Chapter 51

Ye Jun Tian nodded and walked over.

"Who is this guy?" Just as he was about to sit down, Feng Qingliang's clear voice came from behind. The guy had a high-profile attitude and spoke very rudely, referring to Ye Jun Tian as 'this guy'.

"Brother Qinggao, you don't know? He's from the Ye Family, the one from the Ye Qingxiao lineage, quite famous." Zhao Juncheng laughed, his voice somewhat sarcastic, with a rather effeminate tone.

"Oh, you mean that waste of a person whose bloodline test was a pile of garbage?" Feng Qingliang seemed to realize, then frowned and said, "Miss Qingyue, having this kind of waste sit at our table really ruins the 'scenery'."

"Sorry, Miss Li, I don't want to sit with this kind of waste." Ye Jun Tian gave a light snort and turned to leave.

"Who are you talking about!" Feng Qingliang slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his entire body radiating a powerful aura as he stared at Ye Jun Tian.

"Whoever calls me a waste, I'll call them a waste." Ye Jun Tian coldly snorted, his eyes locking onto Feng Qingliang.

"Bang!"

Feng Qingliang didn't hesitate; he retracted his hand and punched through the air, aiming directly at Ye Jun Tian. Despite being prepared, Ye Jun Tian was caught off guard by the speed of Feng Qingliang's punch. Moreover, Feng Qingliang was a human martial expert, and the disparity in strength was too great.

In the end, Ye Jun Tian used the 'Stone Breaking' technique, the second move of the 'Hand that Breaks Steles'. However, he felt a heavy force hit him, causing him to retreat several steps before stopping. His throat tightened, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

"Calling you a waste means you are a waste. You can't even withstand one move from me, yet you dare to come to the martial arts discussion. What kind of broken technique do you have? What qualifications do you have to talk about techniques? Bah! Get lost!" Feng Qingliang's aura was intense, his face cold.

Ye Jun Tian moved, forming his hand into a spear tip and thrusting it forward with the 'Thunder Spear' technique. The air trembled, but Feng Qingliang sneered, waiting for Ye Jun Tian to get closer before making his move. He had the ability to injure from a distance.

When Ye Jun Tian was about two meters away from Feng Qingliang, the latter still stood there, sneering. His palm force was fluctuating, ready to slap Ye Jun Tian hard. He knew that from two meters away, Ye Jun Tian couldn't hurt him, so he wasn't worried.

Swoosh...

Ye Jun Tian quickly struck, his blood force surging. An invisible force formed a spear tip and thrust forward through the air.

In an instant, Feng Qingliang's face turned extremely ugly. Ye Jun Tian had actually pierced through his silver robe, leaving a fist-sized hole, and even lightly injured his skin.

Feng Qingliang couldn't believe his eyes. Ye Jun Tian was still a meter away from him. Even a peak pulse-stirring expert couldn't have the ability to injure from a distance, yet Ye Jun Tian had managed it.

What the hell was going on?

Zhao Juncheng was also stunned, and Cai Tingfang raised an eyebrow. Cai Qiang, Ye Feng, and others looked equally puzzled. Feng Qingliang was actually injured, and his chest was exposed, a significant loss of face.

However, no one believed that Ye Jun Tian had the ability to attack from a distance. They attributed it to his technique being somewhat strange, likely the result of palm force combined with wind momentum.

"I'll blow your head off, you scum!" Feng Qingliang's face turned purple, and he leaped into the air, kicking Ye Jun Tian with a powerful kick. He was truly enraged and was using a deadly move.

"Brother Feng, show some mercy." Li Qingyue quickly called out.

But Feng Qingliang didn't listen. Ye Jun Tian did his best to dodge, but he was still kicked with a violent force, flying several meters away and crashing through two tables before stopping.

"Brother Feng, that's enough. What's the point of getting angry with a novice? It's beneath you, isn't it?" Cai Tingfang finally spoke. Feng Qingliang glanced at her and stopped his second kick.

Ye Jun Tian didn't say anything more and turned to leave. Li Qingyue and the others didn't try to stop him, watching him go. Even Ye Feng and Ye Qinglian didn't offer any help.

Ye Jun Tian's heart was filled with intense anger. What good was being of the same clan? Internal conflicts were one thing, but watching idly in the face of external enemies was another. At this moment, Ye Jun Tian was thoroughly disappointed with the Ye Family.

What the hell was this talk of unity and shared enmity? It was all bullshit, bullshit!

The only way was to become strong.

Ye Jun Tian, filled with rage, rushed back to the old house.

"Heh, good humiliation. Humiliation brings pressure, and pressure brings motivation." Uncle Tian muttered, then puffed on his pipe. At that moment, Ye Jun Tian was practicing in the woods behind the old house, pushing himself to the brink.

Everything in the woods became his 'enemy'. His bloodlines were trembling violently. The four awakened bloodlines were shaking in a positive and negative manner. This positive and negative airflow was colliding with the four bloodlines.

The black hole in his stomach, influenced by the positive and negative airflow, also began to rotate in a positive and negative direction, rotating one circle forward and then one circle backward. Ye Jun Tian felt his stomach like a motor.

If the bloodlines were the copper wires of a motor, wouldn't the positive and negative airflow generate 'magnetism'? This 'magnetism' was a special kind of energy, a mutated form of blood energy, similar to how water drives a turbine to generate electricity.

Ye Jun Tian, thinking of this idea, immediately put it into practice. He treated the black hole in his stomach as the iron casing of a motor, and the four bloodlines as the copper wires. The positive and negative airflow acted as the driving force.

Indeed, an unprecedented pain came. It felt like a jam, almost making him unable to breathe. However, Ye Jun Tian didn't give up because of the intense pain.

Instead, it ignited his boundless fighting spirit. He wanted to see what kind of energy this process would produce. If he could create a high-energy form that wasn't blood energy, wouldn't he be the creator?

He put a first-grade blood replenishing pill in his mouth, and a surge of blood energy quickly spread throughout his body. The pain intensified, and Ye Jun Tian's skin bulged. He screamed and roared in pain, persistently exploring and pushing his blood energy according to the 'motor theory'.

After several hours, there was a faint rumble in his stomach.

Ye Jun Tian clearly saw a second explosion in his stomach. The strange 'black hole' in his stomach was expanding and contracting, as if it might disintegrate at any moment. Ye Jun Tian stopped and watched it nervously.

This thing was like a time bomb. Who knew if it would explode his entire stomach?

Worrying now was useless; he could only wait and see what the final result would be.

The 'black hole' expanded and contracted like a human heart, pulsing and making a thumping sound. At its largest, the 'black hole' was the size of a soybean, and at its smallest, it was as fine as sand.

After an hour, the black hole finally stopped expanding and contracting, entering a calm and smooth cycle.

However, Ye Jun Tian noticed that the black hole had grown to the size of a grain of rice. Moreover, a tiny spark appeared inside the black hole, no larger than a speck of dust. But it was definitely a 'spark'.

Ye Jun Tian tried to see the internal structure of the spark, but even from a distance, he felt an intense heat, which directly caused pain in his eyes. It felt as if his eyes were suddenly burned.

It was truly fire, and it had heat. Although the spark was small, the heat was quite astonishing. Of course, this heat was terrifying for the eyes, but it might be bearable for the skin.

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