Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Yang Ye Is Dead!

How pitiful!

　　In the pit, the man’s body was cracked in a spider-web pattern, with fresh blood continuously pouring out from within him.

　　Zou Ru looked at the man with confusion. “This is…?”

　　Ye Tianming said, “Save him first.”

　　As he spoke, he gently raised his right hand, and the man in the deep pit was immediately lifted up by a gentle force.

　　Ye Tianming brought the man back into the main hall. He took out a medicinal pill and had the man swallow it — a pill that had been given to him by Nan Tianqi back when he was still in the lower realm.

　　The man swallowed the pill, but his injuries showed not the slightest sign of improvement. In fact, they were only getting worse.

　　By this point, the man had already regained consciousness.

　　The man was none other than Ji Dian.

　　The moment he saw Ye Tianming, his brow furrowed deeply.

　　Ye Tianming said, “Don’t move for now. Your injuries are too severe.”

　　The man stared at Ye Tianming. “Who are you?”

　　Ye Tianming said, “I’m the master of this mountain. You happened to fall here, so I brought you inside.”

　　The man’s brow furrowed even deeper.

　　Ye Tianming said, “Your injuries are too severe. This pill of mine has no effect.”

　　Ji Dian looked down at his own body, and the moment he saw his condition, his expression darkened immediately.

　　Damn it!

　　He hadn’t expected that sword to be so ferocious. It was absolutely absurd — absurdity taken to the extreme.

　　Ye Tianming said, “You can stay here and recover, or you can leave now.”

　　With that, he walked out of the hall.

　　After Ye Tianming left, Ji Dian’s expression suddenly turned grim, but soon shifted into one of helplessness.

　　That single sword strike had directly shattered his Great Dao!

　　His current strength was less than ten percent of his peak.

　　After the shock came calm, and once he calmed down, he suddenly realized this matter was not so simple. He thought back to what Yang Jia had said earlier — that sword was merely the personal sword of someone called Yang Ye. If even a personal sword was this terrifying, then the man himself…

　　At that thought, his expression grew even more unsightly.

　　Damn it!

　　He had been careless!

　　After a long while, he let out a quiet sigh. What was he supposed to do now?

　　He turned to look outside the hall, and after a moment, he decided to stay and recover his injuries before making any further decisions.

　　After returning to his room, Ye Tianming took out the two ancient texts that his junior granduncle Liu Sha had given him. His gaze first fell on the ancient text belonging to his senior brother. He opened it and was momentarily stunned, then smiled. His senior brother’s ancient text was simply an old book titled: The Book of Ancient Principles.

　　It was filled with all manner of life philosophies, along with many annotations and notes — clearly left behind by his senior brother.

　　Ye Tianming put away The Book of Ancient Principles. He would naturally read through it, just not right now. He then turned his gaze to the ancient text belonging to his second senior sister.

　　He opened it, and four large characters appeared before his eyes: Heaven-Splitting Divine Fist!

　　A martial art!

　　Ye Tianming read on, and a line of text appeared before him: One fist strikes out, burying heaven and earth within it — beyond all law, beyond all dao.

　　As Ye Tianming continued reading, his expression grew solemn in a way it never had before.

　　After a moment, he snapped the ancient text shut, his heart surging like a churning sea.

　　The philosophy of fist techniques contained within this martial art had already surpassed his current understanding.

　　This second senior sister of his was absolutely a peerless powerhouse!

　　Ye Tianming closed the ancient martial text. After a moment of contemplation, a complex look flashed through his eyes. He decided not to cultivate it for the time being, because at his current level, training in the Heaven-Splitting Divine Fist was somewhat beyond his reach. Of course, the main reason was also that he found this Heaven-Splitting Divine Fist to be far removed from his current dao.

　　He didn’t want to overreach himself!

　　He wanted to first fully integrate the martial daos of Zong Wu and the first Heavenly Court Master, then layer dao upon dao in the manner of the Lord of Truth, and only after that would he take on his second senior sister’s Heaven-Splitting Divine Fist and his ancestral master’s Great Dao philosophy.

　　With the order sorted out, he prepared to begin cultivating — but the moment he was about to start, he realized he had no place to train.

　　The Buddhist Demon Sect had once had its own training grounds, but after all these years, they had long since fallen completely into ruin.

　　And given his current level of strength, he naturally needed to go somewhere special to cultivate. Otherwise, a single casual movement would bring the sky crashing down.

　　”Brother!”

　　Just as Ye Tianming was pondering where to go to cultivate, Cang Han’s voice suddenly rang out from outside the room.

　　Ye Tianming pulled his thoughts back and smiled. “Come in!”

　　The door was pushed open and Cang Han walked in, smiling. “Come on, come on — the food is ready.”

　　Ye Tianming smiled. “Alright.”

　　With that, he followed Cang Han to the main hall of the Buddhist Demon Sect. The hall now served not only as the place where Ye Tianming received guests, but also as their dining area.

　　When Ye Tianming saw the spread on the dining table, he was immediately taken aback. It was an incredibly lavish meal — over ten dishes in total, with things that flew in the sky, walked on the ground, and swam in the water, all represented.

　　Ye Tianming turned to look at Cang Han, who smiled and said, “Uncle Jiang Zuo set up a big, dedicated kitchen just for me, and bought me lots and lots of ingredients. Now I can cook all kinds of dishes every day.”

　　Ye Tianming smiled. “Let me have a taste.”

　　With that, he sat down. Cang Han quickly handed him a pair of chopsticks. Ye Tianming picked up a piece of stir-fried meat and put it in his mouth, while Cang Han watched him with a face full of anticipation.

