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In Rou's Dwelling
In the soft light of dawn, Mei moved gracefully through the dwelling, her hands sweeping lightly over the floor as dust motes danced like tiny spirits in the morning sun. Xiu and Ya busied themselves nearby, yet their eyes kept darting toward her, noticing something different.
Xiu finally could not contain his curiosity. She leaned on the wooden railing, eyes narrowing with surprise. "So, Mei… you seem unusually cheerful today. Has something happened?" Her voice carried a faint undertone of disbelief, as she never seen Mei this cheerful before.
Mei's cheeks flushed a deep crimson at Xiu's question, and she instinctively lowered her gaze. Ya, ever mischievous, couldn't suppress her giggle.
"Oh? So it seems our little Mei forgot to tell you, Xiu," Ya teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Last night… our dear Mei had quite the… memorable evening with Young Master Ye."
Xiu froze for a moment, her brows knitting together in confusion and disbelief, while Mei's blush deepened, almost as if the heat of her embarrassment could rival the sun itself.
Xiu's eyes widened as he took in Mei's flushed face, her cheeks burning like the embers of a forge. Without warning, he reached out and grasped her shoulder firmly. "By the heavens, Mei! I never imagined you have this kind of… courage," she exclaimed, his voice sharp with excitement. "You will tell us everything—every single detail! Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Mei's breath caught, a shiver of embarrassment and thrill running through her, while Ya leaned closer, her grin spreading like wildfire. The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, as if the world itself paused, waiting for Mei's response.
Mei nodded in shyness to them and started telling them everything that happened between her and Ye Feng.
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With Fu
After class, Fu's steps were light, almost gliding over the stone path, as if the morning breeze itself carried him forward. Ahead, Ye Feng stood silently outside his dwelling, arms crossed, a faint smile curving his lips. The sunlight caught the edges of his robe, giving him an ethereal, almost otherworldly aura.
Fu slowed, his eyes meeting Ye Feng's with calm resolve. He offered a gentle smile. "Brother Feng," he said, his voice steady yet warm, "are you ready?"
A subtle ripple of saint energy seemed to stir around them, the air between the two young friends vibrating with quiet anticipation.
Ye Feng's calm demeanor exuded quiet confidence as he fell in step beside Fu. "Sure, let's do this, Fu," he said, his voice steady yet carrying a faint undercurrent of anticipation. Rising to his full height, he cast a brief glance at the sprawling academy behind them, the morning sun glinting off its ancient stone walls.
Side by side, they made their way toward the secluded training ground in the southern section of the academy, where the dense groves and jagged rocks offered both privacy and challenge. Hong was already there, waiting, his killing intent was raging uncontrollably around him. The air seemed to thrum with saint energy, and every step closer to the training ground tightened the bond of camaraderie between Fu and Ye Feng, each silently acknowledging that today's incident might change them forever.
The morning sun cast long shadows across the southern training grounds as Ye Feng and Fu made their way through the dense grove. From a distance, ten followers of the royal family—including the stern and vigilant Senior Zhao—watched them carefully, their eyes narrowed their preparation were complete and they were only waiting for Ye Feng to make his move.
Senior Zhao's words carried a sharp intensity, his gaze sweeping over the ten royal family followers. "Let's tail them quietly," he said, lowering his voice so only they could hear. "I don't want a single sound from any of you. Not a whisper, not a footstep. We must be invisible to them— Do I make myself clear?"
The ten nodded in unison, their expressions a mix of focus and anticipation, ready to follow silently in the shadows as Senior Zhao led the way.
Up in the sky the headmaster was hovering silently above, his presence imperceptible yet watchful. From high above, he could see every subtle motion—Ye Feng and Fu walking steadily toward the southern isolated training ground.. The royal family followers, though vigilant themselves, were completely oblivious to this unseen observer. The air around the headmaster was still, only the faint ripple of his cultivation aura hinting at his immense power, a quiet tension building as he silently ensured that nothing escaped his scrutiny.
