“I admit that I belittled you in the past, but that doesn’t matter. Because, there are Many! More! Days! Ahead!”
Having said this, Xiao Shen did not speak any further, as he turned and left.
Yan Zhaoge laughed lightly, “The more time that passes, the less you’ll think that way.”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 34: Ye Jing Reappears
HSSB34: Ye Jing Reappears
Xiao Shen having been defeated and sent packing by Yan Zhaoge, the crowd of Broad Creed Mountain disciples by the side were all looking at him with a yearning expression on their faces.
Within a short period of time, Yan Zhaoge had first defeated Chao Yuanlong, then frustrated Xiao Shen; amongst the young generation of martial practitioners, he was destined to stand unopposed in the limelight for the following period of time.
If it was said that his earlier victory over Chao Yuanlong had been a fight between martial practitioners of the same cultivation realm, the opponent that he had faced this time was Xiao Shen, whose cultivation had not only been a single stage above him.
Even though for the purposes of the competition, Xiao Shen had suppressed his cultivation base down to a similar level as Yan Zhaoge, a late outer aura Martial Scholar was a late outer aura Martial Scholar; their experience and understanding towards the martial arts they cultivated in were destined to be much deeper and more abundant than that of early outer aura Martial Scholars.
Some early outer aura Martial Scholars had barely started getting into touch with the variations and mysteries their martial arts had contained within, while others had yet to even begin doing so; late outer aura Martial Scholars, though, had long since clearly understood these within their hearts.
In actual combat, this large gap was all the more obvious.
The same amount of power that could exert a single unit of force when placed into the hands of an early outer aura Martial Scholar, when being released by a late outer aura Martial Scholar, could exert perhaps
five to six units of force, or maybe even eight, nine, ten units of it, in the case of supreme geniuses.
However, in the competition earlier, the result had been that Yan Zhaoge had been the superior party, such that Xiao Shen had even been forced to renege on his own promise, only then managing to salvage an inglorious draw.
If it had been Yan Zhaoge from the Sacred Ground Broad Creed Mountain clashing against a rather average late outer aura Martial Scholar from outside, the result might still be somewhat easier for the world to accept.
However, with the opponent in question being the Sacred Sun Clan’s Xiao Shen, the significance of the matter had completely changed.
After all, Xiao Shen himself was a well-known genius who had crossed levels to beat someone in the mid outer aura stage when he had only been in the early outer aura stage.
A wooden puppet that had been carved out, which was fragile beyond compare in comparison to a martial practitioner’s aura-qi, had, under his control, actually resembled a real, living person, and even one who was a strong martial practitioner proficient in the martial arts.
Even the controlled Sacred Sun God puppet’s strike was something that Sikong Qing aside, none of the other Broad Creed Mountain disciples, who were all still in the Body Refinement Realm, could claim to be able to receive.
However, such a genius of the same generation had actually, like Chao Yuanlong, been reduced to nothing in front of Yan Zhaoge.
How could this not cause peoples’ minds to race till the point of dizziness?
Sikong Qing looked at the shattered pieces of wooden puppet lying on the ground, her gaze flickering slightly as she seemed to be trying to grasp something.
“This girl does really have a martial-focused heart,” As he glanced at her, Yan Zhaoge couldn’t help but laugh while shaking his head, as he instructed her, “You have already been at the peak Body Refinement stage for quite some time; at your current level, you can already be considered a half-step Martial Scholar.”
“Transforming your inner qi into aura-qi; the method is to reverse the flow of your inner qi’s usual circulatory cycle, tempering it till the aura is formed. The senior members of our clan should have advised you on that already.”
“Still, while attempting to reverse the flow of your inner qi, you could try using ‘false, real, false, real, false, false, false, real’, such a tempo.”
Hearing his words, Sikong Qing’s eyes instantly brightened, as the other disciples behind her also pricked up their ears hurriedly.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge’s position and prestige within their hearts even surpassed that of some of the Elders back at the clan.
