Chapter 109: Leng Ye Captured

His strength was steadily rising, gradually reaching a peak of 159,900 pounds, on the verge of breaking through to 160,000. Once his pure strength hit 160,000, it would no longer be inferior to that of a master at the Sun Realm.

With a fierce shout, Chu Han smashed the Thunderstrike Wood with a single punch. The remaining thunder energy from the shattered wood fully infused into his body, causing his eyes to roll back from the overwhelming power. Yet, his strength finally stabilized at the terrifying figure of 160,000 pounds.

At the same time, his realm advanced into the Third Palace of the Dao Palace. Feeling the surging energy within, a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips. His power was steadily increasing, inching closer to the level where he could exact his revenge.

“Chu Han, your realm is rising too rapidly; your foundation is unstable. You must be cautious. The foundation is crucial—you should understand that. I know you hold deep-seated hatred, but the path of cultivation is walked step by step. You must not be impatient or seek quick success,” Emerald timely warned.

Only then did Chu Han regain his senses. Upon reflection, she was right—his rapid advancement left his foundation shaky. Even if he reached the Half-Step Sovereign realm, he would still be no match for a full Sovereign.

A wave of shock and cold sweat washed over him. Hastily, he thanked Emerald. Only now did he truly appreciate the benefit of having her by his side—an ever-present reminder and guide in his cultivation. Though their relationship was one of cooperation, it was mutually beneficial.

“It seems I must stabilize my foundation next. I wonder when the Taiyi Sect will be ready. I’m already eager to go,” Chu Han said, clenching his fists with a determined smile. His thoughts turned to Yang Rong, the pitiful woman, and an intense loathing for the treacherous Taiyi Sect grew within him.

He pushed open the door of the secret chamber and stepped outside, only to find Zhang Fang and other senior members of the Wind God Sect waiting at the entrance, their expressions filled with surprise. Why were they all waiting here?

“Chu Han, you’ve finally come out. Something terrible has happened—Leng Ye has been captured by the Wolf Clan,” Zhang Fang said, guilt heavy in his voice.

Chu Han paused, stunned. He had only been cultivating, yet such a grave event had occurred. And despite the crisis, they had time to wait here instead of searching for Leng Ye. What were they waiting for?

“You’ve been cultivating for three days and nights. Just yesterday, Leng Ye was captured, accompanied by the Nine Poison Sorceress. I went to pursue but was driven back. The Nine Poison Sorceress is already halfway into the Dragon Transformation realm—a terrifying strength. I was powerless. We must wait for you to emerge before deciding how to proceed,” Zhang Fang shook his head.

Knowing Chu Han’s thoughts, Zhang Fang hurried to explain that Leng Ye was his granddaughter, and he was equally worried. However, the Nine Poison Sorceress’s deadly power filled him with dread. Though they were at similar realms, he couldn’t land a single strike on her and was overwhelmed by her toxic gas. In a life-or-death battle, he would be no match for her.

Hearing this, Chu Han was shocked to learn he had been cultivating for three days and nights without feeling it. Moreover, it was Liu Qingli herself who had taken Leng Ye away. Even a master of the Dragon Transformation realm would find it difficult to seize someone from her grasp.

“I will pursue them. Which direction did they go?” Chu Han said resolutely. He was unafraid of facing Liu Qingli. Even if she had been brainwashed and lost her memory, he believed she would never forget him. His mind drifted to the Liu Qingli of his past life and the sacrifices she made for him, filling him with mixed emotions.

No matter what, the calamity that befell Liu Qingli must never be repeated on Leng Ye. He must confront Liu Qingli and rescue her.

The others hurriedly tried to dissuade him. The Nine Poison Sorceress was terrifying, and even Zhang Fang was no match for her. If Chu Han rushed in, it would be a death sentence. No matter how much Chu Han insisted, they refused to agree.

“Leng Ye was captured because of me. The hatred between me and the Wolf Clan cannot be resolved quickly. I must bring Leng Ye back, no matter what you say. Tell me their direction. Stay here to guard. I’m afraid this is a diversion by the Wolf Clan,” Chu Han said irritably, snapping at the buzzing voices around his ears. His cold gaze swept over everyone, startling them into silence.

“Alright, they went northeast. But according to intelligence, they don’t seem in a hurry. They’re moving slowly, as if waiting for someone. You should still have time if you hurry,” Zhang Fang said, knowing he couldn’t dissuade Chu Han. He also found Chu Han’s suspicion reasonable—if the Wolf Clan had found their stronghold, they likely had another agenda.

Chu Han nodded and dashed downstairs. Mounting a horse, he galloped fiercely toward the northeast. His face was grim; he would never allow Leng Ye to face danger again. The Wolf Clan dared to strike at those close to him repeatedly—he would not forgive them.

An hour later, he entered the forest and indeed sensed Leng Ye’s aura. Their slow pace confirmed they were waiting for someone.

“Who exactly are you? Why have you captured me? I bear no grudge against you,” Leng Ye said, tightly bound and seated on horseback. Liu Qingli led the horse slowly forward, ignoring Leng Ye’s words as if they meant nothing to her.

Chu Han listened intently, stealthily approaching. He saw the three moving slowly ahead. Seeing Liu Qingli’s now unrecognizable face, his heart ached deeply.

At that moment, Chu Han sprang into action. Taking advantage of Liu Qingli’s momentary distraction, he suddenly charged forward, wielding his Thunderblade to cut Leng Ye’s ropes. Freeing her was paramount—rescuing Leng Ye was his primary mission.

Before he could touch the ropes, Liu Qingli turned around and unleashed a poisonous gas that surged toward Chu Han’s body. If Chu Han cut the ropes, he would be exposed to the poison. Gritting his teeth, he abandoned the rescue and retreated to evade the toxic cloud.

He finally understood why Liu Qingli had been moving so slowly—she was waiting for reinforcements to arrive so they could ambush and weaken the Wind God Sect. Any diminishment in the strength of the three great sects was good news for the Wolf Clan, for masters were not easily cultivated.

“It’s you?” Liu Qingli spoke—the first time Chu Han had heard her voice since seeing her. Her tone was unchanged, but paired with her demeanor, it unsettled him.

Liu Qingli recognized him immediately. They had once clashed at a Wolf Clan outpost. Surprised by his arrival, Liu Qingli sneered coldly, “Defeated one, you still dare challenge me? Very well, today you will witness the power of the Nine Poison Sorceress.”

A purple sword appeared in her hand, resembling a venomous serpent, thrusting toward Chu Han’s chest.

Her speed was not fast, but at the instant she struck, countless poisonous vapors erupted from the ground, shrouding her form in a dense mist.

Holding his breath, Chu Han was blinded by the thick poison, unable to sense her position within. Panic stirred as he steadily retreated.

Suddenly, Liu Qingli appeared before him, the sword piercing his chest. Fortunately, Chu Han’s reflexes were sharp; he caught the sword immediately, preventing it from plunging too deep.