Chapter 4

Yeyun looked around in disbelief. The Demon Beast Valley was still shrouded in black mist, but he found that he could see everything clearly without relying on the Micro Light Technique. Although the black mist appeared in his line of sight, it had no effect at all, being directly penetrated by his gaze.

The female Ice Soul Snow Snake was almost torn in half and fell to one side, while the male snake, which had almost taken Yeyun's life, was now stiff and lifeless, falling to the side.

"What's going on?"

Yeyun felt the change in his eyesight. Within a hundred meters, everything was as clear as if illuminated by sunlight, and there were no more wounds on his body. A kind of unprecedented energy was flowing within him.

With a light tap of his right hand, his entire body shot forward, leaping several yards high. His body became incredibly light, and the wind rushed into his ears, allowing him to hear the faint chirping of insects a kilometer away.

Yeyun felt the incredible changes in his body, then raised his eyebrows and struck a nearby ancient tree.

Boom!

A loud noise echoed as the ancient tree, which required three people to encircle it, was punched through with a large hole.

The unbelievable spiritual energy surging within him was far beyond what should be possible at the third level of the Body Tempering stage, at least ten times more powerful.

Yeyun stood there in shock, then suddenly turned, stomped his feet, and shot up. Another loud noise followed, and a tree on the right was directly shattered into two pieces.

"How can this be? What exactly happened?"

Yeyun stood dumbfounded on the grass of the second level of the Demon Beast Valley, staring intently at his fists, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

"My realm is still the third level of the Body Tempering stage, but my strength has increased by more than ten times. My current spiritual energy can probably match the explosive power of a fifth-level Inner Breath stage expert after compressing their spiritual energy through inner breathing. It's truly unbelievable."

Yeyun carefully recalled everything that had happened. He clearly remembered being attacked by the two Ice Soul Snow Snakes and the moment when he and the female snake perished together, a black and white light descended from the sky, seemingly landing on his body, followed by a blurry scene that he now couldn't remember at all.

"Could it be that this black and white light changed my constitution?" Yeyun took a deep breath, feeling the changes within his body. However, apart from the surging spiritual energy, he couldn't sense any other abnormalities.

"Could it be that even the heavens felt my unwillingness and bestowed a divine miracle to change my life?"

Yeyun's gaze pierced through the mist, overlooking the ancient trees dozens of yards high, as if trying to see through the sky.

...

On the square at the entrance of the Outer Courtyard, Liu Daolie stood with a cold smile before a group of young men.

"Did you understand what I said? Newcomers to our Miscellaneous Service Outer Courtyard must hand over 70% of their cultivation spirit stones each month. After six months, if their performance is good, they only need to hand over 50%, and after a year, if they are satisfactory, they only need to hand over 20%. If you think these rules are unfair, you can be transferred to the Spirit Beast Tower."

"Yes, we heard!" The new disciples, intimidated by Liu Daolie's authority, were mostly trembling with fear, let alone anger.

"Hmm, very good. You are teachable!" Liu Daolie nodded in satisfaction.

In the crowd, a thin young man raised his head to look at Liu Daolie, his eyes full of anger.

"Hey, you're Shen Mo, right? Do you have any objections?" Liu Daolie's smile faded, and he looked at the young man coldly.

"Skimming off cultivation spirit stones is a major taboo in the sect." The thin young man, Shen Mo, gritted his teeth and said coldly.

"Major taboo? You can seek justice from the senior masters above." Liu Daolie laughed, waving his hand back, "New disciples challenging senior masters, go to the Spirit Beast Tower for a few months of reflection first."

Two disciples with cold expressions walked toward Shen Mo.

The surrounding miscellaneous service disciples looked on with pity. The Spirit Beast Tower was a place of certain death for miscellaneous service disciples, let alone new disciples who might not even have mastered the basic cultivation techniques.

Shen Mo's thin shoulders trembled slightly, his face pale, but his eyes were full of defiance, and he didn't utter a single word of pleading.

"Liu Daolie, do you really think you can act as you please forever?"

At this moment, a clear and cold voice came from not far behind.

"Huh?" Liu Daolie was taken aback, turning his head to look, his eyes instantly filled with a cold light: "I thought it was someone else. You, who have been missing for three days, even missed the gathering of herbs on Tianzhu Peak, actually dare to show up. Now that you're here, let's send you to the Spirit Beast Tower together!"

Three days? I've been missing for three days? The baptism of the black and white light made me unconscious for three whole days?

Yeyun walked over step by step. The black and white light not only changed his constitution but also the fearless aura emitted by the two figures facing the endless golden tide of armored divine soldiers completely changed his mindset, giving him a strong feeling that he no longer wanted to be timid and submissive. Even if he died, he wanted to fight for a world of his own!

