C3 The Mysterious Stone Tablet

"Forget it, let's not talk about Lim Hua. You're really despicable, just tell me your purpose! " Ye Heng waved his hand to stop Lim Hua from continuing. He had a calm expression on his face.

"Hmph. " Zeng Fan Jian glared at Ye Heng with resentment and continued, "Since you injured Zhao Shan, of course you have to pay for his medical expenses. Not much, I'll use your annual salary to pay for it. Also, since Zhao Shan is injured now, his work will naturally fall on you. You'll take his place before he recovers. "

"You. . . Shameless. . . " Lim Hua knew that Zeng Fanjian would not let Ye Heng go easily, but he still underestimated his viciousness.

Zhao Shan only suffered some superficial wounds, but he had to use Ye Heng's annual salary to pay for it. That was more than 30 gold coins. This was clearly forcing Ye Heng to go to the north to drink. Moreover, who knew when Zhao Shan would recover from his injuries. This Zeng Fan Jian clearly wanted Ye Heng to work for Zhao Shan. This move was too ruthless.

"Alright, I promise you. However, this matter has nothing to do with Lim Hua. You can't make things difficult for him! This is my only condition! " Ye Heng spoke in a low voice, and his gaze swept towards Zeng Fan Jian like a sharp sword.

Zeng Fan had originally intended to continue making things difficult for Ye Heng, but who knew that when his gaze met Ye Heng's, he would be shocked by the coldness in his eyes. It was as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, and he forcefully held back his words. He silently nodded his head.

There was no point in staying any longer. Ye Heng turned around and left. Although Lim Hua was unwilling, he had no choice but to follow Ye Heng out of the main hall. The surrounding service disciples subconsciously made a path for the two of them and watched them leave.

Zhao Shan naturally did not want to continue embarrassing himself. He let Liu Jianren and Lee Chang, who had woken up, carry him and leave with their tails between their legs.

When they couldn't see the three of them, the quiet hall instantly exploded into an uproar. All of them were talking about what had just happened. Their words were filled with admiration for Ye Heng and disdain for Zhao Shan.

On this day, everyone in Mischarge Peak knew that Evil Tyrant Zhao Shan had been defeated by Ye Heng, who was just a piece of trash. The entire Mischarge Peak was in an uproar. Many of the servant disciples were beaming with joy, as if a celebration had just arrived. It was bustling with noise and excitement.

On the other hand, when Zhao Shan heard the news, he was so angry that he smashed the wooden table in front of him with his palm. His face was even darker than the bottom of the pot.

"What a waste! How dare you go against me! I will make you wish you were dead! When my cousin returns from training in the Dark Moon Forest, it will be your end. " Zhao Shan couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Ye Heng kneeling and begging for mercy. However, this affected his injuries and caused him to grimace in pain.

At this moment, a cunning look flashed across Lee Chang's eyes. He leaned over to Zhao Shan's ear and said, "Boss, although we can't beat Ye Heng, we still can't beat him. But that Lim Hua is a soft egg. Why don't we attack him and ask him for some interest first? That Ye Heng seems to value him quite a bit. "

Lee Chang's idea caught Zhao Shan's attention. He agreed immediately and began to discuss the specific plan.

One day, in the cemetery on the back mountain of Mischarge Peak, Ye Heng was leaning against a stone lion, looking at a round stone slab the size of a palm.

He had found it in a groove behind a nameless tombstone when he was cleaning it.

There was a lifelike picture of a ferocious beast carved on the stone slab. It looked like a tiger but not a tiger. There were horns on its head and wings on its ribs. Its four limbs were like hooves wrapped in flames, and its tail was like a scorpion's tail.

Just by looking at its aura, one could tell that it was definitely not an ordinary ferocious beast. However, Ye Heng had never seen such a ferocious beast on the Strange Beast Ranking.

After fiddling with it for a long time, Ye Heng did not discover anything new. However, on the other hand, it proved that this stone slab was not simple. No matter whether he smashed it or used the fire to roast the water, the stone slab did not change at all.

And now, there was only one method that Ye Heng knew that he did not try. It was rumored that some spiritual magic treasures or weapons needed blood to recognize their owners. The stone slab in front of him was very likely to belong to this category.

