If Ye Feng hadn’t had the Brothel Madam of Drunken Immortal Tower burn his indenture, Zhou Changshu’s words might have sounded reasonable.
But Ye Feng’s actions had set a high standard, making Zhou Changshu’s demand for the indenture seem paltry by comparison.
“Agreed!” Ye Feng nodded slowly.
He would never let slip such an opportunity to rid himself of a persistent antagonist forever.
“However, Yue Ya’s indenture has already been burned.
If you win, you can take her with you immediately!” Zhou Changshu froze, his pupils contracting sharply.
In that moment, he finally understood why Yue Ya’s expression had been so peculiar.
But now, words were futile.
Only by defeating Ye Feng and rescuing Yue Ya could he hope to win back her heart.
With this resolve, Zhou Changshu grasped his spear with both hands, tilted his head back, and roared skyward: “Fly, Pegasus, trample the barbarian corpses!
Silver spear, pierce sun and moon!” In the next instant, spiritual energy converged before Zhou Changshu, forming a six-foot-long spear.
With a mighty thrust, Zhou Changshu launched the spear like an arrow loosed from a bow, sending it hurtling toward Ye Feng.
This was the true power of a Literary Path Expert.
Even Martial Path Experts who had cultivated to the Martial General Realm could only concentrate spiritual energy in their hands and feet to attack opponents.
Only upon reaching the Martial King Realm, when spiritual energy liquefied, could it be projected from the body to engage enemies.
Even a Literary Path Expert at the Martial Master Realm could, through poetry and prose, channel the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth to launch ranged attacks against opponents.
However, these Spiritually Energized attacks were roughly on par with those of Martial Path Experts at the same cultivation level.
Yet, this ranged advantage gave Literary Path Experts a distinct edge below the Martial King Realm.
The Literary Path’s decline wasn’t due to its inherent weakness, but rather because its methods differed fundamentally from those of the Martial Path.
A Martial Path technique could be passed down through generations, allowing countless Martial Artists to cultivate it.
In contrast, the poems and prose that channeled the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth in the Literary Path were akin to patents.
Once recited, they were recorded by the Heavenly Dao.
Anyone else reciting them would be unable to channel Spiritual Energy or unleash their attacks.
Thus, Literary Path Experts were compelled to create original works.
“Holy crap, this is like a mage walking his dog!” Ye Feng froze, between laughter and tears.
He immediately asked the System: “System, I don’t want to be the one getting walked.
Any solutions?” “Ding!
Host can expend 1 Salted Fish Point to transform into a Literary Path cultivator, retaining your current cultivation realm.” “However, you must devise your own methods for channeling Spiritual Energy through poetry and prose.” Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
China’s five-thousand-year civilization was brimming with poetry and prose.
He spent 1 Salted Fish Point and chose to transform immediately.
In the next instant, Ye Feng felt his entire body and mind suddenly become clear and sharp.
At the same moment, the world around Ye Feng transformed instantly.
Countless strands of Spiritual Energy swirled through the air like swarms of fireflies.
Just then, the Spiritual Energy spear unleashed by Zhou Changshu hurtled toward Ye Feng.
“Hmph, you’re nothing!” Zhou Changshu sneered, his gaze brimming with disdain.
In his eyes, Ye Feng had clearly never witnessed the power of a Literary Path Expert and was now frozen in terror.
Ye Nanshan and the Ye Clan members watched Ye Feng with growing concern.
Even they felt he was being reckless.
In the Martial Spirit Realm, Spiritual Energy cannot be projected externally.
By not dodging now, Ye Feng would likely have to endure the full force of the attack head-on.
Elder Liuli, floating in the sky, also wore a hint of disappointment.
Having just received the Nirvana Pill from Ye Nanshan, she had been about to bid farewell to Ye Feng and return to the Moon Shadow Sect when Zhou Changshu arrived to provoke a confrontation.
“Though my disciple’s talent, cultivation realm, and fortune are all exceptionally extraordinary, his practical combat experience remains severely lacking,” Elder Liuli sighed, shaking her head.
“It seems I must find a way to bring him back to the Moon Shadow Sect for proper training.
Otherwise, such exceptional potential will be wasted.” But the next moment, a voice suddenly echoed from below: “When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my bloom will slay a hundred flowers!” Boom!
In an instant, the clear blue sky transformed into a crimson expanse as red as blood.
Crimson petals rained down from the sky, each carrying boundless killing intent.
“God…
God-tier?” Elder Liuli’s face paled drastically as he plummeted from the sky under the overwhelming Heavenly Might.
When a God-tier technique emerges, all living beings retreat, and Martial Artists are forbidden to fly.
Even a Martial King Realm powerhouse like him was no exception.
Zhou Changshu, bearing the brunt of the attack, was forced to prostrate himself on the ground, utterly humiliated.
The spear formed from Spiritual Energy shattered instantly, transforming into a sky-filling haze of pure Spiritual Energy.
Though not the direct targets of Ye Feng’s attack, the assembled crowd was filled with despair under the oppressive Heavenly Might.
Behind Ye Feng, Yue Ya lay prostrate, gazing up at his towering figure, her eyes wide with shock.
“Quite the spectacle!” Ye Feng remarked, scanning the extraordinary phenomenon in the sky.
A satisfied smile spread across his face as he prepared to deliver a few more lines.
Suddenly, he realized that this single strike had completely drained all the Spiritual Energy from his Dantian.
“Disciple, withdraw your divine power!” Elder Liuli, seeing Ye Feng about to speak again, abandoned all decorum and stumbled toward him, clamping a hand over his mouth.
“If you keep reciting, we’ll all be crushed to death by Heavenly Might!” Ye Feng’s heart jolted with alarm as he noticed the surrounding crowd, lying prostrate, suppressed by Heavenly Might.
With a thought, the rain of petals vanished instantly.
The crimson sky faded, returning to its clear, azure hue.
What kind of monstrous prodigy have I taken on?!
Staring at the calm and collected Ye Feng before him, Elder Liuli’s battered mental state teetered on the brink of collapse.
Just as Martial Path techniques were categorized into Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow tiers, so too were the poems, odes, and lyrics of the Literary Path.
Above the Heaven-tier, however, lay the legendary God-grade.
The greatest sign of a God-grade verse’s emergence was the manifestation of extraordinary natural phenomena.
The last time a God-grade verse had appeared was ten thousand years ago, penned by the Immortal Poet Li Taibai.
With Li Taibai’s disappearance nine thousand years ago, the Literary Path had fallen into decline.
Now that a God-tier verse had resurfaced, Elder Liuli, a Martial Path expert, was torn between joy and trepidation.
“Alright, get your paws off me.
Did you eat garlic for lunch?” Ye Feng pushed away Elder Liuli’s hand, speaking flatly.
“Master, we’re close, but keep your hands to yourself!” Having said this, he ignored the preoccupied Elder Liuli and instead nudged Zhou Changshu, who was sprawled on the ground.
“Stop sleeping!
Get up and party!” “I’ve had nine years of compulsory education too, you know.
I can bury you in poetry!
Come on, let’s go again!” However, Zhou Changshu’s eyes were glazed over, and he muttered mindlessly: “When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, after my flower blooms, a hundred others will wither!” He paid Ye Feng no attention whatsoever.
“This kid…
he hasn’t gone mad, has he?” A flicker of concern crossed Ye Feng’s face.
If he accidentally turned Zhou Changshu into a vegetable, his Martial Emperor father would surely come seeking revenge, shattering Ye Feng’s peaceful life.
The thought filled Ye Feng with panic.
But then, his gaze inadvertently swept over Yue Ya behind him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.