Chapter 5

"Ye Yun, not bad, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. Great, either you beat me to death, or kneel down and kowtow to confess, perhaps there might still be a chance for you to survive." Liu Daolie finally came to his senses, but there was no fear in his eyes, only a threatening and intimidating look as he glared fiercely at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun couldn't help but laugh, slowly walked over, and then stepped down.

A loud crack echoed.

His foot landed directly on Liu Daolie's face, a burst of energy and dust scattered, and Liu Daolie's head was crushed to the ground, blood and broken teeth spewing from his mouth.

Ye Yun didn't even look at Liu Daolie under his foot, and laughed, "Uncle Liu, I didn't hear clearly. Why don't you repeat it?"

Liu Daolie's face turned pale, his eyes blazing with anger, and his voice was full of malice: "Fine! But do you dare to kill me?"

Another loud crack echoed.

Ye Yun stomped down again.

"Disciples below the outer sect do not have the power of life and death, violators will be immediately executed, right? But don't try to scare me with such words. Even if I don't kill you, I can still stomp on you like this every day!"

Amidst the cold laughter, Liu Daolie let out a惨call, blood gushed from his mouth again, and he was directly trampled into unconsciousness.

Seeing this, the nearly a hundred miscellaneous disciples who were watching all fell silent, none daring to speak.

Ye Yun's gaze swept over them, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain.

Even if these people had only slightly resisted like himself before, how could Liu Daolie do whatever he wanted?

Comparing the two, Shen Mo, the most frail-looking child, was still an outlier like himself.

"Big Brother Ye, you're amazing!"

Shen Mo's voice came, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes filled with admiration.

Ye Yun felt a warmth in his heart, walked over, and patted his head: "Let's go, Liu Daolie won't let this go. Work hard on your cultivation; in this world, having powerful strength is the guarantee of survival."

"Okay, I remember!" Shen Mo looked at Ye Yun and nodded heavily.

His gaze swept over the silent crowd again, and Ye Yun could see a glimmer of unusual color in some of their eyes, perhaps their courage had not been completely crushed.

Leaving the square, Ye Yun returned to his residence, a dilapidated small house that barely provided shelter from the wind and rain. However, as a miscellaneous disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, everyone's residence had a simple array formation that prevented others from entering at will, providing a certain degree of privacy.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, the spiritual energy in his body surged and circulated continuously with the basic cultivation method of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He could clearly feel that with each cycle, the spiritual energy in his body increased noticeably.

This was simply impossible. Even when he received spirit stones every month and cultivated using the spiritual energy from the spirit stones, he never felt this way.

"What's going on? Did that black and white light not only enhance my strength but also improve my cultivation physique tenfold? But I believe that even a tenfold improvement would not have this effect."

Ye Yun held his breath and focused, looking inward at his body, but still found nothing special.

"Never mind, since heaven has bestowed me this opportunity, I should seize it."

Ye Yun took out the only spirit stone from a bag by the bed.

It was a low-grade spirit stone, emitting a faint white glow, but the stone was impure, clearly of low quality.

Miscellaneous disciples received ten low-grade spirit stones each month for cultivation, which the Heavenly Sword Sect calculated to be just enough for a month's cultivation.

However, these cultivation resources were not directly given to the disciples but distributed through Liu Daolie. Typically, Liu Daolie would withhold a portion, even for a cultivator like Ye Yun, who had reached the third level of the Body Tempering Realm and was considered a skilled practitioner among the miscellaneous disciples, he would still be withheld 20-30%.

The cultivation spirit stones for nearly a thousand people provided Liu Daolie with unimaginable income each month, and the withheld spirit stones would quietly flow back to the higher-ranking uncles and aunts, a dark path within the vast Heavenly Sword Sect.

Cultivators who had not reached the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm could not absorb true spiritual energy from the air; even if they inhaled it, they could hardly refine it. Only after reaching the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, the Inner Breath Realm, could they capture the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through inner breathing, slowly nourishing and refining their bodies.

Apart from this, normal cultivation would not absorb any pure spiritual energy. Therefore, miscellaneous disciples could only cultivate through spirit stones.

However, just now, when Ye Yun was cultivating without using spirit stones, the basic cultivation method circulated, and he actually felt a slow increase in his spiritual energy, which was completely illogical.

What's going on? Could it be that my body has been changed by the black and white light to directly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the air?

If that's the case...

Then, what would be the effect of using a spirit stone to cultivate?

Ye Yun's hands trembled slightly, his heart filled with anticipation. He wanted to know how much effect this unremarkable low-grade spirit stone could bring.

Gripping it lightly in his palm, the basic cultivation method slowly circulated.

As the cultivation method ran, a faint spiritual energy drilled into his arm from his palm, then quickly ascended along his arm and entered his body.

In an instant, Ye Yun felt an incredible spiritual energy circulating in his body, though not abundant, it was extremely pure and easy to absorb. The spiritual energy continuously nourished his body through the meridians, and with each cycle, his spiritual energy clearly increased.

Ye Yun was filled with excitement. He had trained with low-grade spirit stones many times, but never had the spiritual energy been so pure and easy to absorb. Low-grade spirit stones were called low-grade precisely because their spiritual energy was impure and difficult to absorb, and the amount of spiritual energy they contained was insufficient.

However, the low-grade spirit stone in Ye Yun's palm seemed to have been purified tenfold, even dozens of times, and was almost completely absorbed and converted into spiritual energy without any waste.

The only drawback was that the spiritual energy of this low-grade spirit stone seemed to be much less than before, as if it had been purified tenfold, making it easier to absorb and refine, but the quantity was also reduced tenfold.

However, even so, the effect of this low-grade spirit stone was completely different from before, at least several times better. If he cultivated at this speed, with enough spirit stones, Ye Yun believed he could easily break through his current realm, reach the fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm, the Organ Refining Stage, and even comprehend inner breathing, achieving the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, the Inner Breath Stage, meeting the minimum standard for outer sect disciples.

The low-grade spirit stone rapidly dimmed, and in less than two hours, with a light crack, the spirit stone that should have taken two days to absorb and cultivate was reduced to a pile of powder, falling from between Ye Yun's fingers.

"It seems there aren't enough spirit stones!" Ye Yun felt the surging spiritual energy in his body and frowned slightly.

Immediately, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a killing intent unconsciously flashing in his eyes.

His character seemed to have changed greatly after being washed by the black and white light, the previous submissive and low-key nature had disappeared, replaced by decisiveness and determination, a fearless spirit that faced the tide of armies head-on.

Liu Daolie returned to his residence, his internal injuries already suppressed, his face as dark as water. In front of him, six disciples were silent, even trembling slightly.

"Today's incident is not your fault. No one could have expected Ye Yun to be so strong. He must be hiding something. Chen Lin, go to the Spirit Beast Tower and find my senior brother Liu Yu, let him deal with it."

The six disciples at the lower seats slightly relaxed, but at this moment, a mocking and derisive voice came from outside the door: "Uncle Liu, why go to such great lengths?"

Liu Daolie's face changed, and he shouted fiercely: "Activate the restrictions, don't let him in!"