บท 24: End of the Spar

With a bang, the clump of clouds smashed against the ground. It was brutal and mesmerizing at the same time. To witness the sky fall, even if it was on a much smaller scale, was still very mystifying.

The Soaring Cloud Sect does have a powerful offense technique. Unfortunately, only those who are qualified in terms of cultivation, talent, and dedication can practice it.

Considering the lethality of this technique, it would be disastrous if it was shared carelessly.

Yu Shenmi huffed. Yu Minhe, who looked at the scene in shock, was flabbergasted. Aunt, don't act like a wronged woman when you smashed my disciple with the literal sky.

The clearing was now littered with holes, and Me Feng's whereabouts were unknown. It wasn't until a miserable Me Feng crawled out of one of the holes that they sighed in relief.

However, contrary to their initial belief, the man did not back down. Despite his bloody figure, he forcefully stood up and raged!

"E-Eat... Eat..."

Me Feng struggled to make a coherent phrase. His throat was punctured, with countless wounds blocking off his airflow. It was painful, suffocating and torturous!

Still, he was determined, clenching his fists tightly. It was his chance to make a significant improvement, and he must not hesitate to scream out its 'magical' chant!

He could not back down— No, he refused to back down! For the sake of overcoming the colossal Path of Cultivation, he must preserved in this thorny path!

To prove that he is adequate to be with his Master. To prove that he would not give in even if his wife was unbelievably far!

Yu Shenmi grimaced a little bit. Maybe she went a little bit too far—

"EAT A*S!!!"

The silence was palpable, and with an overbearing power, Me Feng, like a bloodthirsty Ashura, burst out with a newfound source of strength. He stood up heroically as he poured out the deepest part of his heart and soul!

"A*s!"

Yu Minhe was dumbfounded. Yu Shenmi was dumbfounded. The Grand Elder was dumbfounded.

"This... What? Why? Howe?" The Grand Elder wasn't able to catch up to such an absurdity, and he could only stutter out incoherently. It was just too... Incomprehensible.

"Just what the hell is this man?!"

There's no comprehensible explanation. It was just too absurd. There has never been such a thing, where a cultivator would gain a sudden outburst of strength when they shouted out such an audacious phrase.

"Oh, you can't be serious..."

"So my disciple's motivation came from the fact that he liked the Fairy's assets."

The Grand Elder stumbled when Yu Minhe instantaneously concluded Me Feng's true nature with a flat look. He wanted to defend the kid as a man himself, but even he must admit that Me Feng had gone too far.

It's a nut case.

This kid must be a crackhead.

"There's seriously something wrong with you."

At this point, Yu Shenmi has gone numb to the kid's antics. She was more shocked by the fact that he actually experienced a sense of breakthrough by doing such a vulgar thing.

What did he experience to form such an abnormal Dao heart?

On the other side, Me Feng's body was furiously spasming to achieve the body required to activate the 1st stage of the Endless Body Battle fully. Human's body is like a treasure chest, and one needs a certain key to unlock it.

There are many magical ways to do it, and the Endless Body Battle could be considered the cheapest and most convenient one. In exchange, the drawback was no joke, requiring the practitioner to constantly be at the edge of the fine line between life and death.

After a while, Me Feng took a deep breath and smiled. He discarded his atrociousness as if nothing had happened and bowed to his Master and Yu Shenmi in respect, "Thank you for your guidance."

"No no, you have some explanation to do. And who said that the spar is over?"

Yu Minhe appeared before him and pushed her palm. Shockingly, although he was pushed back and was fatally wounded, he didn't get thoroughly floored by the attack. Yu Minhe widened her eyes.

"Amazing. Just what sort of physique do you have? You could resist even an attack from me."

It was merely a farce, of course. Yu Minhe just wanted to teach him a lesson. Although he was battered like a helpless beggar, it was still an achievement in itself to resist an attack from her, someone peerless even in her realm.

