“You… you…” Ye Jingyu’s face was a mask of pure horror, as if he had seen a ghost. He had exerted every ounce of his strength, fully expecting to have evaded Qin Yan, yet he never imagined he had been tracked the entire time. At this moment, he was utterly speechless…
“Heh, to be honest, you are the most gifted youth I have ever encountered. But I cannot take you as my disciple. Do you know why?” Seeing the stunned bewilderment on Ye Jingyu’s face, Qin Yan’s eternally composed expression softened into a faint, subtle smile…
“Hmph, even if you knelt down and begged me, this young master would never apprentice under you…” Ye Jingyu exploded into curses, his dark eyes darting frantically, calculating how he might escape Qin Yan’s grasp. Sitting there waiting for death was simply not in his nature…
“Heh, quite spirited, very spirited indeed. But those with too much spirit often perish quickly. Ye Jingyu, you are the only one I cannot fathom, and therefore, I cannot allow you to live…” Qin Yan smiled thinly, his body shifting forward once more…
Ye Jingyu was forced to retreat, but soon he realized there was nowhere left to run; behind him yawned a bottomless abyss, a sheer cliff face…
Thick mist billowed, and seas of clouds blanketed the entire horizon, utterly obliterating Ye Jingyu’s last sliver of hope for escape. Was he truly destined to die here?
Watching Qin Yan advance step by measured step, Ye Jingyu thought desperately…
He did not want to die. Truly, he did not want to die. He had already lost his life once; he refused to lose it a second time…
Forget it—all or nothing!
Seeing Qin Yan just seven or eight paces away, Ye Jingyu cast aside all hesitation and surged forward at full speed toward his opponent. Even knowing he was no match for Qin Yan, he resolved to fight; to yield meant certain death, but fighting offered a faint chance of survival…
Under the immediate threat to his life, Ye Jingyu’s latent potential erupted fully. His speed reached an absolute peak, prompting even Qin Yan to show a flicker of surprise. Such velocity was impossible even for a Martial Master?
In the blink of an eye, Ye Jingyu was before Qin Yan (For full text novel reading, visit .1.(1.m.com Literature Network).
He attacked without any formal martial arts technique, simply throwing a straightforward punch toward Qin Yan…
This punch carried the totality of his lifelong strength…
This punch was laced with his desperate hope for survival…
This punch contained the very essence of his tenacious grip on life…
The fist whistled through the air, leaving virtually no time for pause, and arrived directly at Qin Yan’s chest. It seemed this blow possessed the power to shatter Qin Yan into fragments…
Yet, Ye Jingyu still drastically underestimated the power of a Grandmaster—a realm entirely beyond his reach. Qin Yan barely seemed to move, yet with a simple extension of his palm, he struck Ye Jingyu’s heart just before the incoming fist connected…
A wave of devastating energy surged into Ye Jingyu’s body. Instantly, he felt as if his heart had been torn apart. An indescribable, searing pain shot through him. A burning heat rose in his throat, and opening his mouth wide, a mouthful of blood erupted outward. His body was flung backward like a kite whose string had been severed, flying away toward the rear…
He was sent directly over the edge of the precipice, plunging down into the chasm below…
“Boy, you should blame your miserable luck…” Qin Yan murmured softly upon seeing Ye Jingyu fall, then turned and strode into the dense forest. This ten-thousand-foot drop meant even he would leave no remains, let alone Ye Jingyu. Even if by some miracle the fall didn’t kill him, that single palm strike had consumed half of his internal Zhenqi. Even a peak expert of the Innate Realm would suffer a shattered heart from such a blow, let alone someone possessing not a trace of Zhenqi within their body?
Thus, Qin Yan was certain: Ye Jingyu was beyond saving…
Qin Yan’s palm strike, though seemingly simple, was indeed imbued with an irresistible, destructive energy. That violent burst of Zhenqi flooded Ye Jingyu’s system, relentlessly ravaging his physical form. Despite having practiced the Bàyuán Jué, his cultivation was too shallow to withstand such overwhelming power…
As he plummeted over the cliff edge, feeling the terrifying freefall, his consciousness began to fade. The last coherent thought echoing in his mind was: Am I really going to die now?
The wind howled past him. Still falling, he slipped into complete unconsciousness, the chaotic Zhenqi inside him continuing its destructive work on his body…
With a dull thud, Ye Jingyu’s body slammed against a pine tree growing from the cliff face, instantly splitting the trunk in two. However, this impact significantly slowed his descent, depositing him neatly onto a small platform beneath the tree. At one end of this platform lay a cave entrance just large enough for a person to pass through…
He lay there motionless on the ledge, his injuries catastrophic. Qin Yan’s Zhenqi continued to tear at his insides. But at this critical moment, the ring resting on his chest once again emitted waves of silvery-white light, which flowed into his body, incessantly mending his wounds. When Qin Yan’s Zhenqi encountered this silvery glow, it vanished instantly, like a rat spotting a cat…
He slept for three days and three nights. When Ye Jingyu finally awoke, he witnessed the blood-red sunrise slowly ascending, painting the mist-shrouded expanse with an otherworldly beauty, like a realm of immortals…
Looking around, he realized he had landed on a platform slightly over ten feet wide. Below him was the endless void of the cliff, and above, the spot where he had fallen—still invisible, the distance he had dropped unknown…
“I’m not dead?” Ye Jingyu recalled the agonizing, soul-piercing pain when he was struck. He had been absolutely certain of death, yet here he was, seeing the sun again, and miraculously, not feeling a trace of pain anywhere on his body…
Could it be that ring again?
Vaguely remembering something, Ye Jingyu took the ring in hand. It appeared unchanged; he could only set the thought aside for now…
He surveyed his surroundings before finally fixing his gaze on the cave opening behind him, large enough for one person. Without a second thought, he crawled inside. He couldn't fly, so this was the only path. Did he intend to jump off the cliff again?
Crawling into the tunnel, Ye Jingyu was startled to see evidence of human workmanship—tool marks in the rock. This surprise was quickly followed by elation: if someone had been here before, there must be a way out…
The deeper he ventured, the darker it became. But as Ye Jingyu rounded a bend, the outside light could no longer penetrate. Fortunately, his physique had long since become extraordinary, allowing him to vaguely make out the pathway. He pressed close to the wall, moving forward cautiously…
He passed through this corridor and emerged into a large hall, perhaps over a hundred square meters in area. Ye Jingyu gasped in astonishment as he saw rows of thick vines hanging along the walls. Dangling from these vines were luminous fruits, casting a soft, pale glow that illuminated everything in the chamber…
Ye Jingyu felt immense curiosity. Were these fruits real or artificial? He had certainly never encountered glowing fruit before. Just as he was about to reach out and pluck one to test its reality, he suddenly noticed a figure seated on a stone bed at the far end of the hall, and instantly, every hair on his body stood on end…
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