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This dense forest is located on the eastern side of Rolling Cloud Peak, in a relatively remote area that has seen no visitors for many years, resulting in a thick layer of fallen leaves accumulating on the ground. At this moment, Hong Zhi's footsteps, though slow, still rustle softly as they tread on the soft leaves.
He is not far from Ye Tian, only about ten steps away, but those few steps feel like a long journey to Hong Zhi. By the time he reaches Ye Tian, beads of sweat have already begun to form on his forehead.
His emotions are complex and tense; his complexity stems from his self-contempt. As a Four-Stage Martial Artist, he feels ashamed to be so apprehensive in front of a clearly injured Three-Stage Martial Artist. This makes him feel embarrassed, even as if he has wasted his life.
It is precisely because of this that he feels nervous and cannot help but feel so. Ye Tian's strength is like a mystery, constantly reshaping his understanding of what a Martial Practitioner should be. A Three-Stage Martial Artist can face three opponents of equal strength without any pressure. A Three-Stage Martial Artist can survive an attack strong enough to contend with a Martial Unity Expert...
What is his limit? Does he have any hidden cards?
Hong Zhi stands before Ye Tian, trembling with fear and hesitating.
Ye Tian is facing downwards, so Hong Zhi cannot see his expression. The clothing on Ye Tian's back has been crushed to shreds by immense force, revealing some bronze skin underneath. There are no explosive muscles visible, but there are also no obvious signs of collapse or severe injuries...
"Master... he might..." After much hesitation, Hong Zhi still does not dare to approach Ye Tian easily and can only turn back to Elder Dou for help, hoping that the latter will "show mercy" and summon him back.
Elder Dou's face flashes with impatience, clearly letting out a cold snort.
"How can you achieve great things with such little courage?!" Seeing that Hong Zhi remains motionless, Elder Dou scolds him displeasedly.
Upon hearing this, Hong Zhi steels himself and raises his foot to kick at Ye Tian's head.
The reason for his determination is simple: he has become half-informed about Elder Dou's secrets. If he cannot collaborate with him, then he will only become one of those who never speak...
This kick from Hong Zhi carries his resolution and is executed with great force, even producing a sharp Sound of Breaking Air.
The black boot is less than half an inch from Ye Tian's head; if this kick lands solidly, even if Ye Tian was not dead before, he would likely suffer a fatal blow from this kick.
How far is half an inch? If converted into time, this distance can be covered in less than the blink of an eye.
Hong Zhi finally felt relieved. At this moment, he seemed to see a beautiful dawn; a thousand Contribution Points were right before him, and from now on, he had Elder Dou as a formidable ally comparable to Li Xun. Was it still far from being admired by others?
“Hahaha... ha...”
Hong Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud, but just as his laughter began, he suddenly felt something unusual under his feet.
It was empty... he hadn't kicked anything...
“What?!” Even Elder Dou was taken aback, letting out a sound.
Hong Zhi's pupils constricted sharply. When he saw Ye Tian, the golden Thunder Light in his hand was already striking towards his forehead.
Hong Zhi raised his arm to block it. In that moment of urgency, he remained calm. All ten layers of power surged into his arm, and Martial Origin Power instantly condensed into a swirling light.
Bang!
The Golden Thunder Palm, accompanied by the sound of Thunderstorm, slammed against Hong Zhi's arm with a thunderous roar. A powerful shockwave erupted violently.
After the strike, Hong Zhi felt his arm go numb, the numbness accompanied by sharp pain. Clearly, after enduring that blow, his arm bone had been cracked.
But at this critical moment, Hong Zhi had no time to worry about the pain; what he needed to do was quickly retreat to Elder Dou's side. Only then would he be safe.
The three of them stood in a straight line. At the end was Elder Dou, who was more than ten steps away from Hong Zhi. In between was Hong Zhi, who was only half a step away from Ye Tian. That half-step distance was already crossed by Ye Tian, whose robust arm darted forward like a swift snake.
“Master!” Hong Zhi instinctively shouted. Although he could still barely exchange a few moves with Ye Tian based on his true strength, Ye Tian's extraordinary performance had completely shattered his understanding of normal Martial Cultivation power. His inner defenses had been utterly crushed.
Elder Dou's eyes flashed with a cold light, but he ultimately did not move.
The reason he remained still was not only because he wanted to save Hong Zhi, but also because even he did not have the ability to rescue Hong Zhi within Ye Tian's range!
Elder Dou's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to sneer, but in the end, he could not manage a smile.
As Ye Tian made his move, his gaze pierced through the gap between the two and locked onto Elder Dou, filled with a mocking playfulness, as if to say: The real show has just begun!
Having lost his fighting spirit, Hong Zhi was powerless to resist. He could only retreat instinctively while watching Ye Tian's lightning-fast finger movements in horror. His fingers, now pressed together, seemed to magnify in his vision before finally tapping lightly on his own body.
