Chapter 7: Freakish Cultivation Speed

  Everyone's gaze was fixed on that thin figure, almost in a daze, and for a moment, the entire courtyard fell silent.

  "Remember, whoever bullies Lan next time will end up like her!" With a look of disgust at the bloodstains on the floor, those dark eyes slowly swept over the surrounding slaves, and Ye Chen's mouth curled up in a cold smile as he spoke softly.

  A chill ran through everyone's heart in an instant, and at that moment, everyone seemed to have died once and come back to life, with cold sweat instantly drenching their entire body.

  All the slaves suddenly knelt down to the ground, heavily knocking their heads, and their entire body trembled violently, cold sweat constantly dripping from their cheeks. It was only then that they suddenly realized that the young man standing in front of them, although a waste, was also the master who controlled their fate.

  Being overly low-key may bring temporary peace, but being too low-key will lead to the rampant behavior of petty people. After slowly scanning the surroundings, Ye Chen slowly turned around and walked towards Lan Gou, who was also a bit stunned.

  Long eyelashes still had a few tears, thin lips were completely colorless, the emaciated figure was weakly swaying in the wind, at this moment, Ye Chen suddenly realized that Lan's aunt who had taken care of him for decades was slowly getting old.

  "Let's go, Lan!" A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth. At this moment, he used the bloodstains on the ground to tell the world that the spirited and proud Ye Chen from back then had returned. No matter how many years had passed, a master would always be a master upon their return. Dust could cover up the chill of a sword, but it couldn't conceal the sharpness of its blade.

  That smile was just like the confident smile three years ago. At this moment, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally fell, dropping onto the white cuff of her sleeve.

  Tears fell ceaselessly as Lan's head was buried in Ye Chen's jet-black hair, her tears soaking his locks to the core, yet still showing no signs of abating. Ye Chen supported Lan, who wept like a child, and walked slowly towards the dilapidated courtyard.

  The sun sets in the west, and the slave slowly raises his head to gaze at that figure, remaining silent for a long time.

  In the old bungalow, Ye Chen comforted Lan's mother before slowly returning to his own room.

  The glow flew out of the ring and landed beside the bed, transforming into a fire qilin. Its copper bell-like eyes stared at Ye Chen, teasingly saying: "Youngster, why didn't you kill that woman earlier? With your skills, I wouldn't think you had any mercy!"

  He slightly shrugged his shoulders, Ye Chen's eyes were slightly dazed, and he jumped onto that simple bed, saying lightly: "Xiao Huo, we are big men, why bother with a little girl!"

  Hu Qilin didn't dare to look at Ye Chen with one eye. Many women had died at the hands of this little boy in their past lives. Ye Chen smiled mysteriously and sat cross-legged on the flat bed in the corner, his eyes slightly closed, his face calm and peaceful. A visible red airflow flowed into his body through his mouth and nose.

  The red airflow slowly flowed along the original path of Fengshen's decision, eventually pouring into the Dan crystal inside Ye Chen's body. The originally dull and lightless surface of the Dan crystal also flashed a red glow, and a hissing sound came from Ye Chen's body, like the sound of flames burning. However, Ye Chen did not notice that the wind spirit energy was gradually merging with the blood, constantly driving the true energy to surge into the true crystal.

  If one listened carefully, they could even hear the blood flowing through Ye Chen's body, a faint sound like the rustling of the wind.

  Cultivation, in the midst of diligent and ascetic practice, time slowly passes by. The sunlight shining through the window gradually weakens, and the scorching temperature also slowly drops.

  For nearly three years, no matter how hard Ye Chen cultivated, he couldn't break through the sixth layer of Initial Martial Arts. Now that he has finally broken through, Ye Chen is gradually revealing his crazy side, locking himself in his room for half a month without going out, venting all the frustration of the past three years on his cultivation.

  Half a month passed, and Ye Chen spent most of his time cultivating with his head down, while the rest of his attention was focused on the yellow-grade martial skills he had snatched from that young man.

  In a certain courtyard within Luoxia City, a young man held an ordinary iron sword and swung it continuously. The sword was light, without any momentum, gentle as a breeze.

  The withered leaves on the ground were rolled up, flying all over the sky. The young man closed his eyes tightly and quickly recalled the key points of swordsmanship. His right hand held the sword, and the autumn wind blew away the withered leaves that were flying all over the sky. The young man's figure moved, like a butterfly dancing in a flower cluster. His steps were light and effortless, without any stiffness. The entire step looked chaotic at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it conformed to a certain rule, constantly changing.

  The sword in the young man's hand seemed to have no weight, swinging freely, with a series of wind sounds responding to the movement of the sword tip. The extremely sharp sword energy overflowed from the sword body, and the entire forest was filled with sword energy. The surrounding air was forced to the outer edge of the courtyard, forming a vacuum zone around the young man as its center. However, the young man had an easy-going expression on his face.

