With such a swift move, such a sharp blade, Ye Jingyu possessed absolute confidence that this little figure before him, even if he were a Soul Immortal realm Soul Master, would certainly perish facing his strike…
After all, at such close quarters, it was practically a death zone for a Soul Master…
A smug smile even played on Ye Jingyu’s lips—what an achievement it would be to slay a Soul Master of at least the Spirit Manifestation realm…
“Clang…” With a sound, Ye (For the full text novel reading, please visit .1.m (1.m.literature.net) Jingyu’s smile froze completely before it could fully bloom, and his mouth naturally fell open…
The small white figure had extended two fingers at some unknown moment, effortlessly pinching Ye Jingyu’s supremely confident attack. His face remained utterly devoid of expression, yet Ye Jingyu perceived, even on that blank, somewhat sparse-haired face, a profound serenity—the very tranquility of an unparalleled master…
As if his strike had been utterly insignificant…
However, a flicker of surprise momentarily crossed the little figure’s eyes…
Was it surprise at Ye Jingyu’s speed? Or at the blade he held clamped between his fingers?
At that moment, Hei Mingyingjie’s figure had already rushed forward. Her long sword flickered, and a streak of silver sword light shot through the air, aimed directly at the crown of the white figure’s head, completely disregarding that Ye Jingyu was standing a step ahead of the little man…
The little figure did not move to block, merely turning his head sharply. A faint, eerie blue light shot from his eyes, striking the sharp sword energy head-on, instantly shattering Hei Mingyingjie’s full-force sword strike. The invincible blue radiance then slammed into the black eggshell protecting Hei Mingyingjie, causing the shell, capable of withstanding countless ice blades, to crack inch by inch with crisp snapping sounds. Hei Mingyingjie herself was violently thrown backward…
A voice, vibrating with utter shock, escaped her lips…
“Nine Nether Sky-Piercing Eyes…”
“Why is this ‘Heavenly Venerate’ in your hands?” The little white figure ignored Hei Mingyingjie’s exclamation, instead lifting his gaze toward Ye Jingyu…
Heavenly Venerate? Only now did Ye Jingyu grasp the domineering name of this blade—Heaven and Earth, I alone am honored…
Yet, he was in no mood now to ponder the sword’s artistic implication…
Ye Jingyu towered over the little figure by more than double his height, looking down upon him. But for some inexplicable reason, he felt the little man’s gaze was overwhelmingly heavy, like a great mountain pressing down upon his head…
Having witnessed the little man effortlessly repel the unfathomably powerful Hei Mingyingjie with just a glance, Ye Jingyu understood that if this being wished to kill him, a mere glance would suffice…
“It was granted to me by my master…” Ye Jingyu replied. In his heart, he believed this blade was a relic left by Dugu Bacheng. The Thunderclap Blade Art was taught to him by Dugu Bacheng; referring to him as Master was fitting in sentiment and propriety. Moreover, deep down, he truly regarded Dugu Bacheng as his mentor…
“How is little Chenchen doing now?” Upon hearing that Ye Jingyu received the blade from his master, the little figure’s tone softened. The two fingers clamping the blade loosened, and a rare tenderness unexpectedly appeared in his eyes…
“Little Chenchen?” Ye Jingyu blinked, only then realizing the character Chen in Dugu Bacheng’s name. This person before him called Dugu Bacheng ‘little Chenchen’?
Heavens, Dugu Bacheng was the legendary peerless master who was the only one to wound Xuanyuan Jue. Yet, he was called ‘little Chenchen’ by a figure barely a meter tall? If this spread, what a sensation it would cause?
But Dugu Bacheng became famous three centuries ago. If this person called him ‘little Chenchen,’ that would imply he…
Considering the potential age of the being before him, Ye Jingyu immediately grew deferential. Regardless, he could discern from the words spoken that he and Dugu Bacheng shared an incredibly deep, positive bond. As Dugu Bacheng’s successor, how could he possibly offend such a person?
Accordingly, Ye Jingyu respectfully recounted everything that had transpired in the mountain cave to the small white figure before him… Senior…
“Dugu Bacheng is dead? Impossible…” To Ye Jingyu’s surprise, the little figure reached the same conclusion as Dugu Qian had initially…
However, Dugu Qian had spoken with a certain (For the full text novel reading, please visit .1.m (1.m.literature.net) bewilderment, as if struck down, his expression hazy. This little figure, however, stated it with absolute certainty…
“But…” Ye Jingyu wanted to argue. After all, he hadn't sensed any life force within Dugu Bacheng’s body back then, and his body was utterly desiccated, a mere husk. How could he possibly be alive…
“There are no ‘buts.’ That little fellow, despite his solitary disposition and somewhat irritating nature, is incredibly persistent in his endeavors. As long as that Xuanyuan brat hasn’t died, he certainly won’t die…” A faint smile touched the little figure’s face for the first time, resembling an old man reminiscing about his two grandsons…
Xuanyuan brat. If he could call Dugu Bacheng ‘little Chenchen,’ then this Xuanyuan brat must undoubtedly be Xuanyuan Jue…
The founding emperor of the Tianyuan Empire—being addressed as ‘brat’ by someone, or perhaps something, that didn't even qualify as fully human—left Ye Jingyu speechless…
The origins of the person before him were truly terrifyingly profound…
“Then Master, he…” Hearing the news that Dugu Bacheng was not dead, Ye Jingyu felt a complicated mix of emotions…
He longed to meet the super expert who shook the world three centuries ago, yet he also felt apprehension. After all, he had practiced the Thunder Control Blade Art without Dugu Bacheng’s consent, and he had even taken the Heavenly Venerate blade without permission…
If Dugu Bacheng were dead, it could be attributed to finding a destined successor. But since he was alive, didn’t that make Ye Jingyu a thief?
What if Dugu Bacheng found him?
“Rest assured. That little fellow isn’t petty enough to mind. Since you were able to learn that set of blade techniques, he already acknowledged you as his disciple. There won’t be any trouble looking for you…” The little figure saw through Ye Jingyu’s worries with a faint smile…
“Oh…” Facing this unfathomable senior, Ye Jingyu truly didn’t know what to say…
It was at this juncture that Hei Mingyingjie, having been swept away by a single glance, managed to stand up again. Streaks of purple light pulsed across her body, and terrifying waves of energy churned within her. The long sword in her hand emitted a low hum, and her expression, beyond sheer rage, was dominated by gravity…