Whether it was to hear Yan Zhaoge’s pointers on cultivation or the important things to take note of when breaking through from the Body Refinement to the Martial Scholar realm, everyone especially treasured this chance.
Between the Body Refinement and Martial Scholar realms, to the majority of martial practitioners within the vast Eight Extremities World, was a natural, incomparably wide gulf.
The difficulty of making this breakthrough was far higher than rising from the mid to late qi-conducting stage, and also rising from the late qi-conducting stage to reach the peak of the Body Refinement realm.
It was, perhaps, also even more difficult than going from the mid to late inner aura stage for Martial Scholars, or rising from the late inner aura Martial Scholar realm to the early outer aura Martial Scholar realm.
And correspondingly, becoming a Martial Scholar, there would be a heaven-defying, earth-shaking increase in one’s power.
All this was premised on the fact that the Martial Artist could temper their qi into aura and transform their inner qi into aura-qi, thus successfully reaching the Martial Scholar realm.
Aura-qi was far more condensed and refined than inner qi. If one said that inner qi was a gaseous body, aura-qi would then be a liquid substance. In a clash between the two, only the use of a miniscule amount of aura-qi would be required to cause the other side to be instantly dissipated.
While fighting with a Martial Scholar, a Martial Artist would find it very hard to make a countermove. Against absolute power, even the strongest techniques were hard to be of use. Most of the time, the Martial Scholar would be able to deal with all possible moves based on pure strength alone.
In most situations, this was a gap that could never be remedied, even through numbers.
As Yan Zhaoge just said whatever came to mind, Sikong Qing looked as though she had suddenly seen the light.
The gaze with which she looked at Yan Zhaoge was now filled with a little bit of respect; it was respect that had not surfaced even when Yan Zhaoge had made a move to cause Ma Yue to be punished.
Yan Zhaoge said to the others, “Everyone’s situation is different; the method that is suited to junior
apprentice-sister Sikong may not be suitable for you. As you are now all still far from the Martial Scholar realm, you do not need to be impatient; just focus of walking stably step by step down your own path of cultivation.”
Truly convinced by Yan Zhaoge’s words, the group of Broad Creed Mountain disciples bowed towards Yan Zhaoge in unison, “Thank you senior apprentice-brother Yan for the pointers, we will definitely cultivate with the utmost diligence.”
Looking at Yan Zhaoge, Sikong Qing also bowed, different from her previous conciliatory gestures, a real, rather serious bow this time, “Thank you senior apprentice-brother Yan for the pointers.”
She stopped for a moment, then, looking at the other disciples, said, “I have gained a lot from senior apprentice-brother Yan’s pointers, and am preparing to go into secluded cultivation immediately. Thus, I cannot be going with you to the Luliao Mountains.”
While they could all empathise with her words, the disciples were all struck by a little bit of worry, thus unconsciously turning to look at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge said mildly, “I don’t mind if I take you along this time, but does everyone want to count on me leading you f
or the rest of your lives?”
“Moreover, the place I’m going; it would actually be even more dangerous for you.”
The Broad Creed Mountain disciples looked slightly guilty at his words. As talents whom the clan usually spent a lot of resources on training, they did not lack independent people who liked to acted on their own.
It was only that these past few days, Yan Zhaoge’s halo had really been too dazzling, radiating brilliant light to the point where everyone had been unconsciously brainwashed, coming to look at him as soldiers would their general.
The lot of them all exclaimed, “It is us who have grown reliant and lazy; thank you senior apprentice-brother Yan for the reminder. We are ashamed indeed.”
Yan Zhaoge smiled, waving his hands dismissively, “It’s fine. Since it’s like this; let us part ways here.”
Having said this, he turned and strode out of the city, heading outside of it.
The group of Broad Creed Mountain disciples also took their leave from Sikong Qing, leaving the city for the Luliao Mountains.
On the path, there was no longer any sign of Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu; the two were long gone.