However, treasures had a spirit. Droplets of blood weren't 100% successful in recognizing a master. There was also a huge risk involved. If it was light, it would lose all of its blood essence. If its cultivation level was greatly reduced, then the item would be destroyed and the person would die.

After thinking about it again and again, the hesitation in Ye Heng's eyes was gradually replaced by determination. If he gave up the opportunity because he was afraid of danger, then how could he pursue the peak of martial arts?

Ye Heng bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood onto the fierce beast pattern, waiting for it to change.

However, one breath, two breaths, three breaths. . .

After the time it took to make half a cup of tea, there was still no change on the round stone slab. Could it be that he guessed wrong? Actually, this was just an ordinary stone slab. It was just that he thought too much.

Ye Heng was unwilling to give up. He steeled his heart and squeezed out a few more drops of blood to drip onto it. At this time, the fierce beast pattern suddenly emitted a weak red light and flashed. If Ye Heng had not been staring at the stone tablet, he would have overlooked it.

There was a chance!

Ye Heng's heart skipped a beat. He simply pressed his thumb on the beast pattern.

In the next moment, a huge suction force came from the stone slab, and the blood of Big Gu and Big Gu flowed out from Ye Heng's thumb, and entered the beast pattern. The light on the surface of the tablet became even brighter.

After a few breaths, Ye Heng's face was as pale as a dead man's. His legs were trembling and his body was wobbling. He looked like he was going to fall to the ground at any moment.

This stone slab was too strange. Ye Heng regretted his recklessness. If he died because of excessive blood loss, it would be too depressing.

Fortunately, five breaths later, the rate of blood loss slowly decreased. Just as Ye Heng's vision became blurry and his consciousness was about to dissipate, the terrifying suction force suddenly disappeared. The thumb that seemed to have been stuck on the stone slab easily moved away at this moment.

"Ha. . . Ha," Ye Heng gasped for breath, his heart still palpitating. If the stone slab took a few more breaths, he was afraid that he would have already gone to meet the King of Hell.

At this time, the mysterious stone slab in his palm was shining like the sun.

The ferocious beast pattern was covered with blood red silk, as if the wild beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years was about to awaken.

"Boom!"

"Dong!"

"Dong. "

The red light became brighter and brighter. Finally, when the last line of blood connected, the beast opened its eyes.

In an instant, a strong wind blew in the peaceful cemetery. The cloudless blue sky was filled with dark clouds. In the depths of the dark clouds, there were faint flashes of lightning, and the air was filled with a murderous aura.

When Ye Heng's eyes met the red eyes, a blood red pillar of light shot out from the stone slab and went straight into his eyes.

In the next moment, Ye Heng heard a roar in his mind, and he instantly fainted.

With a plop, Ye Heng fell to the ground with his face facing up. Following that, the stone slab that was emitting a dazzling light, like an extinguished candle, scattered with a "Pa!" sound as it fell from midair to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

Returning to his senses, Ye Heng found that there was a ferocious beast baring its teeth in front of him. It was the one on the mysterious stone slab from before.

However, it was no longer the pattern on the stone slab. It was a living ferocious beast. Its entire body was emitting a bloody smell. Just by standing there, Ye Heng felt a chill run down his spine.

Before Ye Heng could react, the ferocious beast pounced on him. It opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Ye Heng's head, accompanied by a pungent smell.

The smell of death hit his face. If he didn't dodge it, he would die. This was the first time Ye Heng felt death approaching so close to him. He was afraid that it wouldn't take more than a breath's time. The sharp teeth emitting a cold light would bite off his throat, and hot blood would spurt out from his throat.

No, no, no! I can't die here! Absolutely not!

When he was in a hopeless situation, Ye Heng actually activated the potential in his body. His trembling legs actually jumped straight up. In less than half a breath's time, his arms were placed horizontally in front of him. Even if he died, he would still stand and die!

However, in front of this ferocious beast that was as tall as Ye Heng and the other two men, This was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Hu!" A shadow enveloped Ye Heng, and he bit down with his big mouth.

Was he going to die here?!

All sorts of memories appeared in his mind, flashing through his eyes like a lantern. The final scene was fixed on the day he was expelled from the family. His father failed to live up to his expectations, his mother shed tears, his family and friends mocked and ridiculed him, and the disappointment in her eyes.