The headmaster's gaze sharp yet calm as he watched Ye Feng below. A small, knowing smile curved his lips, carrying the weight of unspoken judgment. 'Let's see if you can re-enter the Asura Sword Spirit World again, Ye Feng,' he thought, his mind threading between caution and anticipation. 'You'd better not disappoint my teacher and me; both of us have high expectations of you.'
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With Fu and Ye Feng
After fifteen minutes of brisk walking, the distant trees thinned, revealing an isolated training ground shrouded in mist. The air was heavy with the subtle scent of herbs and the faint hum of latent spiritual energy.
Standing at the very center of the isolated training ground, Hong wore a sinister smirk the moment his eyes landed on Ye Feng. Without saying a word, he slowly raised his right hand into the air.
The next instant—
"WHOOSH!, WHOOSH!, WHOOSH!"
Figures began appearing from all directions like ghosts emerging from the shadows.
In the blink of an eye, thirty Zhang Clan followers revealed themselves and formed a tight circle around Ye Feng and Fu, cutting off every possible route of escape. Their expressions were cold, their killing intent undisguised, and the atmosphere of the training ground instantly turned heavy with danger.
Fu's expression changed slightly when he saw the sudden ambush, while Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning sharp and icy as he swept his surroundings.
Hong, however, only continued to smirk as if everything was unfolding exactly according to his expectations.
His gaze then shifted toward Fu.
"You did well, Student Fu," Hong said with satisfaction, his tone carrying a trace of mock praise. "As I promised, the Rank 3 Monster Core is yours."
With a flick of his wrist, Hong tossed the monster core through the air.
Fu raised his hand and caught the monster core cleanly. His eyes lit up with excitement as he felt the dense spiritual energy radiating from it. A wide grin spread across his face, and he quickly stored it inside his space belt.
Hong's smirk deepened as he turned his eyes back toward Ye Feng, his expression full of malice and hidden schemes.
"Now then…" he said slowly, his voice dripping with amusement, "Ye Feng… it is time for you to die.."
Ye Feng stood silently in the middle of the trap, his robes fluttering lightly in the wind, his expression calm—but the cold glint in his eyes and he smiled despite the situation he was in.
'Perfect, everything had gone according to my plan now it is time to use these guys to re-enter the Asura Sword Spirit World.'
Bowen stood behind the Zhang clan followers and yelled loudly to all of them, "Kill Ye Feng." When the Zhang clan followers heard Bowen's order, they all summoned their saint weapons and charged at Ye Feng to kill him.
All kinds of Saint Weapons blazed into existence around the Zhang clan followers—swords that gleamed with razor-sharp killing intent, sabres wreathed in savage battle aura, massive hammers heavy enough to shatter stone, long spears radiating piercing force, brutal maces pulsing with destructive might, iron gauntlets crackling with raw power, and countless other deadly saint weapons. In an instant, the entire training ground was flooded with a terrifying storm of saint energy, their cold light intertwining as if a rain of slaughter was about to descend upon Ye Feng.
Ye Feng and Fu summoned their Saint Weapons at the same time, and in an instant, the isolated training ground erupted into chaos.
"CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!"
"CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!"
Fu tried to stand up again, but the bo-staff wielding saint weapon swung his bo-staff at him again, and Fu slammed on the ground hard.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
The deafening sounds of metal colliding rang endlessly through the air as Ye Feng and Fu clashed fiercely against the Zhang clan followers. Swords flashed, sabres slashed, spears thrust forward like venomous serpents, and heavy hammers crashed down with brutal force. The battle turned into a storm of steel and killing intent.
Ye Feng moved like a phantom among the attackers, his weapon dancing with precision and deadly grace as he parried and countered the incoming strikes from all directions.
Fu, on the other hand, fought with gritted teeth and unyielding determination, refusing to back down despite being heavily outnumbered.