A seal...
His fingers danced rapidly.
Nine Seals— from the first seal to Nine Seals, it was merely the blink of an eye.
Once the last seal was completed, Ye Tian suddenly pushed Hong Zhi away and used the momentum to withdraw. The Yuqi Tayan Jue was activated, and in an instant, he was already twenty zhang away.
Thud...
Hong Zhi fell at Elder Dou's feet like a mockery, his expression pale as death, devoid of any vitality.
Elder Dou didn't even bother to glance at him; instead, he fixed a gaze filled with a desire to devour on the distant Ye Tian.
Feeling the sharp gaze directed at him, Ye Tian merely smiled lightly and said nothing.
"Master... Master save me..." Although Hong Zhi did not know what kind of Seal Technique Ye Tian had just placed on him, he understood that since Ye Tian dared to let him go like this, those Seal Techniques were definitely still under Ye Tian's control. In other words, as long as Ye Tian wished, the Seal Technique could take Hong Zhi's life at any moment.
Faced with Hong Zhi's pleas, Elder Dou did not choose to ignore him. He withdrew his gaze from Ye Tian and began to carefully examine the fearful expression on Hong Zhi's face.
From head to toe, Elder Dou could not find any clues on Hong Zhi. As he reached to feel the latter's back, his brow suddenly furrowed in concentration.
Within Hong Zhi's body, he sensed the Nine Streams of Energy lying quietly dormant. Although there were no unusual signs from this energy, he understood that this was the Seal Technique that Ye Tian had just inscribed. As long as the latter silently recited the mental formula, the power of the Nine Streams of Energy would manifest. With Elder Dou's perception, if the Nine Streams of Energy were to explode, its power would be enough to obliterate a Five-Stage Martial Artist.
"Do not attempt to erase the dormant energy within him using your Martial Origin Power," Ye Tian said with a cold smile, having seen through Elder Dou's intentions.
Elder Dou remained silent upon hearing this but followed Ye Tian's advice and stopped his actions. He realized that such a method was unfeasible; if the Nine Streams of Energy encountered external force, it could easily detonate.
The atmosphere fell into silence, with only the whispers and Hong Zhi's heavy breaths of desperation for survival breaking the stillness.
"You are not just a simple Three-Stage Martial Artist, are you?" After a moment, Elder Dou finally spoke, his tone calm and merely inquisitive.
"What do you think?" Ye Tian tilted his head slightly and replied with a faint smile.
Neither denying nor confirming, Ye Tian's response did not surprise Elder Dou at all.
"Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Classic?" After pondering for a moment, Elder Dou asked again.
As soon as these words were spoken, even someone as composed as Ye Tian couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart; Elder Dou had indeed discerned the secret within him.
This was the domain of Martial Sovereigns, and it was also the sect of Martial Sovereigns. Historically, those within the sect often took it upon themselves to uphold the principles of Martial Sovereigns. They would never allow someone harboring Evil Scriptures to exist; once discovered, there was only one solution.
Without exception, they would execute without mercy!
Although this was merely an unwritten rule and lacked reason or humanity, in the face of clan interests, everything seemed so logical and unavoidable.
“Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Technique?!” Even Hong Zhi, who had been immersed in fear, was startled awake. His eyes widened as if they were about to burst, staring incredulously at Ye Tian.
“Elder Dou thinks too highly of me.” Ye Tian did not answer directly, but the meaning of denial was quite obvious.
“Heh, you have quite the nerve.” Elder Dou sneered. Previously, he had suspected Ye Tian due to the sudden aura of dominance that emanated from him, which even made him feel a hint of oppression. This was also the reason he had suddenly concealed his presence—not out of intention, but involuntarily...
“Possessing the Blood Sect Evil Canon, you still dare to infiltrate our Cloud Sea Sect to learn? Tell me, what exactly are your intentions?!” Elder Dou spoke sternly, taking on a posture as if he were ridding the world of evil.
“Just because you say I possess the Blood Sect Evil Canon, does that mean I actually do?” Ye Tian appeared lazy and smiled, “Then if I say you are plotting treason and usurpation, does that mean you are plotting treason and usurpation?”
Elder Dou was taken aback by his words but soon burst into laughter. He guessed correctly; Ye Tian indeed possessed what was referred to as the Blood Sect Evil Canon, the Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Technique. However, Ye Tian also guessed somewhat accurately that his true aim was to seize the position of Cloud Pavilion Master from Xuanyuan Changfeng, but it was not just that.
Elder Dou laughed, and Ye Tian joined in, both sharing a laugh that left Hong Zhi utterly confused.
“Master... should we identify him...” Hong Zhi timidly asked.
“Fool, have you forgotten what I told you?” Elder Dou replied without anger, his tone laced with humor.
Hong Zhi concentrated and pondered for a moment before tentatively asking, “Sometimes not seeing anything is the best choice?”
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