If Ye Feng hadn’t asked the madam of Drunken Immortal Tavern to burn Yueya’s contract, Zhou Changshu’s offer might have sounded reasonable.
But Ye Feng had already taken the noble path, making Zhou Changshu’s demand to reclaim the contract seem petty by comparison.
“Alright!” Ye Feng slowly nodded.
A chance to get rid of a villain once and for all—how could he pass that up? “But Yueya’s contract has already been burned. If you win, you can take her with you.”
Zhou Changshu was momentarily stunned, then his pupils shrank sharply.
At that moment, he finally understood why Yueya’s expression had seemed so strange. But now it was too late to say anything.
The only way to regain Yueya’s heart was to defeat Ye Feng and take her back.
Thinking this, Zhou Changshu raised both hands and roared toward the sky, “Warhorse tramples barbarian corpses, silver spear pierces sun and moon!”
In the next moment, spiritual Qi gathered before him, condensing into a 6-meter-long spear. He pushed it forward with all his strength, and the spiritual spear shot toward Ye Feng like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
This was the power of a literary path cultivator.
A martial cultivator, even one at the Martial General Realm, could only channel spiritual Qi into their limbs for close combat.
Only those who reached the Martial King Realm and transformed their spiritual Qi into liquid form could release it from the body for ranged attacks.
But a cultivator of the literary path, even at the Martial Warrior Realm, could use poetry and verse to manipulate heaven and earth’s spiritual Qi for long-range attacks.
Although the strength of this kind of attack wasn’t much stronger than that of a martial cultivator at the same realm, its ability to strike from afar gave a huge advantage before the Martial King Realm.
The reason the literary path was considered weaker wasn’t because of its lack of power, but due to its limitations. Martial techniques could be passed down and cultivated by many. However, poetic verses that summoned heaven and earth’s spiritual Qi were like patents—once recited, they were recorded by the heavenly Dao. Others could not use them again. Every literary cultivator had to create their own.
“What the… is this a mage walking his dog?” Ye Feng froze, speechless, then quickly asked, “System, I don’t want to be dragged around like this. Any solutions?”
[Host can spend 1 Lying-Flat Point to convert to a literary-martial cultivator. Realm remains unchanged.]
Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
With 5,000 years of Huaxia culture, the last thing he lacked was poetry.
Spending 1 Lying-Flat Point, he chose to convert.
Instantly, his mind became clear, and his perception of the world shifted. Countless streams of spiritual Qi flowed around him like fireflies.
At the same moment, the spiritual spear Zhou Changshu launched arrived in front of Ye Feng.
“Hmph, useless!” Zhou Changshu snorted coldly, looking at Ye Feng with disdain. In his eyes, Ye Feng was simply stunned by the power of the literary path.
Ye Nanshan and the rest of the Ye Family looked at Ye Feng with concern.
Even they felt he was being reckless.
At the Martial Spirit Realm, spiritual Qi couldn’t be released outside the body. If he didn’t dodge now, he’d have to take the full brunt of that strike.
Hovering in the air, Elder Liuli also showed a flash of disappointment. She had just received the Nirvana Pill from Ye Nanshan and was planning to say farewell to Ye Feng and return to Moonshade Sect. Who would’ve thought she’d run into Zhou Changshu’s provocation on the way?
“This disciple of mine, though his cultivation, talent, and fate are extraordinary, still lacks real battle experience.” Elder Liuli shook her head and sighed. “Looks like I need to bring him back to Moonshade Sect and train him properly. Otherwise, this genius potential would be wasted.”
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out from below.
“When autumn comes on the eighth of September, all flowers perish beneath mine!”
“Boom!”
The skies instantly changed from bright and clear to blood-red. Scarlet petals rained down from the sky, each carrying overwhelming killing intent.
“Divine… divine grade?!” Elder Liuli’s expression changed drastically. Under the overwhelming heavenly pressure, she fell from the sky. Divine techniques demanded all beings retreat—martial cultivators were forbidden from flying. Even someone at the Martial King Realm like her was no exception. New chapters come out on g.com first.
At the center of the impact, Zhou Changshu was crushed to the ground by the pressure, looking utterly miserable. The spiritual spear he had formed shattered instantly into a storm of dissipating spiritual Qi.
Although Ye Feng hadn’t targeted the others, under the weight of that heavenly might, everyone’s hearts were filled with despair.
Behind Ye Feng, Yueya knelt on the ground, gazing up at his upright figure, her eyes full of shock.
“He’s actually kind of handsome!” she muttered.
Glancing at the heavenly phenomenon above, Ye Feng smiled in satisfaction and was about to recite another verse. But to his surprise, that single attack had completely drained all the spiritual Qi in his dantian.
“Disciple, stop the divine technique now!” Elder Liuli, seeing Ye Feng about to open his mouth again, stumbled toward him, covering his mouth without caring about her image. “If you recite any more, we’ll all be crushed by the heavenly might!”
Startled, Ye Feng finally noticed the people around him all lying flat under the pressure. With a thought, the rain of petals vanished, and the blood-red sky faded back to clear.
“What kind of monster have I taken in as a disciple?” Elder Liuli looked at the calm Ye Feng and nearly collapsed mentally.
In both literary and martial paths, there were four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow. But above Heaven-tier was the legendary Divine-tier. The greatest sign of a Divine-tier verse was the manifestation of a heavenly phenomenon.
The last Divine-tier verse was created ten thousand years ago by the Poet Immortal Li Taibai. Ever since his disappearance nine thousand years ago, the literary path had been in decline. Now, with a Divine-tier verse reappearing, Elder Liuli didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified.
“Alright, get your claws off me. You had garlic for lunch, didn’t you?” Ye Feng pushed away Elder Liuli’s hand and said with a speechless tone, “Master, we may be close, but you shouldn’t get handsy!”
Ignoring the stunned Elder Liuli, Ye Feng instead nudged Zhou Changshu, who was lying on the ground, and said, “Stop pretending. Get up and fight! I went through nine years of compulsory education. When it comes to poetry, I’ll crush you. Come on, let’s go another round!”
But Zhou Changshu’s eyes were vacant, and he muttered mindlessly, “When autumn comes on the eighth of September, all flowers perish beneath mine…” completely ignoring Ye Feng.
“This kid… did I break his brain?” Ye Feng’s face revealed a trace of worry. If he really turned Zhou Changshu into an idiot, that Martial Emperor father of his would surely come for revenge—and his peaceful life would be over.
Panicked at the thought, Ye Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up as his gaze swept past the Yueya behind him.