Chapter 125: Departure for the Eastern District, Qianye
Ning Ling looked at the suddenly appearing Star Rod floating in midair, a deep look of regret washing over his face as he silently cursed himself.
"Damn it, why did I have to be so careless with my words again..."
“Bang!”
Before he could finish his inner curse, the rod struck him—not too hard, but enough to cause pain.
That pain seeped deep into his bones!
“Ugh!”
“Ni... Senior Brother Ning, is he dead?”
“Bah, what nonsense are you talking about? Go check if Senior Brother still has a pulse...”
“......”
The man rolled his eyes at the one who had just spoken and swiftly moved toward Ning Ling.
His right hand deftly reached out to Ning Ling’s nose, then pressed onto his chest. Suddenly, he let out a long breath.
“Senior Brother... he’s not dead.”
“Nonsense. Do you think someone like me, Ye, is heartless and cruel? I said this was a spar, and that’s exactly what it is. After all, I, Ye, am very magnanimous.”
“Cough, cough... then help me up so I can recuperate...” Ning Ling weakly lay on the ground, looking at the disciple with a disappointed expression, as if lamenting their incompetence.
How could he be so unlucky, always running into such troublesome juniors? Ning Ling’s face was the picture of despair.
“Senior Brother is calling for you all, what are you waiting for?” Ye Jiuyao scolded sharply. The man picked up Ning Ling and ran off.
“You... you... you, and you, just now calling me ‘Ye Pin-Eye’—I, Ye Jiuyao, am a tolerant and magnanimous person. When you say things like that, it pains me deeply, so...” Ye Jiuyao paused mid-sentence, all eyes turning toward him. Those who had been singled out turned pale.
This was bad...
“You’re lucky that I, Ye, have time today to teach you a lesson.”
The vital energy in Ye Jiuyao’s dantian quivered like a startled dragon. The swirling energy churned the air, and with a sudden move, he seized them!
“Come here!”
Ye Jiuyao’s low command resounded as the energy in his hand lifted several men onto the arena. Their faces fell as if mourning the death of a loved one.
“Senior Brother Ye, please go easy on us, I’m afraid of pain...”
“Don’t worry, I, Ye, have a good temper and never hold grudges. When I say I’m guiding you, I mean I’m guiding you!”
“......”
Their faces turned even paler. This guy had no intention of letting them off. Just a moment ago, he’d said the same thing—Ning Ling was now barely clinging to life.
They knew they were no match for Ning Ling; one Ning Ling could easily crush a hundred of them, let alone someone like Ye Jiuyao.
“Nine Nether Wild Heaven Palm!”
“Catch this, I’m giving you a chance to break through. If you don’t catch it, don’t blame Senior Brother. After all, my good temper is known throughout the cultivation world.”
Ye Jiuyao emphasized his “good temper” once again, but the men’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably; their vital energy rebelled within them.
“Fall!”
The enormous palm above the void thundered down like a bolt of lightning, descending instantly like an extension of his arm.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar filled the air as the destructive palm crashed down. The men, facing this overwhelming force, shut their eyes, bracing for death.
“Sigh... how dull. Meeting a bunch of talkative losers like you—I thought you’d fight tooth and nail, but I’m sorely disappointed!”
Ye Jiuyao waved his hand, dissipating the massive palm, then stood with hands behind his back, a look of disappointment on his face. Suddenly, he pushed off the ground like a cannonball and shot forward.
“Phew... that was close.”
“Good thing I was afraid to die and didn’t fight back, or this Ye Pin-Eye would’ve...”
“Sigh... didn’t your mother teach you not to talk behind others’ backs?”
Suddenly, Ye Jiuyao’s voice exploded.
“Nine Nether Wild Heaven Palm!”
The giant palm formed again without hesitation, slamming down and sending the disciple sprawling on the arena floor.
“Why the hell did I have to be so careless with my words...”
The man lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face, hopelessly looking at the others with regret.
The rest fell silent, exchanging fearful glances as they watched Ye Jiuyao’s departing direction with deep reverence.
This was the awe of the weak before the strong!
Survival of the fittest was the truth here.
As long as your fists were bigger, no one dared to argue. Ye Jiuyao existed precisely as such a figure.
...
“My temper is this good, yet I still lost control. That means their words crossed the line, so I was unhappy. I must learn to restrain myself in the future.”
Ye Jiuyao reflected on himself, wearing an expression of full awareness. Then he sat cross-legged again and resumed his cultivation.
Vast streams of vital energy flowed into Ye Jiuyao’s body like a mountain brook. The Sleep Food Technique activated, but the energy did not consolidate in his dantian.
Instead, it coursed through his limbs and bones. Ye Jiuyao felt no surprise, for this cultivation trained the entire body.
If it didn’t strengthen the whole body, it wouldn’t be called cultivation—it would be mere exercise. So the terrifying energy instantly coagulated, spreading in all directions.
The vital energy flowed through his extraordinary meridians, filling him with a surging power.
“Go!”
Ye Jiuyao shot out a finger, the vital energy following immediately. In an instant, it exploded.
“Boom!”
A terrifying force burst forth inside the cave dwelling, creating a dreadful power that was quickly dissipated by the cave’s existing energies, preventing further spread.
Only a blackened hole remained on the cave wall.
“This cave dwelling... not bad!”
Ye Jiuyao praised, then resumed his cultivation.
His skin and blood vessels throbbed beneath the surface—not crimson, but a pearl-white hue.
This was the manifestation of vital energy condensing and circulating beneath the skin, expanding the power of his blood vessels. Since his dantian could no longer contain it, his entire vascular and skeletal system would now serve as the reservoir—no more problems.
As the energy circulated faster, Ye Jiuyao’s face grew fiercer. His blood vessels bulged, his flesh tensed to the extreme.
Still unsatisfied, he compressed the vital energy repeatedly, forming condensed power that relentlessly assaulted his extraordinary meridians.
Several hours passed.
A thick layer of black, viscous substance appeared on Ye Jiuyao’s skin, exuding a foul stench that made one’s stomach turn.
“Enough. Let’s see how the martial gathering goes.”
Ye Jiuyao’s eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing a look of sudden insight. He rose and headed toward the cave entrance.
He went straight to the practice arena, where White Brow was already waiting, watching the disciples of the Qianye Sect arriving one after another without the slightest emotion.
Until...
Ye Jiuyao appeared.
“My good disciple, you’re here?”
“Hmm.”
Ye Jiuyao replied indifferently.
“Haha... the weather’s great today. Wait a bit longer, then we head to the Qianye Sect in the Eastern District. Every year, they dominate the martial gathering in District Four. This time, we’ll break their momentum for sure!”
“My good disciple, we’re counting on you.”
“I, Ye Jiuyao, stand by my word. What I say, I do.”
Not long after, everyone was assembled. Ning Ling looked at Ye Jiuyao with some fear and instinctively stood beside White Brow.
“Move out, to the Qianye Sect in the Eastern District!”
With White Brow’s command, the group began to sprint forward.