  The sword in his hand changed its momentum, abandoning the gentleness of just now and becoming completely masculine. The withered leaves around him were actually crushed by the overflowing sword energy. His feet slightly jumped, jumping into mid-air, the sword in his hand quickly danced, the sword energy rapidly compressed, forming a dense layer of sword energy that burst out of the sword and shot straight at the ground.

  A sword scar over a meter deep appeared, and the withered leaves next to it were crushed into dust and scattered in the courtyard. A flash of sharpness swept across from the depths of his eyes, adding a few points of spirituality to the young man!

  "Half a month ago, I was still at the fifth level of initial martial arts, but now I've reached the eighth level. Hehe, if I were to say this out loud, those geniuses would probably feel inferior too! Xiao Huo, it seems that so-called geniuses are nothing special after all!"

  Young man, Ye Chen had naturally been awakened to his bloodline and for several dozen days, he had been continuously cultivating his martial skills and sword energy in this courtyard. Now, he was already fully accomplished.

  Ordinary people need at least half a year to achieve minor success in cultivating Huang Jie Wu Ji, and it takes years of accumulation day and night to reach major success. However, there are also a few geniuses with exceptional talent who can cultivate to major success within half a year. But those like Ye Chen who achieved major success in just half a month are extremely rare.

  However, there is one thing that still troubles Ye Chen, and that is the problem of his cultivation method. Originally, the Wind God's Art was a wind-attribute cultivation method, but now Ye Chen has awakened to fire-attribute. Two different attributes, Ye Chen can cultivate up to now is already a kind of miracle, but after reaching the first level of Wuji, this flaw slowly appears.

  Luckily, the first part of Feng Shen Jue's Gong Fa is suitable for any attribute warrior at the initial Wu level, otherwise Ye Chen would have no way to cultivate his Gong Fa by now.

  A hint of joy flashed in the dark, profound eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly rose as he said to the Fire Kirin who was snoring on one side: "Little Fire, let's go!"

  Looking at the lazy Fire Qilin, Ye Chen was so angry that he couldn't help but feel disappointed. He had originally placed his hopes for the cultivation method on it, but unexpectedly, it innocently said that the cultivation method of the Fire Qilin could only be touched upon when one reached the Wu Jing boundary. Now, Ye Chen could only place his hopes on the library of the Ye family.

  The lazy yawned and the Fire Qilin transformed into a red light that shot into the ring. In response, Ye Chen could only smile wryly and then walked out of the door, pushing it open.

  It's been months since I last stepped into the courtyard. The surroundings are as they always were, with autumn winds blowing gently and the faint scent of flowers filling my nostrils. I greedily take in a few more breaths, feeling invigorated. Leisurely strolling along the winding stone path, I slowly make my way towards the library pavilion.

  Past those glittering pavilions, a burst of girlish laughter floated towards me, the airy and gentle sound of her laughter was as pleasant as celestial music.

  A young girl, slender and elegant, wearing a blouse with puffed sleeves and a light green skirt with scattered flowers. A hint of nostalgia flashed in Ye Chen's eyes as he gazed at the girl, who was his childhood playmate and cousin. She had always admired him greatly since they were young, but after the Blood Awakening three years ago, Ye Wanyi's visits became less frequent, until now it had been months since they last met, and it seemed normal to Ye Chen.

  Ye Wan'er had already distanced herself, and Ye Chen didn't have any thoughts of her in his mind. Occasionally, he would think of her and chuckle to himself, for that was the reality of the world from his past life. What more could be expected in this world where strength was revered and the weak were preyed upon?

  After a slight pause, Ye Wannier also seemed to notice Ye Chen, but didn't intend to greet him. A hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes as she looked at Ye Chen, but ultimately remained silent and hastily walked past him with another girl by her side.

  In the instant when Ye Wan'er brushed past him, Ye Chen seemed to hear a faint sigh, and then saw Ye Wan'er walk by his side, that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, as a light fragrance gradually dissipated.

  Soft sunlight spilled on the gradually disappearing figure, Ye Chen's face flashed a hint of mockery, lightly shook his head, and withdrew his gaze without any lingering attachment.

  Ye Wannier, you really look down on me like that. You think I'm destined to be a useless piece of trash who can't awaken my bloodline, someone who will amount to nothing in life.

  Trash, unfortunately, you will be disappointed. I, Ye Chen, will not only grasp the entire Ye family but also surpass the entire world.

  A flush of pride on his face, he straightened his back and gazed indifferently at the beautiful figure in front of him. He casually plucked a leaf from a tree, brought it to his mouth, and nibbled on it gently, allowing the faint bitterness to spread in his mouth. He strolled leisurely along the winding stone path.