with a barrier of condensed energy. "Hmph! So, the Yun Clan’s so-called prodigies wish to test me together?"

His mocking tone only fueled Yun Yanshuang’s determination. She danced backward, regrouping with her brother. "Tian-ge, we’ll need to coordinate!" she called, her eyes blazing with resolve.

"Understood!" Yun Yantian responded. He shifted his stance, gripping his spear tighter as the siblings prepared their next move.

The two moved as one, their bond forged in countless hours of training and battle. Yun Yantian launched himself forward, his spear thrusting like a dragon’s fang, while Yun Yanshuang flanked from the side, her sword weaving through the air like a serpent.

Wang Linyue, though momentarily on the defensive, still carried an air of unshakable confidence. "Impressive teamwork," he admitted, "but still lacking!"

With a roar, he unleashed a wave of spiritual energy, a massive shockwave that tore through the courtyard, sending debris flying in every direction. Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang barely managed to avoid the brunt of it, their movements swift and precise.

However, the sheer force of the attack left them momentarily vulnerable.

Yun Yunyue, standing on the sidelines, clenched his fists. He knew his children were strong, but Wang Linyue was clearly an opponent of a higher caliber. He had to act, but his own lack of cultivation rendered him powerless in this battle.

"Yantian, Yanshuang, remember what I taught you!" he shouted. "Adapt and seize the moment!"

The siblings exchanged a glance, understanding their father’s meaning. Yun Yantian feigned a frontal assault, his spear slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust and debris. Using the chaos as cover, Yun Yanshuang vanished into the swirling haze.

"Cheap tricks won’t work on me!" Wang Linyue declared, his senses razor-sharp as he lashed out with an energy-infused strike toward the dust cloud.

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But it was a decoy.

From behind, Yun Yanshuang emerged silently, her sword poised for a decisive blow. She slashed downward with all her might, aiming for Wang Linyue’s exposed back.

Wang Linyue twisted at the last second, raising his arm to block the strike. Sparks flew as the peachwood sword clashed against his protective aura. But the force of the attack staggered him, creating an opening.

"Now!" Yun Yantian roared, his spear piercing through the dissipating dust cloud like a thunderbolt.

The combined assault forced Wang Linyue to retreat, his expression darkening. For the first time, he looked less assured, his calm façade cracking under the siblings’ relentless assault.

"You’ve underestimated us," Yun Yanshuang said coldly, her voice steady despite the exertion.

Wang Linyue’s eyes narrowed as he steadied himself. "It seems I’ve been too lenient. Very well, let’s see how long you can last against my true strength!"

With that, his spiritual energy surged, the ground beneath him cracking as his power reached a new peak. The courtyard trembled, and the air grew heavy with the weight of his aura.

Despite their exhaustion, Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang stood firm, their determination unyielding.

"Together," Yun Yanshuang said, her voice unwavering.

"Together," Yun Yantian echoed, his grip on his spear tightening.

As Wang Linyue charged forward, the siblings prepared to face the storm head-on. The fight was far from over, and their resolve would be tested to its very limits.

Yun Yanshuang’s sharp cry echoed through the courtyard, her voice laced with urgency and resolve.

Seizing the opportunity created by his sister’s decisive blow, Yun Yantian, despite the pain coursing through his chest from Wang Linyue’s earlier attack, steadied himself. His black spear hummed with latent energy as he summoned the remnants of his strength, channeling all his spiritual energy into a single, devastating strike.

"Understood!" Yun Yantian roared, his spear flashing like a lightning bolt.

With unerring precision, he lunged forward, aiming for Wang Linyue’s heart. The air crackled as the weapon tore through the space between them, its sharp tip glowing with spiritual energy.

Wang Linyue, blood dripping from his mouth and his vision blurring, instinctively tried to dodge. Yet, with Yanshuang’s peachwood sword still embedded in his torso, his movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. The spear struck true, piercing his chest with a resounding crack.

"Ugh…" Wang Linyue’s body trembled, his knees buckling as the spear’s force drove him to the ground. His hands weakly clawed at the weapon lodged in him, but his strength was fading rapidly.

"You underestimated the Yun family," Yanshuang said coldly, her voice steady and devoid of pity. She twisted the sword still lodged in Wang Linyue’s body, eliciting a pained gasp.

Wang Linyue coughed violently, his face pale and gaunt. "You… Yun clan… will pay for this…," he rasped, but his words carried no weight, his defiance waning as life slipped away.

Yantian yanked his spear free, and Wang Linyue collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. His chest heaved once, twice, then stilled as blood pooled beneath him.

The courtyard fell silent except for the faint crackle of spiritual energy dissipating into the air.

Yanshuang staggered back, panting heavily, her peachwood sword slick with blood. "Who… who saved us?" she whispered, her gaze darting toward the direction from which the arrow had come.

"I don’t know," Yantian replied, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at their father, Yun Yunyue, who was still kneeling on the ground, stunned but unharmed. "Father, are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Yunyue said hoarsely, his hands trembling as he tried to stand. "But… who was that? Their power was overwhelming."

As if in response to their confusion, a calm yet commanding voice echoed from the shadows beyond the courtyard. "You three were reckless. If not for my intervention, you’d all be corpses by now."

Startled, the three turned toward the source of the voice, but all they saw was the faint shimmer of spiritual energy dissipating in the air.

"Show yourself!" Yantian demanded, gripping his spear tightly.

The voice chuckled lightly. "I have no quarrel with the Yun family. Consider this a debt repaid… for now."

And with that, the presence faded entirely, leaving the siblings and their father standing amidst the carnage of the courtyard, uncertain of their savior’s identity.

"Whoever it was, we owe them our lives," Yunyue said, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "But we can’t linger. The commotion will attract others. We need to leave now."

Yanshuang nodded, quickly helping her father to his feet, while Yantian scanned the area for any remaining threats. Once satisfied, he joined them, and the three made their way out of the ruined courtyard.

As they disappeared into the dense foliage beyond, the rising sun cast its light over the blood-soaked battlefield they left behind—a grim testament to the dangers of the cultivation world and the lengths one must go to survive.

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