But then—
A Zhang clan follower wielding a Bo-Staff Saint Weapon swung his weapon with overwhelming force straight at Fu.
Fu's expression changed.
He quickly raised his Saint Weapon to block.
"BANG!"
A violent shockwave burst from the collision.
Fu's arms trembled violently from the impact, and before he could recover, the terrifying force behind the strike sent him flying backward like a broken kite.
"ARGH!"
His body shot through the air before crashing harshly onto the ground.
"BOOM!"
Dust rose into the air as Fu rolled several times before finally stopping. His chest heaved violently, and pain surged through his entire body. He coughed as blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
"Fu!" Ye Feng shouted, his eyes narrowing sharply as killing intent began to surge from his body.
Seeing Fu injured, the atmosphere around Ye Feng instantly changed.
It was as if something dangerous had just awakened.
The bo-staff wielder stepped forward with the swagger of a seasoned brute. He was a bold middle-aged man with tan skin and a bulky, muscular physique, his broad frame radiating raw physical power. A hideous smile stretched across his face, exposing the ugly gaps where a couple of teeth were missing, making him look even more savage and intimidating. In his rough, calloused hands, the bo-staff saint weapon seemed like an extension of his brutal nature, ready to crush anyone foolish enough to stand before him.
Fu's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at the bald middle-aged man. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up with great difficulty, his body trembling from the pain. Even so, he stood firm, his anger burning fiercely in his chest.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the man with an unyielding expression. Then, in a voice filled with rage and determination, he shouted.
"I will not let you hurt Brother Feng!"
Though battered and injured, Fu refused to back down. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, looking at the bald middle aged man like a savage beast. At that moment, his loyalty and courage shone brighter than ever, as if no amount of pain could force him to kneel.
The bald middle-aged man smirked coldly and sneered at Fu. "We will see about that, student Fu. What a pity… we cannot kill you. After all, you are the Headmaster's personal disciple."
His voice was filled with mockery and disdain, as though Fu's status was the only thing shielding him from death. Yet the murderous glint in his eyes made it clear—if given the chance, he would not hesitate to strike Fu down without mercy.
The bald man lunged forward like a monsterous beast, his bo-staff whistling through the air as it descended upon Fu in a relentless storm.
"CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!"
Each strike landed with terrifying force, shaking Fu's arms to the core as he desperately raised his saint weapon again and again to block. Sparks flew wildly with every collision, and the sheer pressure behind the bald man's attacks drove Fu backward step by step across the training ground.
Fu gritted his teeth, his expression twisted with strain and pain. He couldn't even find a single opening to counterattack. The bald man's assault was simply too fierce, too overbearing—like an iron tempest that refused to give him even a moment to breathe.
All Fu could do was defend.
And even that was becoming harder with every passing second.
The bald man's hideous grin only widened as he pressed forward mercilessly, swinging his bo-staff faster and harder, clearly enjoying the sight of Fu being forced into such a miserable state.
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Ye Feng VS Zhang Clan Followers
Ye Feng's chest rose and fell violently as he stood encircled by the Zhang clan followers. Their saint weapons came at him from every direction—swords, sabres, spears, and maces tearing across his flesh. Blood streamed from the countless wounds covering his body, dyeing his robes crimson and dripping onto the cold ground below. Yet despite the pain, despite his weakening body and labored breathing, Ye Feng still refused to fall.
Another blade slashed across his shoulder, and a spear narrowly missed his throat. The Zhang clan followers pressed their assault mercilessly, believing victory was already within their grasp. But in the midst of that life-and-death storm, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened with terrifying focus.
As he continued to fight against them, a single thought echoed in his mind:
'I need to focus solely on the sword… forget everything that surrounds me… only the sword exists with me.'
At that moment, the chaos around him seemed to fade. The roars of his enemies, the pain of his wounds, and even the sight of the battlefield itself all became distant and insignificant. In Ye Feng's world, there was no longer hesitation—only the sword.