Me Feng was still standing straight, feeling the progress of his Endless Battles Body soaring relentlessly. Still, even if he had his talents that heavily favored his physique, to fight a Nascent Soul expert is but a death sentence.

In the first place, he could still stand after receiving Yu Minhe's palm because of the 1st Stage of Endless Body Battles. Without it, he would be thrown like a kite.

He looked at his own body, bruised and ruined by Yu Minhe's palm. A wry smile graced his face. So it seems these wounds would be with me, since physical scars would be retained according to his talent.

"Grand Elder, bring him to the infirmary. Let him rest."

Yu Minhe silently stared as he passed out standing, firmly planting his feet on the ground. She did not doubt that he would still continue this senseless beating should she prevent the spar from stopping.

Yu Shenmi's resentment subsided, replaced by a sense of amazement. She even found his unique taste reassuring, knowing that at least one thing about him made sense.

"It was as if his heart was born to cultivate, despite his inadequate talent."

Yu Minhe didn't respond. She thought of something quietly, watching as the Grand Elder lifted Me Feng up and drifted away from the ruined clearing.

"I just hope he would recognize his limit. I have a keen feeling that he was desperate for something..."

Her heart clenched involuntarily. She wondered if it was because of his feelings toward her. That he chases after strength with undeterred determination.

Yu Minhe fell into a dilemma.

Would it be better if she revealed that even the sole prince of a powerful dynasty, who dominated many prefectures, has to pursue her relentlessly, so he could acknowledge his place and sit in despair? Should she let the water flow by its natural course?

The more she pondered about this, the more she felt pain and grief in her heart.

She wondered, maybe it would've been better if she never met her master and lived the life of an ordinary genius disciple. By then, she would met Me Feng, and then they could be together without caring anything about status or external pressure.

Just two talented disciples who found love amid the chaotic cultivation world and supported each other without worry...

A pained look graced her fair countenance. A mortal always desired the life of an Immortal. But here she was, wishing that she could be a slightly exceptional mortal...

"Me Feng, please be strong enough to break your fate. I really couldn't bear the pressure of shouldering the fate of the sect while being forced to marry a worthless prince just to preserve it..."

It was a moment of childishness and immatureness, selfishly complaining like a little girl, and she even felt embarrassed and ashamed of herself. But Yu Minhe couldn't help it.

She too, wanted to feel what it means to be loved by a heroic man like Me Feng, whose heart dared to chase even an Immortal. She's not like those fairies, who felt traumatized by men and were hell-bent on not associating with them.

She's just an ordinary girl who happens to be born with a once-in-a-million-years talent graced with exceptional beauty by natural selection and cultivation. Her master did not doctrine her with any ideals and notions, merely being there with her to teach her anything necessary about cultivation.

Her innate coldness came from her exceptional talent, and naturally, people felt a natural sense of repulsion, deeming themselves unworthy to associate with her. Even the elders could only tremble in their feet, not daring to have any thoughts of her, who had the legendary eyes of the mythical Truth Seeker Empress.

Yu Shenmi noticed her sadness, but she fell silent. She confirmed her initial suspicion. So that kid has truly captured her niece's heart.

She felt complicated. It was the first time Yu Minhe felt a feeling of love, yet a worthless prince just had to come to ruin it all.

As for Me Feng? Yu Shenmi didn't dare to doubt him. Perhaps if she was any younger, even she would be enraptured and addicted by the feeling of his heart, and she might not be as reserved as Yu Minhe.

The matters of heart are just too mysterious and incomprehensible. Even Yu Shenmi couldn't conclude it carelessly.

And to witness someone with a heart so courageous, sincere and heroic despite witnessing the Path of Cultivation beforehand, it's too much even for her.

In the end, Yu Shenmi could only support whatever Yu Minhe has decided. After all, if not for a certain matter, how could she entrust the Sect Leader position to the inexperienced Yu Minhe?

Supporting her is the least thing she could do...

"Don't worry, as long as I live, your child will not be treated wrongly."