C10 You Are Not Qualified

The onlookers were left speechless and utterly astonished.

Those who had confidently declared Ye Xu's certain defeat were now filled with regret.

They were itching to give a thrashing to the ones who had spread the rumor that "Ye Xu is worthless."

If someone like Ye Xu, capable of defeating a second-level Qi Refining Stage opponent with a single move, was considered worthless, then what were they?

Ye Xu wiped his hand, smeared with Ye Zhirong's blood.

He edged closer to Ye Zhirong, who, in her terror, scrambled backward with her remaining left hand, desperate to get away from Ye Xu.

"Don't come any closer!" Ye Zhirong, in agony and soaked in a cold sweat, pleaded fearfully.

"You accused me of deliberately spying on you. Because of that, you demanded I kneel and apologize, told me to get lost, and even threatened to gouge out my eyes and ruin my martial spirit," Ye Xu stated icily.

"I was mistaken. A strong person like you would never spy on me; it was all a misunderstanding," Ye Zhirong hastily offered a smile. "Just spare me, and I'll do anything you ask, even become your woman."

Having said that, Ye Zhirong adopted a woeful expression and provocatively pushed out her chest, attempting to allure Ye Xu.

Ye Xu's power was overwhelming, capable of crushing any will to resist.

His single blow had rendered Ye Zhirong's prized cultivation and martial skills laughable.

When faced with an overwhelmingly powerful adversary, people feel reverence, not hatred.

For Ye Zhirong, being with Ye Xu would be far superior to being with Ye Feiwen.

After all, Ye Xu was the rightful heir to the Ye Family.

"A misunderstanding? You still wish to be my woman?" Ye Xu's lips twisted into a scornful smirk, finding the notion absurd.

When Ye Zhirong believed Ye Xu to be beneath her, she was tyrannical. She scolded him merely for using her favorite bath, and when he accidentally saw her body, she wanted his eyes for it.

Later, without cause, she picked a fight, venting her frustrations and even threatening his life.

Now defeated, Ye Zhirong showed no shame. She claimed it was all a misunderstanding and, driven by a desire for power, offered herself to Ye Xu.

Ye Xu found such duplicity utterly repulsive.

"No need," Ye Xu turned away, his back to her as he spoke dismissively, "You're revolting. You're not even worthy to serve as a slave."

With those final words, Ye Xu walked away, indifferent to Ye Zhirong's humiliated and furious stare, leaving only his silhouette behind.

Within the Ye Family residence, the air in one room was thick with tension.

Ye Feiwen gazed at the pitiful Ye Zhirong, the doctor's words echoing in his mind.

"Her right arm is a mess, bones shattered to dust. Not even the Bone Healing Pill can mend her arm; I'm powerless to help."

Medicinal pills were categorized into nine grades, each with nine hues: black, gold, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

The Bone Healing Pill, a First Grade Gold Mark elixir, was renowned for its remarkable efficacy in mending bone injuries. Yet, even this potent remedy fell short in healing Ye Zhirong's wounds.

Ye Xu's methods were merciless.

As Ye Feiwen recalled Ye Zhirong's tearful complaints and her hyperbolic words, fury ignited within his gaze. To him, Ye Zhirong might have been nothing more than a plaything, but to the Ye Family, she was known as his woman.

Ye Xu had crossed a line by striking his woman and violating her privacy. It was a direct affront to his honor!

Ye Feiwen, the pampered youngest son of the Third Elder, had never experienced such disgrace.

The thought of being tormented by a nobody like Ye Xu was unbearable!

With a stormy expression, Ye Feiwen resolved that Ye Xu must be disciplined.

Unaware of Ye Feiwen's vengeful thoughts, Ye Xu remained indifferent. Even if he had known, it wouldn't have mattered to him.

Seated in meditation, he was wholly focused on the continuous absorption of spiritual energy.

The Divine Dragon Hell Suppressing Spell, despite its formidable reputation, demanded strenuous effort in his practice. Each cycle of the spell served to temper his physical form.

The initial phase, Body Tempering, required his body to endure relentless refinement before advancing to the next stage.

Time passed.

Exhaling deeply, Ye Xu felt the power surge through his clenched fists and his robust muscles swell with strength. A glimmer of satisfaction sparkled in his eyes.

"The absorption rate of spiritual energy by this peak Heavenly Level technique surpasses ordinary methods by tens of millions of times!"

His prowess at the Second Level of the Qi Refining Stage had solidified at its zenith following recent battles, and he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. The news of his rapid ascent through two minor realms in just three days would astonish anyone.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

Who could be seeking him out at this hour? Ye Xu wondered.

Upon opening the door, he was greeted by the warm countenance of Ye Hai.

"Xu, don't push yourself too hard," Ye Hai advised, his voice laced with both pride and concern. He knew his son was driven to cultivate intensely due to the indignities suffered. If only he hadn't been so powerless, Ye Xu wouldn't have felt compelled to train to such extremes.

Ye Xu, perceiving the worry in his father's eyes, reassured him, "Father, I'm fine. I'll be heading to the Blood Cold Camp soon, and it's best to bolster my strength for that."

Memories of the Grand Elder's ties to the Blood Cold Camp brought a chill to Ye Hai's gaze. The camp had been under the Grand Elder's control for years, and Ye Hai's recent efforts to dismantle his influence had been met with resistance. Now, however, he was fully prepared to shield Ye Xu from any harm.

Ye Hai presented three tomes.

"Here we have Thousand Soft Palm, Violent Claw Kill, and Five Elements Fist—all Middle Rank Yellow Level martial arts suitable for your level. Choose one."

Such martial arts were treasures in Yunzhong Town, and Ye Hai had spared no effort to procure them for his son.

Ye Xu felt a profound sense of gratitude. Truly, only family would go to such lengths for one's well-being.

He owed it to his father to dedicate himself to his training.

He examined each martial art closely.

"Thousand Soft Palm is too gentle for my style."

"Violent Claw Kill boasts incredible speed, capable of striking unseen, yet it lacks the necessary explosive force."

Ye Xu settled on the Five Elements Fist.

"The Five Elements Fist requires mastery over the abdomen acupoint, standing immovable as a mountain at rest, yet unleashing overwhelming force in motion!"

Ye Xu's eyes sparkled with excitement; the cultivation technique before him was a perfect fit. His style of combat was vigorous, the kind that grew bolder with each battle. The power of the Yellow Springs Nether Dragon already surged through his right arm, and combined with the Five Elements Fist, his attacks were bound to be formidable.

Observing Ye Xu's enthusiasm, Ye Hai could tell his son was taken with the Five Elements Fist. It was, after all, the most potent of the three techniques, though its complexity made it a challenging endeavor.

With a hint of concern, Ye Hai cautioned, "Xu, mastering the Five Elements Fist is no small feat. You'll need to perfect all five techniques to unlock its full potential. If you only achieve Small Completion with each, the technique's power won't even match that of the Violent Claw Kill."

"Dad, I have faith in my ability to master it," Ye Xu replied, his gaze alight with confidence. He wasn't just boasting; the God Devouring Martial Spirit had not only enhanced his physique but also amplified his innate talent, accelerating his understanding of martial arts by leaps and bounds.

"That's my boy!" Ye Hai exclaimed with pride. "Train hard. Though the Five Elements Fist is a Middle Rank technique of the Yellow Level, reaching Great Completion will elevate it to rival a Low Rank technique of the Profound Level!"

With a nod of determination, Ye Xu bid farewell to his father and delved into the intricacies of the Five Elements Fist.