　　After chewing for a moment, Ye Tianming’s brow suddenly furrowed.

　　Cang Han’s face immediately went a little pale — then Ye Tianming’s eyes snapped open. “This is way too delicious!”

　　Cang Han was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

　　Ye Tianming smiled. “Sit down too, let’s eat together.”

　　But Cang Han shook her head. “Brother, you are the Sect Master, and I am a maidservant. I cannot eat with you.”

　　Ye Tianming’s brow furrowed slightly. “Who told you that?”

　　Cang Han said quietly, “I just feel that’s how it should be…”

　　Ye Tianming pulled her down into a seat. “There are no such complicated rules here. I don’t like those kinds of rules either. I used to eat with my teacher all the time.”

　　Cang Han hesitated for a moment, then sat down.

　　A smile spread across Ye Tianming’s face. He picked up a piece of meat and placed it in Cang Han’s bowl. “Let’s eat together.”

　　Cang Han looked at him and gave a sweet smile. “Okay.”

　　Just then, a man suddenly walked in — it was Ji Dian.

　　Ji Dian looked at Ye Tianming. “I want to eat too. Is that alright?”

　　Ye Tianming nodded. “Sure.”

　　Ji Dian sat down across from Ye Tianming and looked at him. “I’d like to stay here for a while. Don’t worry — I won’t freeload. I’ll pay.”

　　With that, he took out a storage ring and flicked it with his finger, sending it landing neatly in front of Ye Tianming.

　　Ye Tianming shook his head. “A meal and a place to stay don’t cost much. There’s no need for that.”

　　Ji Dian smiled. “You have to take the money, because I’m not the type who likes to owe people favors.”

　　Ye Tianming nodded. “Alright.”

　　With that, he put away the storage ring and continued eating.

　　Ji Dian said nothing either, just picked up his bowl and started eating. He was very weak right now and needed to replenish his strength.

　　After the meal, Cang Han began clearing away the bowls and chopsticks.

　　Ji Dian sized up Ye Tianming. “Why can’t I see through your cultivation level?”

　　Although Ye Tianming had now established his dao, his cultivation level was not outwardly apparent. In truth, this was due to the woman in the plain skirt — she had concealed not only the aura of his mortal body, but also the aura of his cultivation level.

　　Ye Tianming smiled. “Why do you want to see my cultivation level?”

　　Ji Dian smiled. “Just curious.”

　　Ye Tianming shook his head. “My strength is nothing special. But you — your injuries are this severe. Are you going to be alright?”

　　Ji Dian said, “I won’t die anytime soon.”

　　Ye Tianming said, “Then I wish you luck.”

　　As for the injuries on this man before him, there was nothing he could do. He could tell that what the man was dealing with was far more than just physical wounds.

　　But right now, he had no desire to get involved in the other man’s affairs. He simply wanted to settle down, focus on himself, and cultivate.

　　Ji Dian said, “I’m a straightforward person. I’ll be honest with you — my injuries came from a one-on-one fight with someone from the Yang family. From what I know, the Yang family is a dominant force in this part of the universe. If you’re afraid of getting tangled up with them, I can leave right now.”

　　Ye Tianming looked at Ji Dian. “You were injured by someone from the Yang family?”

　　Ji Dian nodded. “Yes.”

　　Ye Tianming asked, “Do you have a grudge with the Yang family?”

　　Ji Dian smiled. “Not exactly a grudge. It’s more of a clash over the Great Dao. Either way, my clan is determined to kill the one called Yang Jia.”

　　Yang Jia!

　　Ye Tianming was somewhat curious. “A clash over the Great Dao?”

　　Ji Dian smiled. “Don’t ask so many questions. Even if I told you, you definitely wouldn’t understand.”

　　Ye Tianming nodded and asked no further. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. You can leave whenever you want.”

　　Ji Dian looked at Ye Tianming. “You’re not afraid of the Yang family?”

　　Ye Tianming smiled. “It’s not that. I just think you’ve got guts. That’s all.”

　　Ji Dian was slightly taken aback.

　　Ye Tianming smiled. “I still have things to attend to. You go ahead.”

　　With that, he rose and left.

　　After Ye Tianming left, Ji Dian smiled. “This person is actually quite interesting.”

　　After a moment, he returned to his room. He was actually a little torn — torn over whether to go back now. But the thought of returning just like this felt far too humiliating.

　　In the end, he decided not to go back!

　　He had to kill Yang Jia!

　　But if he stayed away too long, the others might come looking for him. And when that happened, his pride…

　　After thinking it over, he finally took out a talisman and began writing on it. Once finished, he channeled his power into it, and the talisman instantly transformed into a streak of divine light that shattered the void and vanished from the room.

　　Elsewhere.

　　In an unknown stretch of starry river, an old man gazed with some worry toward the distant edge of the cosmic starfield. “The young master has been gone quite a while now. Why hasn’t he come back yet?”

　　Another powerful figure smiled. “Don’t worry. The young master is so strong — nothing could have happened to him.”

　　The old man was just about to say something when, at that very moment, the space before him suddenly split open. A talisman wreathed in flames came flying out, and the old man quickly caught it and looked it over. On it was written a single line in large characters:

　　”Yang Ye has been beaten to death by me. Do not come.”

　　Seeing those words, the old man immediately let out a sigh of relief.

　　The other powerful figure burst out laughing. “See, I told you! That so-called Yang Ye — just from the name alone, you could tell he was a nobody. How could he possibly be a match for the young master?”

　　The old man nodded. “You’re right!”