Chapter 425 - 268: Cohabitation and Cultivation (2)

Chapter 425: Chapter 268: Cohabitation and Cultivation (2)

Actually, over the past six months, Ye Shuping had acquired numerous rare treasures from many old friends through resource exchanges, investing all of them in Yu Fei. If Yu Fei had handled it himself, such a large quantity of jade would have likely been exposed long ago. Besides, the higher up you go, many things are difficult to purchase with merit points.

"Master, didn’t you say Old Four might make a move on me? Have I already been exposed?"

Yu Fei wasn’t stupid. According to the old master, Old Four planned to change the world after Ye Shuping passed away from old age. That meant Yu Fei, whom the old master was grooming with great care, would likely be an obstacle. There was no guarantee he wouldn’t make his move early.

Ye Shuping smacked Yu Fei on the back of the head.

"Who are you to call him ’Old Four’? You’re number sixteen. No matter what, he is your senior brother. You must address him as Senior Brother, regardless of the circumstances."

"Hsss..."

Ye Shuping’s smacks were deceptively painful. They left no trace, just like he was still an ordinary person.

"But, Master, didn’t you say he has taken a path opposite to yours?"

WHACK!

"Address him as Senior Brother. Your Fourth Senior Brother, Yang Jingxuan, is an exceptionally talented man. He has his own agenda, but he respects me as his master. As long as I’m alive, he will show some restraint.

So, I know he intends to wreak havoc in the future, and he knows I won’t allow it. He’s just quietly building his strength, waiting for me to kick the bucket! As long as your Senior Brother Yang hasn’t officially turned against me, you will respect him."

Yu Fei found all this twisting logic confusing.

"You’re all Martial Saints. Can’t you just live and let live? You’re all getting on in years, why are you still trying to kill each other over such convoluted reasons!"

Hearing this, Ye Shuping finally lost his patience. He slapped Yu Fei clear into the courtyard and snapped:

"Go practice your Swordsmanship!"

’This kid,’ he thought. ’Does he think everyone is as unambitious as him? If one truly has the power to dominate the world, why not usher in a new era?’

Ye Shuping had figured it out. If he didn’t put some pressure on this kid, he would probably just become a total shut-in.

After each refinement session, Ye Shuping would explain the Cultivation Technique. Over the past six months, the old master had given Yu Fei many more cultivation manuals to practice.

The initial catalog of three hundred Swordsmanship styles had long since been mastered. Ye Shuping then brought out numerous other martial arts, not limited to Swordsmanship—fist, palm, leg, and finger techniques, as well as saber, spear, staff, and halberd forms.

He brought them all out for Yu Fei to practice.

Since Yu Fei was to walk the path of reducing complexity to simplicity, there was no need to be confined to the sword. As a veteran Martial Saint, Ye Shuping knew one thing with great clarity.

The Five Realms Divine Intent might seem ordinary, but it was one of the rare stages where an average Martial Artist had a chance to defy the odds and pull ahead.

In the process of cultivating in the Divine Realm, even if an ordinary Martial Artist mastered only a single Divine Intent, as long as they were determined enough to endure life-and-death struggles and temper that Divine Intent to its absolute limit, they would have a chance to pull a massive upset if they broke through to the Grandmaster Realm.

Conversely, even a prodigy among Martial Artists would have limited future prospects if they became intoxicated with their own false sense of power in this realm, simply chasing a greater number of Divine Intents or neglecting to properly hone them, even if they later broke through to become a Grandmaster.

Martial talent is Innate, and resources depend on one’s background and luck. Only unyielding willpower is something a Martial Artist can control themselves.

Of course, they might also just die a violent death on the spot.

He would forge this sword, Yu Fei, to its absolute limit, then cast it into the fiercest furnace, hoping to create a blade of peerless sharpness.

Yu Fei had too much potential. In stark contrast to his spastic and simple personality, his talent for combat and cultivation was exceptionally high. He could quickly master the basics of any Cultivation Technique, and when combined with his bizarre array of abilities, he had all the makings of an invincible warrior.

Furthermore, while the kid didn’t seem to think much, Ye Shuping had observed that Yu Fei possessed a beast-like intuition for malice. He could instantly tell who harbored ill will toward him, and once he confirmed a target, he would strike without the slightest hesitation.

The old headmaster reflected on his time with Yu Fei. For every bit of genuine care he showed the boy, the kid would open up and reveal a bit more of himself. And so it had gone, right up to the present day.

This terrifying innate ability allowed Yu Fei to bypass the need to second-guess people’s intentions, letting him subjectively determine friend from foe with incredible speed. While this method had its flaws, it was more than enough for his needs.