His grip tightened around his saint weapon.
The light in his eyes—the bright, burning glow—was fading faster than he had ever experienced before.
Ye Feng was overjoyed when he was feeling this sensation and asked himself.
'Could it be I am re-entering the Asura Sword Spirit World?'
Ye Feng lowered his saint weapon after the light in his eyes disappeared, and all the Zhang clan followers smirked along with Bowen. All of them charged at Ye Feng with their saint weapon with the intent of finishing Ye Feng once and for all.
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Fu VS The Bald Zhang Clan Follower
Fu watched as Ye Feng was in trouble. He stood up from the ground in intent to go and help him, but he was kicked in the chest harshly by the bold middle-aged man. "AGH." Fu fell to the ground again, and the bold man stomped his foot brutally on Fu's chest. "AGH." The bold man chuckled evilly at Fu and said to him, "Well, just stay here and watch Ye Feng's death.".
Fu glared hatefully at the bold man. He kept trying to free himself from the bold man, but the bold man stomped his foot on Fu's chest every time he moved. "AGHHHHH."
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With Senior Zhao and Royal Family Followers
Senior Zhao was frowning. "This is really bad. The number of Zhang clan followers exceeded the number of men I brought with me by more than two times. I can't lend Ye Feng a hand.".
He looked at Ye Feng in pity. A long-bearded, skinny middle-aged man was standing next to Senior Zhao. He looked at Senior Zhao and asked him in a low voice, "What should we do, Senior Zhao? This is bad, and if anything happens to the kid, the princess will be very disappointed.".
Senior Zhao nodded his head. "I know, but we can't do anything. The princess had underestimated the Zhang clan followers. No one thought they would go to this extent to kill Ye Feng. All of us will die if we try to save Ye Feng. All we can do right now is give up on him."
The bearded man nodded his head in understanding and in disappointment.
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With The Headmaster
The headmaster smirked when he saw Ye Feng's eyes dimmed completely and said, "Well done, child; you haven't disappointed me or my teacher. Well, I better get moving and deal with those trashes.".
The headmaster decided to move and deal with the Zhang clan followers.
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Ye Feng VS Zhang Clan Followers
All the Zhang followers who surrounded Ye Feng swung their saint weapons at him to finish him off. Bowen, who was watching in the back, started turning around, knowing that Ye Feng would be dead any second now.
Before the saint weapons touched Ye Feng, he jumped in the air, dodging all the saint weapons, and he flipped in the air, then landed gracefully behind the Zhang clan followers. Everybody noticed there was light in Ye Feng's eyes, and they were shocked.
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In the Asura Sword Spirit World
Ye Feng found himself in a familiar, crimson, desolate land. He smirked when he noticed that he had re-entered the Asura Sword Spirit World.
He pulled up a crimson black sword that was stuck in the ground, and he started venturing deeper within the Asura Sword Sprit World.
Ye Feng saw a shadowy figure walking calmly towards him while wielding a sword in his right hand. Ye Feng smirked and said to the shadowy figure, "We meet again, but this time I will defeat you.".
Ye Feng charged at the shadowy figure, and at the same time, the shadowy figure charged at Ye Feng too. "CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK": Ye Feng's sword clashes against the shadowy figure's sword with incredible speed, elegance, and finesse.
Ye Feng smirked. "Time to finish this." Suddenly, Ye Feng vanished with incredible speed as he used the "Free Steps martial skill." He then appeared behind the shadowy figure and got ready to thrust his sword at his back. The sword glowed crimson and black before he thrust the sword on the shadowy figure's back while murmuring "Free Piercing Sword" "PU.".
The shadowy figure started glowing bright white. After Ye Feng stabbed him in the back, it transformed into a sphere that was glowing brightly, and after that, the sphere shot in incredible speed towards Ye Feng's forehead. Ye Feng was surprised he couldn't dodge the white glowing sphere, and the sphere quickly entered Ye Feng's forehead.