The next moment, the scene in his memory shattered. What he saw was still the ferocious beast's bloody mouth and the white sharp teeth.

At this time, in the depths of his line of sight, there was a vague protrusion emitting a faint light.

Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well give it a try. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, Ye Heng still wanted to grab it in his hand.

In the next moment, Ye Heng went into the ferocious beast's bloody mouth without hesitation. He stretched his right hand forward and grabbed the protruding object.

"Crack!" The sharp white teeth closed, but the pain he imagined did not come. The sharp teeth passed through Ye Heng's body like a mirage and did not bite anything.

A ray of light appeared in his dim field of vision at this time, and then the ray of light pierced Ye Heng's eyes, making him unable to help but close his eyes.

When the ray of light dissipated and Ye Heng opened his eyes, he was still in the cemetery, but lying on the ground.

Could it be that everything was a dream? No, there was no such real dream. Ye Heng immediately denied it, because at that time, he could even clearly smell the blood in the ferocious beast's mouth.

If it wasn't a dream, then what was it?

Right, Ye Heng remembered that before he returned to reality, he had grabbed something from the vicious beast's mouth. That was why he had returned to reality.

Ye Heng subconsciously opened his right hand, but there was nothing inside.

Was it really a dream?

"Eh?"

Ye Heng exclaimed. He saw a tattoo on the back of his right palm. It looked like a closed eye.

Although I don't know what the effect of this tattoo is, I might be able to condense Yuan energy because of it. With a trace of anticipation, Ye Heng began to try to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

It went smoothly all the way until the Spiritual Qi entered Ye Heng's Dantian, but the main point was after that. Only when the Spiritual Qi entered Ye Heng's Dantian would it be converted into Yuan energy. Otherwise, it would still be useless.

At this moment, Ye Heng's entire mind was focused on that mass of spiritual energy. He carefully urged his spiritual energy to drag it towards his dantian.

Very good. This time, the spiritual energy was actually not immediately expelled by his Dantian. There was a chance!

A trace of joy flashed in Ye Heng's eyes, and he became even more cautious.

However, just as this mass of spiritual energy was about to completely enter his dantian, a restless feeling came from the depths of his dantian, and then the spiritual energy was instantly expelled.

Failed!

Failed again!

Ye Heng was about to go crazy. He could no longer remember how many times this was. Every time, he would be expelled at the final moment. Thanks to this strange dantian, he was unable to condense Yuan Power.

Just as Ye Heng was feeling disheartened, the mass of spiritual energy that had lost control of his mind flowed along his meridians to his right hand. Finally, it merged into the tattoo and disappeared like a stone sinking into the ocean.

What was going on? Could this tattoo absorb spiritual energy?

Ye Heng was stunned. At the same time, he couldn't help but look forward to the changes of the tattoo. Therefore, he kept absorbing spiritual Qi and pouring it into the tattoo.

Four hours later, the tattoo stopped absorbing any spiritual Qi as if it were saturated.

At this time, Ye Heng held his breath and focused his attention on the tattoo, waiting for it to change. However, after more than ten breaths of time, there was still no change.

Could it be that the naive one wants to cut off my, Ye Heng's, path of martial arts? Ye Heng could not help but clench his fists tightly. His heart was filled with anger, and he wanted to shout out loudly.

Suddenly, a wave of heat came from the back of his hand, and then a clear stream surged out from the tattoo, and it flowed all over his limbs and bones. In the end, it all converged into his Dantian and sank down.

Tears flowed out of his eyes, and Ye Heng threw his head back and roared with laughter. He laughed foolishly like an innocent child, and his tears couldn't stop no matter what.

Ye Heng had been suppressing himself all these years. On the surface, he didn't seem to mind that he couldn't condense his Yuan energy, but he had been looking for all kinds of methods behind his back. However, even after flipping through all the ancient books and records in the Compendium Pavilion, he still couldn't find any solutions.

Fortunately, there was always a way out. Today, he had finally condensed his Origin Energy.

This was the so-called crying tears of joy. It was only after half a cup of tea's time had passed that Ye Heng finally calmed down.