The two disciples of Liu Daolie immediately ignored Shen Mo and fiercely rushed toward Yeyun.

Yeyun smiled coldly, and spiritual energy surged within him like a tide.

Boom! Boom!

Two muffled sounds echoed as the two figures were sent flying, landing heavily and splattering blood on the square.

Silence fell, and a pin could be heard dropping!

No one expected such an outcome. Over the years, Liu Daolie had relied on his cultivation and the relationships with some senior masters in the sect, acting with impunity. Who dared to openly defy him?

Moreover, many of the surrounding miscellaneous service disciples were well aware of Yeyun's cultivation. Before this, Yeyun could never have been a match for either of the two, let alone knock them both down in one move!

Liu Daolie's eyes widened in disbelief. This power even made him feel immense pressure.

Yeyun glanced at him coldly, then turned to Shen Mo and said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Shen Mo shook his head, looking somewhat shy, completely different from the angry look he had just given Liu Daolie.

"Good, you step aside for a moment. I have some old scores to settle with Liu Daolie." Yeyun said.

"Okay!" Shen Mo became excited and said, "Senior Brother Yeyun, be careful."

Liu Daolie's face turned extremely dark, as these two completely ignored him.

"Yeyun, let me remind you, the rules here are not set by me alone, and the spirit stones here are not something I alone can consume." He said in an icy tone.

Yeyun, of course, understood Liu Daolie's meaning.

But since he had already decided to do this, why would he still think about those things?

Yeyun did not respond, just took a deep breath and took a step forward.

With this step, he looked into the distance at the palace in the mist behind Liu Daolie, inexplicably feeling that he had merged with some of the auras of the two black and white figures.

A pride that was hard to describe in words emanated from his body.

Liu Daolie's gaze turned completely cold.

His hands trembled, and his body emitted a sound like popping beans, crackling.

He was a fourth-level Body Tempering stage martial artist, with his skills already trained to the internal organs. His skin and flesh were tough, and a layer of membrane under the skin could resist damage. His blood was refined and filled with spiritual energy. His bones were hard yet flexible. At this moment, his entire aura was different, standing out among the miscellaneous service disciples like a crane among chickens.

"Yeyun, you first delayed the gathering of herbs, and now you provoke trouble and injure a senior. I will not violate the sect's rules by killing you." His voice cut into the ears of every miscellaneous service disciple present like a knife.

"Why is Yeyun doing this? He's too impulsive."

"Even if his cultivation has improved, the spirit stones Liu Daolie skims off are mostly used to show respect to the senior masters on Tianzhu Peak. Even if he can win now, he will definitely have a miserable end."

"Among us, Yeyun's cultivation is relatively outstanding, with a good chance of becoming an outer disciple. Now he has cut off his own future."

The surrounding miscellaneous service disciples whispered, pitying and helpless, thinking Yeyun was doomed.

"Big Brother Ye, be careful." Shen Mo took a deep breath but did not take a single step back.

"I didn't expect that among these people, you, the weakest, would have the most courage." Yeyun smiled with a sigh, raising his hand to pat his head, a blush rising to Shen Mo's cheeks.

"I'll give you a chance, you go first." Liu Daolie stood firm, his aura reaching its peak.

Yeyun glanced at him coldly, "Since you're eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

Suddenly, he stomped his feet, and his entire body shot forward like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

"Hmph!"

Liu Daolie coldly snorted, slightly parting his feet and chopping out a palm.

"Mountain Splitting Hand."

The Mountain Splitting Hand was a martial technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect's outer disciples. Although it was a low-level technique, it was something the miscellaneous service disciples, who had only learned a few basic techniques, could not resist.

"Roaring Tiger in the Mountain!"

Yeyun had never learned any low-level techniques. The Roaring Tiger in the Mountain was a move from the basic Tiger Fist technique that all miscellaneous service disciples had to learn. It had no special features, just a straightforward, hard-hitting, force-on-force move.

Bang!

A fist and a palm collided fiercely, and a figure was sent flying, crashing into a stone pillar on the right side of the square and falling heavily.

On the square, Yeyun stood like a mountain, unmoving, coldly looking at the fallen Liu Daolie, his eyes full of mockery and disdain.

Everyone was stunned, no one expected such an outcome.

Blood trickled from the corner of Liu Daolie's mouth as he struggled to get up but fell again, his limbs weak. He still couldn't believe what had just happened. How could he have been the one sent flying when their fists and palms met?

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. It must be an illusion, an illusion!

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed as Liu Daolie slapped himself hard, then covered his cheek, his eyes full of shock.

He finally believed that everything before him was real; he had been sent flying by Yeyun's punch.

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