Chapter 43: Cold Air Dispersed

Chu Yang restored the stone to its original state and walked out of the Green Jade Gate. The stone chamber was once again filled with a bone-chilling cold, looking no different from before.

But Chu Yang knew it was different. Although it was still a place where seven yin energies converged, the spiritual energy of the Ninth Tribulation Sword was now missing!

In any place where seven yin energies converge, there must be an extremely cold treasure underground. This was a secret Chu Yang learned in the Upper Three Heavens in his previous life.

Chu Yang had already obtained the Ninth Tribulation Sword, surpassing all other gains, so he had no desire for the treasure that caused the seven yin energies to converge.

Let's leave this bit of primordial energy for the Sky Tower.

But the cold air he absorbed was almost the sum of the cold air that had accumulated in this place over several decades! Although it was absorbed by the Ninth Tribulation Sword, Chu Yang could use it at will, just like his own skills.

This was a special benefit of being the master of the Ninth Tribulation Sword!

Of course, if the Sky Tower were to be destroyed in the future, Chu Yang would definitely come back to take the unknown treasure that caused the seven yin energies to converge, and he wouldn't let it fall into the wrong hands!

When he walked out of the door, he was greatly surprised.

Meng Chaoran still stood there with a calm expression, but... why had the Sect Master become a masked person? And he was wrapped up tightly, with only his eyes visible. Moreover, these eyes seemed to be smaller, just a slit...

As soon as Chu Yang appeared, Meng Chaoran and Wu Yunliang looked at him simultaneously. At first glance, both had a strange feeling: Chu Yang was definitely different from when he went in. But they couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different. It seemed to be a very vague feeling...

At the same time, Wu Yunliang felt Chu Yang was curiously examining him, making his face flush.

"How was it?" Both asked at the same time, in unison.

Chu Yang had been inside for three hours. Both were already amazed beyond measure!

Ordinary disciples who entered the place where seven yin energies converged could only stay for less than half an hour before they had to come out immediately, or they would be frozen to death by the extreme cold!

When they came out, they were shivering all over, with frost on their bodies and faces, looking as if they were on their deathbeds.

But Chu Yang had stayed inside for three hours and came out so calmly!

Both looked at Chu Yang, feeling as if they were seeing a ghost.

Seeing his master and senior uncle staring at him so intently, Chu Yang, not knowing what had happened, subconsciously touched his face. If there were a mirror, his first reaction would be to check if a flower had grown on his face.

Their gazes were too strange.

He naturally didn't know the reaction of entering the place where seven yin energies converged for the first time...

"What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Both asked again, in unison.

"I'm fine." Chu Yang was even more puzzled.

Both exchanged glances, and Chu Yang clearly saw that Wu Yunliang's already narrow eyes suddenly widened!

"Cough, cough, cough... What my senior uncle means is... how is your Seven Yin Absolute Spirit Palm?" Meng Chaoran coughed a few times and asked seriously.

"I haven't checked. But I feel like I absorbed a lot of cold air." Chu Yang said blankly: "Let me try."

Wu Yunliang and Meng Chaoran were both speechless: What did you go in there for?...

Chu Yang focused his energy, deliberately using the cold air now stored in his dantian by the Ninth Tribulation Sword. Instantly, the stone chamber became extremely cold, like the depths of winter. His right hand, which he extended, suddenly turned silver-white.

He clapped his hands, and the cold air was instantly dispersed!

He only used three-tenths of his power!

But Wu Yunliang and Meng Chaoran both widened their eyes!

How could this be? This was almost the fifth level of the Seven Yin Absolute Spirit Palm! This... this was simply unbelievable! The last time they saw him use the Seven Yin Absolute Spirit Palm, there was only a faint cold air, clearly indicating that he had just started, not even reaching the first level!

But now, this cold air was equivalent to reaching the fifth level, which was the equivalent of a sect master disciple's decades of cultivation!

If they knew that Chu Yang had only used three-tenths of the cold air, what would they think?

Both rubbed their eyes, and Meng Chaoran, startled by his own disciple, subtly pinched Wu Yunliang's thigh hard.

Wu Yunliang screamed, as that part was already bruised and purple from being beaten, and now being pinched hard, the pain was excruciating. He jumped up, holding his leg.

"So it wasn't a dream." Meng Chaoran smiled in relief, feeling very happy that his disciple had achieved such success.

"You!..." Wu Yunliang glared at him: "Does your leg hurt?"

"No feeling." Meng Chaoran said nonchalantly: "I just wanted to see if this was real."

"But you pinched my thigh!" Wu Yunliang said angrily.

"We have been as close as brothers for so many years. What's the difference between pinching you and pinching me?" Meng Chaoran laughed heartily, walked up, and patted Chu Yang's shoulder heavily: "Not bad! You've made your master proud!"

Meng Chaoran was usually composed and serious, and such jokes were rare. But now he was so happy that he lost his composure. Wu Yunliang, though his face was full of anger, was inwardly very pleased. He seemed to see the young junior brother who had just entered the mountain gate many years ago, lively and standing in front of him again, and couldn't help but smile.

"You can absorb so much yin cold air, and I can be more at ease when you go out on your own." Meng Chaoran smiled and said to Chu Yang: "But when you reach Iron Cloud, you must be as low-key as possible. Never meddle in other people's affairs just because you have some skills. Especially those hero-saving-beauty situations, avoid them if you can! Beauty is the source of chaos."

Chu Yang solemnly agreed.

Meng Chaoran's words were indeed golden advice. Hero-saving-beauty, where the beauty repays the hero with her body, is something every young martial artist dreams of. But it is also the path to death for many young martial artists.

Those who can openly bully beauties are usually powerful figures; either they themselves are powerful or their families are. If you provoke such people and don't have a strong backing, you will either end up dead or have to wander the world to avoid trouble...

Chu Yang thought to himself that if he were still like those inexperienced young men doing such foolish things... that would truly be a miracle.

"But I still don't understand how you can absorb so much cold air!" Wu Yunliang interjected, his already swollen eyes wide open as he looked at Chu Yang: "You're only a First-Rank Warrior... uh? A First-Rank Warrior?"

Chu Yang opened his eyes innocently: "What's wrong?"

Sect Master Wu Yunliang was stunned. His already wide eyes almost fell out. He remembered that a few days ago, Chu Yang was only a Third-Rank Martial Disciple... how could he have rocketed up in just a few days?

How could so many miracles happen to this kid?

Moreover, even if he were a First-Rank Warrior, after absorbing so much cold air, his blood should have frozen solid. Why was this guy completely fine?

Looking at Chu Yang's innocent face, Wu Yunliang closed his mouth after a while, rolled his eyes, and said dejectedly: "Alright, I won't ask anymore. You can pretend all you want; I hope you can keep up the act in Iron Cloud, that would be good."

"I won't let you down, sir." Chu Yang smiled, looking honest and sincere.

Wu Yunliang was speechless; looking at this guy's honest and simple face, he gritted his teeth: "Whoever believes your face is a complete fool! If they even believe your words... they've probably already been sold."

Meng Chaoran laughed out loud.

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