Chapter 1186: So Impressive

"I am Meng Guang. May I ask your name, young friend?"

"Ye Qing."

"Brother Ye, so young and already at the eighth level of the Heavenly Awakening realm—truly an unparalleled talent! Entering the Moon Howling Sect this time, you will surely receive the sect's full support!"

"I merely had some fortunate encounters in recent years, nothing worth mentioning. But Brother Meng, your foundation is quite solid; I suspect your true strength far exceeds your cultivation level, right?"

Meng Guang looked at Ye Yuan in surprise, inwardly shocked by his keen insight.

He was exceptionally talented, having already comprehended a supreme true intent of the earth element.

Unexpectedly, this young man, whose cultivation was a level lower than his, saw through him at a glance.

This Ye Qing was naturally Ye Yuan, who had infiltrated Maple Moon Imperial City.

Having heard from Gu Yongtang about the Moon Howling Sect's unusual movements, Ye Yuan decided to venture into the tiger's den to investigate.

After all, destroying the Moon Howling Sect was no big deal to him.

But obtaining intelligence on the demon race—that was the top priority.

At present, Ye Yuan still knew too little about the demon race.

At this moment, the hundred or so people were on their way to the Moon Howling Sect. Meng Guang, seeing that Ye Yuan looked approachable, came over to strike up a conversation.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yuan saw through him at a glance.

Meng Guang smiled sheepishly and said, "I, too, had some fortuitous encounters, haha. It's just a pity that my cultivation has probably reached its limit. Fortunately, the Moon Howling Sect's war with the Red Feather Sect led them to relax recruitment restrictions, so at my age, I can still enter the sect!"

Speaking of joining the Moon Howling Sect, Meng Guang's face was full of anticipation.

But in Ye Yuan's eyes, this trip might be one from which they would never return.

The Moon Howling Sect's expanded recruitment surely had ulterior motives.

However, Ye Yuan couldn't say much now; the more people who knew, the lower his mission's success rate.

Once he had investigated the demon race's intelligence, he would naturally destroy the Moon Howling Sect, and these people would be safe.

Chatting with Meng Guang along the way, they soon entered the Moon Howling Sect.

The sect's disciples came and went in a continuous stream, presenting a scene of prosperity. On the surface, nothing seemed amiss.

But in Ye Yuan's eyes, it was a different picture.

His three paths of essence, energy, and spirit were gradually reaching perfection, and the power of his Sun-Moon Heavenly Eye was slowly being unleashed.

The demonic qi hidden within their bodies could not escape Ye Yuan's eyes.

These Moon Howling Sect disciples were all deeply infected with demonic qi; they were no longer normal humans.

The entire Moon Howling Sect, only their batch of newcomers were human.

Ye Yuan carefully observed along the way, memorizing the sect's various locations.

But somehow, ever since entering the Moon Howling Sect, Ye Yuan had a feeling of unease, his heart pounding!

The Formless Realm steward in charge of recruiting new disciples led the group to a side peak, scanned the crowd, and said coldly, "This will be your residence from now on. As of now, you are disciples of the Moon Howling Sect. Since it's a special period, the sect's techniques and martial skills are all open to all disciples free of charge! Starting tomorrow, you must cultivate diligently and serve the sect. Understood?"

"Techniques and martial skills open for free! Haha, the sect is so good to us!"

"I heard the Moon Howling Sect's 'Moon Howling Heavenly Chant Art' is a ninth-grade technique. If I can cultivate that, I'll rise to the top!"

"It seems joining the Moon Howling Sect was indeed a wise decision!"

The steward's words stirred up everyone's emotions.

Seeing their excited expressions, the steward curled his lips.

"These fools, they don't even know death is imminent. Do they really think there's a free lunch in this world?" the steward sneered inwardly.

He scanned the crowd, his gaze stopping on Ye Yuan's face.

Everyone else was excited, but Ye Yuan wore a wooden expression.

His demeanor stood out too conspicuously among the group.

In truth, Ye Yuan wanted to act more convincingly, but he simply couldn't bring himself to wave his arms like the others.

He already had a pile of divine techniques to practice; how could he care about a mere ninth-grade technique?

Besides, acting required talent.

"What? You seem to look down on the sect's techniques?" the steward said, looking at Ye Yuan with a half-smile.

Ye Yuan hadn't expected this guy to suddenly pick on him.

Though he wasn't good at acting, he still had to put on a show.

He slightly bowed and said, "Steward, what are you saying? This disciple just... isn't good at expressing his excitement."

In truth, Ye Yuan felt he had spoken quite sincerely.

But his expression seemed glaring to the steward.

"Hmph, I think you do look down on it! Since that's the case, I'll give everyone a demonstration! As for you... just experience the power of the 'Moon Howling Heavenly Chant Art' well. Don't worry, I'll suppress my palm force to the Heavenly Awakening realm," the steward said with a half-smile.

Hearing this, Meng Guang's expression changed. He quickly bowed and said, "Steward, Brother Ye truly meant no offense. He's just naturally indifferent. I've chatted with him all the way, and he's mostly like this."

Meng Guang meant well, but his stepping forward only made the steward more displeased.

Having been demonized, the steward was already full of aggression. With two people jumping out, he felt the need to assert his authority.

"You two, on your very first day in the sect, do you want to rebel? Do you want me to take back my words? Or... do you want to be expelled on the first day?" the steward said coldly, his face stern.

Seeing Ye Yuan's frail frame, Meng Guang gritted his teeth and said, "If you must demonstrate the technique, I am willing to take that palm in his place!"

Ye Yuan was somewhat surprised. He and Meng Guang were strangers who had only chatted a few times on the road; he hadn't expected him to defend him so fiercely.

But he didn't take this steward seriously at all.

"Steward, this disciple is willing to let you demonstrate the 'Moon Howling Heavenly Chant Art.' It's just... you are powerful, so please go easy on me!" Ye Yuan said.

Seeing this, the steward curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, it's just a demonstration of the technique."

He wouldn't kill Ye Yuan, because these people were needed by higher-ups, but... he planned to have Ye Yuan bedridden for a month.

Meng Guang was greatly alarmed, but Ye Yuan gave him a reassuring look.

Most martial artists were cold; people like Meng Guang were rare.

The others, seeing the steward about to demonstrate the power of a ninth-grade technique, were all as excited as if they had been injected with stimulants.

"Huo..."

The steward activated his technique and struck out with a palm!

"Pfft!"

Ye Yuan forced himself to spit out a mouthful of blood, his body flying straight back.

But the steward himself was also sent flying.

And he flew even farther than Ye Yuan!

Everyone stared in shock. What... was going on?

Ye Yuan struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and sincerely praised, "The steward's palm technique is truly impressive! Our Moon Howling Sect's techniques are indeed formidable!"