The Luliao Mountains, located just at the side of the Sealing Dragon Abyss, covered a vast area. While quite a large amount of precious resources was available there, the surrounding area was also rather dangerous. With their current cultivation base, travelling there was not easy in the least.
“We should really reflect on ourselves. Senior apprentice-brother Yan leading us is actually really like him carrying a load of burdens around; and we were all still so delighted at the prospect.” Said the young female disciple who carried a small Light Spirit Cat, a rather dejected expression on her face.
The Lan Wenyan beside her said, “The way we are now, we are indeed a great distance away from senior apprentice-brother Yan. Still, we should not be despondent over this; cultivating even more diligently as a result is the right path.”
Someone else muttered, “Could it be that you are also like that Ye Jing, eagerly looking forward to the day where you can fight senior apprentice-brother Yan head-on?”
Lan Wenyan said honestly, “At the very least, we have to strive for that; otherwise, while travelling alongside senior apprentice-brother Yan, wouldn’t we become a burden to him?”
Hearing his words, the group of Broad Creed Mountain disciples nodded their heads as they agreed, “It is as senior apprentice-brother Yan said. Securing a position in the present, and looking towards the future; that, is the true path.”
Amidst the multiple mountains, having reached their destination, the disciples separated to act on their own.
Lan Wenyan walked alone for a short time, before his eyes suddenly stared ahead dazedly, his gaze slack, “The junior apprentice-brother Ye Jing whom we had just mentioned earlier, this……”
Not far in front of him, a lone figure stood.
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 35: Flames of Fury
HSSB35: Flames of Fury
A shirtless figure stood at the foot of the mountain.
On his body were countless streaks of flame; they were shifting about, as if they were alive.
He had a head of black hair, streaming behind his back. While his hair was jet-black in colour, when viewed from far away, it gave off a feeling that resembled flames.
This person’s face also held the same streaks of flame, and within his eyes it seemed even more so that there was a fiery light flickering.
However, the Lan Wenyan who was nearby could still recognise that the youth with a rather unique appearance before him was exactly that Ye Jing who had gone missing that day in the Sealing Dragon Abyss.
While his face had been completely covered by the flamelike patterns, his facial features were still recognisable.
Still somewhat uncertain, Lan Wenyan asked probingly, “Is it junior apprentice-brother Ye Jing?”
The other party swiveled his head over, his gaze resembling fire, that might cause one’s soul to tremble.
However, he still nodded, “That’s right, its me.”
Lan Wenyan asked curiously, “In the Sealing Dragon Abyss previously, you…”
Hearing the name of the Sealing Dragon Abyss, an obvious anger surfaced within Ye Jing’s eyes, as his expression also turned cold, “My life is such; I couldn’t have died that easily.”
“Whatever you say; it’s just good that you’re alright,” Lan Wenyan gave a relaxed sigh, “Everyone is worried about you. Still, senior apprentice-brother Yan said that you look have the look of someone favoured by the gods, and should be able to turn danger into fortune. Looking at it now, he was right after all, as expected.”
Before he had finished speaking, his words were broken off by a forceful yell.
“Yan Zhaoge!” Ye Jing’s eyes looked as though they were about to shoot out fire, “If not for him, how could I have met with such a huge calamity!”
“From the start, he already had ill intentions towards me, wanting to see me dead!”
“Still, I managed to survive, my cultivation even improving in the process. I’m afraid he’ll have to be disappointed.”
Ye Jing ground his teeth in anger, “Not exacting vengeance is not the way of a man; this debt, I’ll collect from him sooner or later!”
Hearing his words, Lan Wenyan frowned, “Junior apprentice-brother Ye, please calm down. I heard about the events of that day afterwards; Senior apprentice-brother Yan’s Internal Crystal Furnace dropped into the deep abyss, thus exploding and injuring you. It was a purely accidental thing.”
Ye Jing gave a cold snort, “Are you the roundworm within his belly, therefore knowing how he thinks? What he says, you just believe?”
