Limitless Evolution: I Have Infinite Potential.

"Hahaha, this feels incredible!" Li Wujie laughed heartily as he swung his long sword, cutting down the Ghost Commanders around him without hesitation.

"Kill this bastard!" the purple-haired Ghost Commander roared, brandishing a trident that radiated a chilling wind, thrusting it toward him with lethal force.

The other Ghost Commanders immediately unleashed their deadly techniques, waves of malevolent energy rising like a storm, blotting out the sky and suffocating the battlefield.

Boom!

Nine waves of dark, sinister energy collided with Li Wujie. His expression shifted, realizing he was dangerously overextending.

"Maybe it's time to use my Frenzied Demon Bloodline," Li Wujie thought, gritting his teeth as a crimson gleam crept into his eyes.

Swish!

Suddenly, scorching heat filled the air as countless blue flames radiating a divine aura burst forth.

"Green Jade Liuli Fire!"

Hong Qianye flicked his sleeve, and the surging blue flames instantly cut off the Ghost Commanders' assault.

"Aaaah!" Six mid-level Great Ascension Ghost Commanders screamed in agony as their bodies were engulfed by the flames, vanishing into nothing within moments.

"Human man, I'll make you pay with your life!" the purple-haired Ghost Commander roared in rage, raising his trident high as a wave of malicious energy surged into the sky.

The malevolent aura from the trident darkened the heavens, making it feel as if a cataclysm was descending.

As a peak Great Ascension cultivator, if the purple-haired Ghost Commander unleashed his full power here, it would be disastrous for the Great Zhou.

Cold sweat trickled down Li Wujie's face as he swiftly retreated, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes as he glanced at the Ghost Commander.

"Haha, getting scared now? Too late! You and that stubborn man are both going to die!" the two other late-stage Great Ascension Ghost Commanders sneered, believing victory was within reach.

"Tsk!" Li Wujie clicked his tongue and withdrew several hundred meters.

As expected, an overwhelming and terrifying force suddenly erupted, sending a chill through everyone present.

Hong Qianye's hair whipped wildly in the wind, his expression icy, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

His cold, emotionless voice echoed across the battlefield, dripping with bloodlust.

"Die, you insects!"

With a casual wave of his hand, endless black flames poured forth, carrying an aura of absolute annihilation as they swept toward the Ghost Commanders.

"No…!" The two late-stage Great Ascension Ghost Commanders shrieked in terror, their faces pale as the black flames swallowed them whole.

"What is this?!" the purple-haired Ghost Commander's face contorted in horror. Desperately, he thrust his trident forward.

Sizzle.

Countless dark purple bolts of lightning crackled from the weapon, each packed with devastating power.

An eerie sight unfolded.

The bolts struck the black flames only to be devoured instantly.

"Impossible!" The Ghost Commander's face went ashen, terror stripping away his will to fight. He turned to flee.

But it was far too late.

The black flames engulfed him, rapidly consuming his flesh, blood, and very soul — the pain beyond description.

"Ahhhhhh!"

His anguished screams echoed, but within seconds, even his voice disappeared as his body was completely obliterated.

The remaining ghostly forces met the same fate, one by one devoured by the black inferno. Only the howling wind remained over the silent battlefield.

The soldiers of Great Zhou stared in disbelief, fear gripping their hearts as they looked at the fiery figure in red.

"The Red Fairy is truly otherworldly," the Crown Prince muttered under his breath, struggling to find words.

"Why do I feel like she's more like a demon king than a fairy?" a commander whispered, only to be elbowed sharply by a nearby officer who motioned for him to shut up.

At that moment, Hong Qianye's expression softened slightly. With a cold, mocking smile, he murmured,

"Clueless fools seeking death."

He turned and glanced at the distant Li Wujie, who said nothing and prepared to report back.

Li Wujie let out a long sigh.

"Once Brother Hong goes berserk, no one at our level can stop him… As expected of Master's number one disciple!"

An idea suddenly crossed his mind. His grip on his sword tightened, a crazed grin spreading across his face.