The days passed. Occasionally, Yu Fei would sneak Li Mengyao some treasures that weren’t restricted by cultivation realms for her to try. Li Mengyao, for her part, remained dedicated to her studies. She genuinely wanted to learn. In the long life ahead of her, she wanted something to do in her spare time besides just being with Yu Fei.

"You’re back! What kept you so late today!"

Yu Fei changed into slippers and pajamas as the lady of the house required. Back when he lived alone, he would be so tired from cultivating that he’d fall asleep without even taking his shoes off.

It seemed women naturally paid more attention to the little details that gave life a richer texture.

He teleported right next to Li Mengyao, swept her up by the waist, and pinned her on the sofa, playfully groping her for a moment.

Just as things were about to get heated, Li Mengyao forcefully pushed him away and told him to go wash his hands.

"Let’s eat first! I’ve been in classes all day, I’m starving!"

In the small, second-floor dining room, Yu Fei and Li Mengyao ate the same meal. He didn’t have any extra portions.

After the insane amount of supplements he’d been forced to consume lately, he wasn’t hungry in the slightest.

"Hey, Yu Fei, you look like you’ve put on some weight. Am I seeing a double chin?"

"You’re not seeing things. My master has been forcing me to gain weight lately!"

Yu Fei replied listlessly. He never thought he’d see the day he’d be forced to eat supplements to the point of throwing up.

’In fact, given his level of control over his body, the very fact that he could get fat was telling. He had consumed too many tonics, and a massive amount of medicinal power had accumulated in his body, unable to be fully digested. Yu Fei felt like he was a walking, talking heavenly treasure. If those goons from the Illuminati saw him now, they’d probably drool themselves to tears.’

When Yu Fei came out of the shower, he saw her dressed in a red silk nightie. Its hem barely covered the top half of her peach-like rear, and she had tied up her hair. But what was most eye-catching was the pair of red high heels and black fishnet stockings.

Li Mengyao had a killer figure. Every step she took was a heart-stopping, trembling sight.

She walked up to Yu Fei, bent over, and turned, whipping her hair across his face. The pose made the curve of her waist and hips simply breathtaking.

"So? Do you like my new nightgown?"

In the six months they’d known each other, Li Mengyao had made remarkable progress. She was no longer the innocent girl she once was. Now, her every move was filled with alluring charm.

She leaned forward slightly, revealing a tantalizing expanse of pale skin, only to cover herself at the last second, all while maintaining an innocent, pure-hearted gaze.

All of Yu Fei’s Qi Blood instantly rushed south.

’I have to admit,’ he thought, ’when it comes to seduction and flirting, women really are more naturally gifted.’

"Ah!... Haha... You animal, showing your true colors again..."

During a brief lull in their storm of passion, Li Mengyao reached down.

"I want more..."

After six months of relentless cultivation, Yu Fei had finally reached the middle volume of the Star Soul Forging Scripture.

Within this ocean of light, his spiritual body was nearly identical to a real person. Countless beams of light surged into the Immeasurable Sword Seal, where they were smelted, transformed, and absorbed by Yu Fei as pure Spiritual Power.

These powers of different attributes deepened Yu Fei’s comprehension of various Divine Intents, which was why, in Ye Shuping’s eyes, his learning speed for cultivation techniques was simply astonishing.

It wasn’t just because of his ’golden talent.’ This ocean of light was a natural treasure trove, and its light beams, each with a different elemental attribute, greatly enhanced Yu Fei’s comprehension of Divine Intent.

Moreover, this ceaseless stream of power acting directly on his divine soul was also subtly tempering it.

Unlike his physical body, which had become mottled with impurities from consuming so many heavenly treasures, his divine soul was growing ever purer through this daily refinement.

By now, Yu Fei’s Divine Sense could cover a radius of fifty feet, and his divine soul’s core had solidified into an entity the size of a soybean. In terms of sheer scale, this was already half that of a typical Grandmaster.

In other words, in terms of his soul cultivation, Yu Fei was already on par with a weaker Grandmaster.

About an hour later, his spiritual body began to turn illusory. Streams of light continued to pour into the Immeasurable Sword Seal, but after a few more moments, he could no longer bear the strain and withdrew from the sea of light.

The familiar, soul-rending agony returned, and Yu Fei’s head throbbed as if it were about to split open.

But his expression remained serene. Cultivating the Star Soul Forging Scripture was practically a form of spiritual self-flagellation—one had to accept the pain, endure the pain, and ultimately, ignore the pain.

Every day, after cultivating this spiritual Secret Technique, he would inevitably fall into a deep slumber.

Relying on some faint, subconscious sense, Yu Fei teleported onto the bed, startling the sleeping Li Mengyao.

She was always wearing the gemstone necklace Yu Fei had given her, which served as his beacon.

Following his instincts, Yu Fei buried his face in that suffocating softness and fell fast asleep.

Li Mengyao shifted slightly, letting Yu Fei rest more comfortably.