Ye Feng felt his soul was getting stronger and stronger. He felt calm too, so he sat in a lotus position, closed his eyes, and started observing his soul.
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In The South Isolated Training Ground
The headmaster's eyes widened when suddenly Ye Feng burst out in a crimson aura. He then smirked, "He brokethrough to the Great Saint Master realm." Then the headmaster looked deeply into Ye Feng and was surprised when he noticed Ye Feng's vitality increased tremendously and thought to himself, "Did he also cultivate a body cultivation method?" He chuckled. "This kid is really interesting.".
The headmaster looked at the Zhang clan followers with narrow eyes and said, "I can't let them disturb the kid. I will deal with them now.".
The headmaster floats above Zhang clan followers and releases a strong of wind "FWOSH" the gust of wind sent all Zhang clan followers flying.
When the Royal family followers noticed the headmaster arrival they quickly spread into action and surrounded Zhang clan followers.
Bowen sweated profusely at the new development and he quickly ran away, but senior Zhao snorted when he saw Bowen running away, so he decided to chase him down.
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In The Asura Sword Spirit World
Ye Feng kept walking deeper into the Asura Sword Spirit World when he suddenly came across a running river. The river water was actual blood, and in the middle of the running river was a golden tree. The tree was small and had only one fruit.
The fruit has a round shape and is golden in colour, just as golden as the tree itself. Ye Feng decided to eat the fruit and jumped towards the tree. However, a purple sword, QI flew towards Ye Feng, "SQUASH." The sword QI cut Ye Feng's chest very deeply, and his blood flew in the air like a fountain."AAAGGHHH!" Ye Feng screamed in pain, and then he fell into the blood river.
Ye Feng gritted his teeth in pain as the blood river carried him away from the golden tree.
The blood river was healing Ye Feng's injury at a fast rate without him noticing. He tried to move, but he couldn't move at all because the river current was very strong and it kept pushing him towards a waterfall.
Ye Feng then fell from the waterfall, and his eyes widened when he noticed he was falling into a huge whirlpool. "This is bad, very bad.".
Ye Feng fell into the whirlpool and was dragged to the bottom of the whirlpool. All of a sudden, a huge monster covered in black scales appeared in the middle of the whirlpool. It opened its huge jaw and swallowed Ye Feng.
After the monster swallowed Ye Feng, everything around him turned to darkness. After a few minutes, Ye Feng lost consciousness.
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In The South Isolated Training Ground
The headmaster knocked out all the Zhang clan followers, and all the royal family followers stood next to the headmaster and Fu. One of the royal family followers looked at the headmaster and asked, "Headmaster, what are you going to do with these elders?"
The headmaster rolled his eyes at the royal family follower and said to him, "Listen up, I don't care about the royal family issues with the Zhang clan, and usually I don't get involved with these issues as long as neither side breaks any of my academy rules. Do I make myself clear, elder?" The elder gulped and nodded his head.
Fu looked at Ye Feng in confusion as he saw him standing still, his eyes void of life. Fu walked to Ye Feng and said, "Brother Feng, are you alright? Snap out of it.".
The headmaster yelled at Fu and said " Fu stop Ye Feng is in special state don't disturb him". Fu was confused but nodded to him. The headmaster then turn to the other elders and looked at them in annoyance "and what are you all looking at go do your job for god sake start by tying up those fools I need to have a word with them before expelling them from the academy".
The royal family followers quickly get to work and start tying up all the unconscious Zhang clan followers. After they got tied up, the headmaster summoned the law enforcement elders and put all the Zhang clan followers in the academy prison.
Suddenly, Ye Feng started to sweat profusely, then he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Fu rushed to his side, and the headmaster smiled. He looked at Fu and said to him, "Fu, take Ye Feng to the medical bay.
Fu nodded, grabbed Ye Feng, and rushed to the medical bay.
