Chapter 521 - 316: Search

Chapter 521: Chapter 316: Search

"Not bad. Your will is much stronger than Yu Wen Baji’s!"

Indeed. Compared to Yu Wen Baji, who was all bark and no bite, Zhang Xunyi’s will was far stronger. Yu Fei’s aura, enhanced by his Invincible Will and suffused with killing intent, was far beyond what an ordinary person could withstand.

Although Zhang Xunyi couldn’t hide his instinctual fear, he still drew his sword—dared to draw his sword—purely out of reflex.

From this alone, even though he only had a red-level talent, he was already much stronger than the Expert.

Furthermore, based on Yu Fei’s observations during today’s battle, Zhang Xunyi’s strength was faintly the greatest among the third-years, second only to himself.

The purity and power of his spiritual will were not inferior to Feng Hua’s.

Given time, he could very well become the number three figure in this battle group.

Jiang Nianwei had also formed her own unique style after her training, and she was at least as strong as the Expert.

Among the three third-year classes, these two had improved the fastest. Li Jueyin was no longer as stunning as when they first met. And while the Expert and Lin Zihao were still much stronger than ordinary Celestial Pride Martial Artists, they no longer possessed that same crushing power.

In the future, those two might just become the next Qingshan.

As for Zhang Hu...

Yu Fei had once observed him from a distance. How to put it? His physique’s special traits were very strong. Among the prodigies of the same realm, he was very difficult to kill. But that was all.

’A Martial Artist isn’t a sandbag. Blindly pursuing restorative abilities is, in itself, a second-rate path.’

’In the two realms of Spiritual Will and Gang Qi, if one cannot forge a core spirit that dares to fight heaven and earth, their future potential will be sealed.’

’Every Celestial Pride Martial Artist I have encountered, no matter what form their spiritual will took, had to possess a core of pure slaughter. It is the essence of challenging and surpassing oneself. To single-mindedly seek survival is, in fact, a slow suicide.’

’After all, a warrior makes his stand through one thing and one thing only: battle.’

"Well then, let’s meet in Shenhan. I have some personal business to take care of!"

"Personal business? Need any help?"

Feng Hua volunteered.

"That won’t be necessary. I might even be able to recruit two Grandmaster-level experts for our battle group! Besides, now that we’ve decided to form a battle group, we still don’t know if the brothers below are willing to join!"

Gao Nianzhen immediately said, "Mr. Yu, don’t you worry. With the strength you displayed in this battle, as soon as you establish the group... I can’t guarantee a hundred percent, but at least ninety percent of the people will be willing to join."

"I hope so!"

After bidding farewell to everyone, Yu Fei went to rough up Yu Wen Baji one more time before leaving.

He ordered him to dye his hair black by the next time they met, or else he’d beat him up again.

The guy was arrogant, a bully to the weak and a coward to the strong, but his power was not to be underestimated. This battle had crushed his spirit, but with such a strange talent, he would sooner or later be able to pull a team together.

’I’ll find a chance to copy Yu Wen Baji’s talent. Such a peculiar psychological control ability is one of a kind. If used well, its effects would be significant.’

After studying the map for a moment, Yu Fei flew east.

’Pingsha Ridge, Frost Mist Lake, Cangye Corps!’

Recalling the information he’d coaxed out of He Man, Yu Fei immediately set off.

He didn’t understand what Ye Shuping’s plan was, but he had a feeling it was going to be a huge hassle.

Following the clues along the trajectory of fate, the outline of this matter had become quite clear.

The old man had feigned concern for Yan Sea and Su Yue to Senior Sister Zhuo Feiming. Of course, she hadn’t thought too much of it and had her master and his wife transferred back to Guihong Military Base.

Then Zhao Tianhen of the Shenxiao Corps took the opportunity to set a trap for Yan Sea, leading the master to discover a clue about the Sima Hong incident from all those years ago, which was likely related to the Celestial Phenomenon Corps.

So Yan Sea, stubborn as ever, fell for it. He and his wife set off to brave the world, breaking into a camp to torture someone for information.

According to He Man’s intelligence, the one they tortured was an old Grandmaster who once served as a vanguard herald.

What was interesting was that position. A vanguard herald was responsible for relaying military orders across realms. What kind of order could have been relayed that would attract Yan Sea’s attention?

It must be related to the battle in which Sima Hong died.

Master Yan Sea had always believed Sima Hong was killed during a conflict, but Yu Fei knew better. From his probing of Ye Shuping two years ago, he understood that Sima Hong’s death had been absolutely arranged by Ye Shuping.

Moreover, Sima Hong was a true demonic cultivator. The Tribulation Sword Skill he passed down was insidious, and all the Inner Sect Disciples who learned it from him were corrupted into his puppets.

’Otherwise, how could only Chen Yu and Yan Sea have survived that battle?’

Yu Fei’s thoughts went even further. He connected it to the recent battle at Celestial Sword Gorge, where every Celestial Pride Class had suffered casualties to varying degrees. Moreover, Zhang Xunyi had alleged that the students who "accidentally" died in the great battle all had dirty backgrounds, with the blood of many innocent people on their hands.

Piecing all this information together, Yu Fei suddenly felt that the old man who fed Ah Zhen in the Profound Bright Palace, the Martial Saint who had casually suppressed a ninth-rank fire spirit in the Red Sun Realm, was shrouded in layer upon layer of fog.

’And Zhao Tianhen!’

’A Celestial Pride Martial Artist of considerable strength, hiding his true realm while lying low in the Shenxiao Corps.’

’In the vast world of martial arts, eighty or ninety prodigy students graduate each year at the low end, and close to two hundred at the high end. The old man has controlled Shenhan for over a century, and the number of Martial Saint students under him exceeds the fingers on two hands.’

’How strong is Ye Shuping? How much power does he command? How many people are working for him, hidden from view?’

’Right now, I’m the old man’s prized treasure. He gives me whatever resources I ask for and offers constant guidance. But why has he gone to such great lengths this time, manufacturing so many coincidences? What does he want me to do?’

’Even though I have the abilities to blink and teleport, and it looks like I can take on Grandmasters with ease, my own strength is a joke in front of the old man.’