"Heh, if we sparred, I could finally go all out against him…"

"Hmm?"

Hong Qianye felt a sudden chill and turned sharply. Seeing Li Wujie sneaking up behind him, he frowned in confusion.

"Was I imagining things?"

When they finally reached the Kunpeng, both of them bowed.

"Master, according to your orders, everything has been handled."

But there was no response.

Li Wujie's heart skipped a beat.

"Crap… is Master upset?"

What is this guy doing now? Hong Qianye cautiously raised his head — then nearly lost it.

Ahead, a handsome young man was sprawled lazily on a recliner, eyes covered by a sky-blue mask, fast asleep and drooling slightly. He was completely unbothered, as though the battle and carnage never existed.

"Master, wake up," Bai Xiaoxi called softly.

Ye Junlin stirred, lazily removing his eye mask.

"It's done?"

"Yes, we wiped out the enemy forces!" Hong Qianye gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to rush over and strangle him.

Ye Junlin stretched and casually strolled over, giving each of them a light pat on the shoulder.

"Not bad. Keep up the good work."

Then, straightening his back, he walked away with a relaxed, confident stride.

"Thank you for the praise, Master!" Li Wujie beamed.

Hong Qianye rolled his eyes and silently cursed.

"Weren't you supposed to be the one doing this? How did we end up doing all the work?"

Meanwhile, down below.

The Crown Prince and his men were uneasy.

Suddenly, they saw a black-robed young man approaching, his shoulder-length silver-white hair shimmering like frost, his impossibly handsome face carrying a calm, otherworldly charm.

"Greetings, Venerable Ye!" The Crown Prince gasped, hurriedly bowing.

The others quickly followed suit.

"Greetings, Venerable Ye!"

Ye Junlin smiled faintly.

"Now that the crisis is over, I imagine the Great Zhou will treat me generously?"

The Crown Prince immediately replied with the utmost respect.

"Venerable Ye, you are our most honored guest. The Great Zhou shall entertain you with the highest hospitality!"

Ye Junlin gave a small nod.

Truthfully, he had descended mainly to experience the local customs.

The group flew together toward the capital, where news of the ghost army's destruction had already spread.

The streets erupted with cheers, the citizens overjoyed.

"Look, it's Venerable Ye! They say he crushed the ghost army!" a tea shop owner exclaimed.

"Venerable Ye, allow me to bow to you!" Many rushed forward, falling to their knees in reverence.

Praises filled the air, practically lifting Ye Junlin into legend.

Ye Junlin let out a long sigh.

"Sigh, this was clearly my disciples' work. How did the credit fall to me?"

"Ahem…" The Crown Prince coughed awkwardly. Only now did he think to explain?

Li Wujie quickly spoke up.

"Master, our achievements are your achievements!"

Hong Qianye shot him a disdainful glance.

Spineless.

"Little Hong, what's your view?" Ye Junlin asked seriously.

Without hesitation, Hong Qianye replied,

"I believe Junior Brother Li's words are absolutely correct!"

"Good, a disciple worth teaching. I didn't spoil you for nothing," Ye Junlin said, visibly pleased.

At the Imperial Palace, the court officials had been waiting anxiously.

"Welcome, Venerable Ye!"

When they saw the silver-haired young man alongside the Crown Prince, they immediately recognized him and bowed deeply.

This was the man who had once single-handedly wiped out Yuhua Sect's army of a million cultivators. In the Great Zhou, aside from the Emperor himself, there was no equal.

The Crown Prince solemnly announced,

"Venerable Ye, His Majesty awaits you inside."

"Oh?" Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow, sensing a touch of pride in the old man's posture.

At that moment, a deep, dignified voice filled the hall.

"Venerable Ye, forgive me for not greeting you personally. I am unwell."

Ye Junlin stepped into the Great Hall, his expression calm.

Ahead sat a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, seated on the dragon throne. A radiant white aura surrounded him, the unseen force clearly healing his body and stabilizing his state.

This was the current Emperor of Great Zhou.

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