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Senior Zhao VS Bowen
Senior Zhao kept chasing Bowen with everything he got: "Damn, he is fast. I was right to be wary of him. I need to finish him now, and as quickly as I can, I have a feeling if he is left alive, things will get really bad in the future.".
Bowen cursed Ye Feng and his own luck: "Damn it, I need to leave the academy. If I am captured by the headmaster, the Zhang clan will execute me. My only option is to migrate to another country, but first I need to deal with the Royal Family lap dog. I can't fight him by myself; his cultivation is higher than mine." Suddenly he heard a voice in his right: "You need help.?"
Bowen looked to his right, and he saw Zimo and Tao. He smiled when he saw them: "Perfect. With Tao and Zimo's help, I am sure we can get rid of Zhao once and for all.".
Bowen stopped running and said to them, "I need your help." Tao and Zimo raised their eyebrows, but Bowen didn't have time to explain the situation to them because Senior Zhao cached up to him. He swung his saint weapon at Bowen in order to chop off his head, but Tao summoned his own saint weapon "CLANK" and blocked Senior Zhao's strike.
Tao was wielding a War Scythe Saint weapon and used it to block Senior Zhao's Saint weapon, which was a sword. Zimo then summoned his own weapon that looked like a guandao and swung it at Senior Zhao to cut him in half.
Senior Zhao narrowed his eyes and he dodged to the side after dodging his eyes widened "PU". He looked to his chest his eyes widened when he saw he was stabbed by a sword. He turned his head and saw Bowen smirking at him "damn you".
Senior Zhao started coughing out blood, and Bowen removed his sword, then swung his sword again. Senior Zhao's head flew in the air after Bowen chopped it off, and his corpse fell to the ground. Along with Senior Zhao's head.
Bowen smirked after killing Senior Zhao, and he stored his saint weapon back in his Dantian. Tao and Zimo walked up to him. and he smiled at them, but Bowen's eyes suddenly widened when Zimo suddenly stabbed him with his guandao "PU," and he coughed out blood.
Bowen looked at Zimo with hatred. "Why you?" Zimo smirked and said to Bowen, "Don't take it personally, Bowen. Your existence is a danger to us now. You know a lot of things about us, and you also failed to kill that kid.".
Bowen glared at Tao and Zimo "You bastards." Zimo chuckled at him and said, "Now that you are dying, I don't mind revealing to you our main goal of infiltrating the Azure Dragon Academy." Bowen was surprised and asked, "isn't to check on the young talent of the Hidden Dragon Kingdom?" Tao and Zimo smirked at Bowen and nodded to him.
"True, but it wasn't our main objective; our main objective is to steal the Azure Dragon key," Zimo said with a smile, and Bowen looked confused. "Azure Dragon key?" Zimo was surprised when he saw the clueless face of Bowen: "The Zhang clan really didn't tell you anything, did they?".
Bowen narrowed his eyes, and Zimo started explaining, "The Azure Dragon Academy was known by the Azure Dragon Sect; it was one of the protector sects alongside Celestial Mountain Sect, Pure Wing Sect, Heavenly Star Sect, Pure Heart Sect, Shenxiao Sect, Potian Sect, Yangji Sect, and Yiyuan Sect."
Zimo continued his explanation, "But after the ancient war, the Azure Dragon Sect was one of the casualties that the human race suffered from the war, so as a result, only a handful of students survived the war, and the sect turned into school".
"The Azure Dragon Key is the key to opening the treasury of the Azure Dragon Sect, and now it all belongs to the Persian Kingdom and Andreas Kingdom." Bowen was shocked at the information that Zimo revealed to him. He didn't get a chance to say anything because Tao swung his saint weapon, "SQUACH.".
After Tao cut Bowen's throat with his saint weapon, the life in his eyes disappeared. Zimo removed the blade of his guandao from Bowen's chest, and Zimo said to Tao, "Let's go." Tao nodded, and the duo left the area as fast as they could.