The venerable Wu Yang departed, and Ye Qiu was also uncertain whether those ancient clans would strike at him again.
At least since the beginning, after several mythical realm martial artists made their moves, no more powerhouses came to deal with him.
"I hope the four mythical realm fighters who died before can deter them for a little longer."
Ye Qiu wanted to solidify his martial path a bit more before making a breakthrough. As long as he broke through to the mythical realm, he wouldn’t be too passive in the ancient land.
When Venerable Wu Yang returned to Yun Shang Palace, he chose to highlight certain key points about the period of protecting Ye Qiu and reported them to Boss Yun.
Hearing that Ye Qiu had shown weakness in public to draw many challengers, Boss Yun found it rather interesting that Ye Qiu would have to show sincerity.
"This kid must be wanting some herbs for his alchemy. To think of such a method, he is indeed quite unique!"
"Actually, what surprised me the most is not that, but just yesterday, this kid concocted a divine-grade medicinal pill!" Venerable Wu Yang emphasized the event of Ye Qiu making the Xuan Ying Dan once again.
Boss Yun was shocked, a divine-grade medicinal pill! Even his Yun Shang Palace did not possess such a level of pill, "To what extent has his alchemy reached? At such an age, to be able to concoct a divine-grade pill, he would also be considered a genius among alchemists in that era."
It wasn’t that Boss Yun was making a big deal out of nothing, but because he knew more, he was aware of how important an alchemist capable of concocting a divine-grade medicinal pill was.
Therefore, when Venerable Wu Yang mentioned that Ye Qiu had successfully concocted a divine-grade medicinal pill, he was so astonished.
"He didn’t let the Xuan Ying Dan undergo tribulation, but instead immediately swallowed it? That shouldn’t be, right?"
"Perhaps, he sensed my sudden desire to snatch away the Xuan Ying Dan," Wu Yang stated.
Boss Yun nodded, "That’s also true, the kid is an alchemist, his spiritual power is astonishing. Before, I couldn’t figure out how he noticed your presence, but then it made sense considering this point."
"Spiritual power, huh..." Wu Yang said indifferently. Regarding spiritual power, even for a martial artist of his level, he had just begun to study it. Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu, who was several realms below him, had such a profound mastery of spiritual power that even he couldn’t hide from him.
"Alchemists are naturally good at spiritual power, and not at martial arts, we needn’t worry about him. However, we have to take seriously the master behind him," Boss Yun said.
"Yes, this kid didn’t burst from manifesting a divine-grade medicinal pill, which shows he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. The master behind him must also be some old freak. I’m really curious to see for myself, I didn’t expect there to be such a terrifying powerhouse in the ancient land," Wu Yang said.
Smiling, Boss Yun said, "Now that you’ve left, those three great ancient clans will probably sense it and will surely make a move again. I believe it won’t be long before the powerful master behind him is forced to show up."
"That’s right, living in the ancient land and trying to be aloof from worldly affairs is simply impossible. Such people have long turned into dust," Wu Yang said indifferently.
The day after Venerable Wu Yang left the courtyard, several figures separately flew into the three great ancient clans.
"Clan Leader, that powerful presence has disappeared. It should have left that place."
Clan Leader Ji Changtian lightly exclaimed, then slowly said, "I see, you may go. Continue to observe in secret."
This scene unfolded separately among the Mu and Shi clans as well.
"Could it be a feigned retreat? Let’s wait and see for now. Maybe someone won’t be able to resist taking action first," Clan Leader Shi Xiong of the Shi Clan said. He really wanted to avenge his son, but the death of the previous four mythical realm fighters made him very wary. Having learned from the precedent, he did not want his clan’s mythical realm martial artists to follow in others’ footsteps.
"Qingbing, rest assured, I will avenge you." Whenever he thought of his son, who used to be the pride of the Shi Clan, now depressed and locking himself in his room, giving up on himself, his heart couldn’t help but ache. All of this was caused by Ye Qiu, and he wanted to capture Ye Qiu, bring him before Shi Qingbing, and make him kneel and confess his wrongdoing.
With the disappearance of Venerable Wu Yang’s aura, the various ancient clans still did not act rashly; the peaceful days continued for a few more days.
However, when the scouts kept reporting that the presence never emerged, some couldn’t refrain themselves from taking action, no matter the outcome, it was time to find someone to test the waters.
That very night, a divine realm Martial Artist attacked the courtyard where Ye Qiu and Jin Shanshun resided.
Ye Qiu snapped to alertness, a burst of divine light shooting forth.
Someone had finally lost their patience and made a move against him. Ye Qiu rose to his feet, eager to test the gap between his own strength and that of the divine realm; without the Venerable Wu Yang, he had to rely solely on himself. Even if he couldn’t win, Ye Qiu was determined to fight head-on, for otherwise, he would be left with no place to die.
The door shattered, a cold gleam surged forward and with a thud, it nailed itself into the bed, which was by then already empty, Ye Qiu has swiftly moved to the doorway. His figure leaped into the room and seeing the attack fall through, Ye Qiu struck back fiercely, and in an instant, he landed a hit on his attacker’s back.
He had concealed his aura very well, such that even this black-clothed person had failed to detect it, ultimately getting struck by his palm.
The black-clothed person, furious at being caught off guard by a mythic realm presence right behind him and even getting successfully ambushed, felt utterly disgraced.
He attacked immediately, attempting to seize Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu channeled the power of the black flame, transforming it into rolling streams of energy, akin to clouds in cohesion. In the darkness of the night, he blended into the shadows and with a forceful push, his powerful attack wave engulfed the black-clothed person in an instant.
Having reached the peak of the mythic realm, Ye Qiu felt the power within him as boundless as a river, unceasing. He had only used a bit of it just then, yet its might was thrice as formidable as before.
In his Dantian, the Black Flame Pill’s mass shone with a black luster, now slightly larger than a fist.
The energy comprising the Black Flame Pill was all compressed into essence, such that even shaving off a little from this fist-sized Pill would yield an immensely dense energy.
From his recent studies and comparing himself with Jin Shanshun, Ye Qiu found that his inner power was ten times that of a martial artist of the same level, nearly matching the energy of the divine realm.
However, Ye Qiu knew there was still a difference, much like True Qi and inner strength might seem equal in quantity, but their power differed greatly. The gap between the mythic realm and divine realm was even larger.
Ye Qiu had no illusions that he could defeat a divine realm opponent at this stage; he simply wanted the capability to fight back against such an opponent.
With a sudden roar, a figure burst out from the rolling black flames, his body corroded, his clothing tattered beyond recognition.
Yet the skin that showed was still unscathed. Ye Qiu was astonished at the defensive power of a divine realm martial artist; even the corrosive force of the black flames had difficulty in harming the attacker.
"Hmph, a mere mythic realm martial artist dares to contend with me? What a joke. Where’s the powerful protector who was shielding you? Why isn’t he coming out to save you?" sneered the black-clothed person.
"To deal with you, my intervention is more than enough." Ye Qiu’s hand moved, and the Kusanagi Sword suddenly appeared in his grasp.
"Arrogance!" the black-clothed person scoffed disdainfully. Seeing no signs of that powerful presence around them, he felt much more at ease. Then, with a cold smile, he thought that without anyone to save Ye Qiu, this young man wouldn’t escape no matter what. This content belongs to novel{f}ire.net
"Watch as I capture you!"
"Or better yet, I’ll cleave you with one sword strike!"
In an instant, the two of them fought fiercely in the courtyard, with flying sand and stones, sword glints and fist shadows, all exploding with noise.