“That Martial Grandmaster, the Crimson Spirit Flag Master, had originally come to find trouble for him, yet got manipulated by him instead. Using the fire seed, I was conveniently made that man’s target in his place. All of these were well within his calculations!”
“A mere low-grade artifact covered your conscience, causing you to lean towards him so heavily?”
Hearing his words, Lan Wenyan got a little angry, “In the first place it was you who were greedy, going on your own accord to snatch senior apprentice-brother Yan’s seed of True Fire. Otherwise, why would that Martial Grandmaster even target you? Do you really think of yourself as a prominent figure?”
“Having managed to get through such a huge ordeal alive, I can understand that your feelings would naturally be a bit riled and antagonistic. I don’t blame you for that, but that doesn’t mean that you can shoot off your mouth with this kind of nonsense.”
He appraised Ye Jing, shaking his head, “What senior apprentice-brother Yan said, I believe! Why? At that time, having already plummeted? into the deep abyss, it was already highly likely that you were dead. Why would senior apprentice-brother Yan have to throw down his Internal Crystal Furnace then?”
“Moreover, how precious is an Internal Crystal Furnace? Just to kill you, senior apprentice-brother Yan destroyed his own Internal Crystal Furnace? Between the Internal Crystal Furnace from the legends, and you, a martial practitioner who’s not even a Martial Scholar yet, which is more precious?”
“Regardless of whether it were me, you, or any single one of the others who entered the Sealing Dragon Abyss along with him, if senior apprentice-brother Yan really wanted to kill someone of our level, let’s not talk about him striking us dead with a single palm strike, even a single breath of his would be something that we might not be able to withstand. And you say that he would have to intentionally destroy his own Internal Crystal Furnace?”
The other party’s words caused Ye Jing to instantly recall the previous indifference and disregard Yan Zhaoge had shown towards him.
The desolation, anger and hatred he had felt in the Sealing Dragon Abyss skyrocketed even more, almost consuming Ye Jing’s sanity.
Ye Jing’s twin pupils were as red as fire, “A low-grade artifact, could already turn you into Yan Zhao
ge’s dog?”
“In that case, I’ll beat first the dog , then the master!” With an enraged roar, he soared into the air, lunging toward Lan Wenyan!
Caught off guard, Lan Wenyan could only feel a burning wave of heat headed in his direction, almost causing him to suffocate.
Having survived a huge ordeal, Ye Jing’s cultivation had really improved so greatly?
Without daring to hesitate, Lan Wenyan immediately put up a shield, precisely that low-grade artifact that Yan Zhaoge had gifted him with earlier on.
It was only that looking at this shield, Ye Jing was as if a hated enemy was right before his eyes, becoming even more enraged as his fists descended upon Lan Wenyan like a roaring tempest, a raging hurricane.
As if he did not know fatigue, his steel-like fists beat down unceasingly, like tireless waves causing the slow erosion and eventual collapse of a mountain ridge.
Finding it hard to properly utilise the first power of the low-grade artifact, Lan Wenyan actually couldn’t hold the bare-handed Ye Jing back.
Finally, the artifact was sent flying out of Lan Wenyan’s hand. Still, Ye Jing’s punching motion did not cease, as he directly sent Lan Wenyan flying as well.
Looking at his opponent who had landed on the ground, blood flowing unceasingly from the corners of his mouth, Ye Jing’s gaze was cold, killing intent constantly emanating from his eyes. Only after some time had passed did he finally shift away his gaze.
As his vision turned to fall on the shield which had fallen to the side, his eyes once again began burning strongly with the flames of fury and hatred. He rushed towards it, kicking out, directly sending that shield flying far off into the distance.
The shield turned into a little black dot, disappearing amongst the distant mountains far away.
Ye Jing glanced at the half-dead Lan Wenyan with hatred, then turned and left, headed for the depths of the mountain range.
“With the help of my ring, I reforged my fleshly body, but, because of the martial art that I train in, have become much more temperamental and quick to anger than before.”
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