"If you have a Beast Soul with great abilities then your potential is higher." However, there was a catch. It was not like the Demonic faction did not have powerful warriors. Some of them had Beast Souls most suited for this path. Like the Ji clan’s Swan Beast Soul.
...
"I will come to see you again." Ye Yaming bid farewell to the old man and left. Before leaving, he glanced at the two Ye clan members once again, making sure they were there.
"Yes, I would like to see your progress." The old man muttered in a soft voice. He knew it was very optimistic of him to think that the boy would survive here and also get strong enough to meet the Demonic faction but he was hopeful.
"If he’s related to the boy then sure..." He muttered softly before drifting into sleep.
The silhouette of a thin black haired man appeared in his mind, the man fought and kept fighting, the members of the Demonic faction kept dying, stacking injuries on the man, until the man finally succumbed to death after all of his clan members.
But he did not die until he nearly annihilated the Demonic squad. A very powerful man with immeasurable potential died young that day.
That day, Lu Wang was weak and young, full of potential but he still understood his limits.
Ye Yaming walked back to his temporary residence and sat down.
"What strength can I reach with this?" The deadline that the old man had given to reach the Peak first rate warrior was six years.
Ye Yaming, however, did not need six years. If the mastery of the technique depended on factors like Mental talent, Spiritual talent, and Physical talent, then his speed was obviously more than the normal people. "How long for the Peak? Considering my talent."
"What about drawbacks?" The corruption was supposed to affect his personality which meant his Spiritual and Mental talent might help counter it but how much? He was not sure.
Three days passed,
’It was not that difficult?’ Barely three days had passed and he could see tremendous improvement.
***
Physical Talent: 2600
Spiritual Talent: 2700
Mental Talent: 3000
Bloodline: Mutant Raven.
Beast Mastery: Stage 1 (450%)
Beast Qi: 1800
Ye Clan Fist technique: (100%)
Basic cultivation Technique: (100%)
Body cultivation technique: (52%)
Demonic technique: (50%)
Qi refining level 4
Pure Qi: 330
***
Not only did his mastery of Beast Qi increase, his Pure Qi also increased while practicing the Demonic technique.
’I feel that my control over Beast Qi has increased. Would it be easier once I master it fully?’ if the chaotic beast Qi became fully docile under him...
The martial art techniques he used could be further refined, strengthened.
He had not fully mastered the technique and had to be extra careful with his circulation but the results were more than worth it.
He could understand why people went rogue to tread the demonic path.
’This is faster than the body cultivation technique? Even better.’ He experienced better results to his physique than that from the technique provided by that cultivator.
...
"You came?" The duo glanced at each other before one of them asked the question.
Ye Yaming had sneakily made his way to them but they were alert and spotted him before he could attack.
The sickly aura on the boy was long gone as if it was an act to fool the clan. A sharp and wary aura could be felt from the boy instead.
"You were expecting me?" He dropped all the pretense. Since he was caught sneaking, there was no element of surprise anymore.
"Elder Zhenyu was right. He said you’d come. I doubted but after your scouting, we got cautious." The man clenched his fist, angered at his own stupidity. The clan elder was really far sighted, unlike him.
"So? What next?" The terrain inside the jail was mountainous. Ye Yaming had wanted to get a weapon but just rocks alone were not enough.
He circulated the Beast Qi inside his body, invigorated by its strength.
"We could have left you alive if you didn’t come." Unlike the last time, they did not have to keep their Beast Souls concealed.
A vague Raven like silhouette covered their bodies as if armoured. The surroundings quietened down from the intense pressure.
Summoning the Beast Soul meant nearly emptying all the Qi from the body to power it.
Both of their Beast Souls were meant for concealment more than direct fights but a battle against a weak junior was effortless.
Ye Yaming looked at them silently. This was his first time witnessing a Beast Soul projection. And both the muscular men looked conflicted with their decision but neither of them hesitated to summon their Beast Souls.
He was a little scared. He had no experience with fighting. Talent didn’t mean win.
He just hoped that his overwhelming Beast Qi combined with the Demonic technique would pierce through the man’s Beast Soul.
"Pity." Sighing, one of the duo dashed forward, the other remained still, watching for unexpected surprise.
He recalled the old man Lu Wang talking with the boy and was wary of that demonic faction warrior.
"What made you think you could murder us?" The one who dashed punched downward, attacking Ye Yaming’s chest with full strength.
Ye Yaming knew he could not dodge. So, he placed both of his arms in front of his chest as he slowly backed out.
The impact sent him flying backward.
"Arghh!" Groaning, Ye Yaming smiled at the man. He had expected to be hurt very badly but this....
It was bearable.
He could take a few punches if it was only this hard.
"Look at you. You really think you’re tough??" The man dashed again, throwing another punch at Ye Yaming.
But this time, Ye Yaming dodged, jumping to the side. Not only did he dodge but he also threw a fist sized stone at the man.
The stone was flung away by the Beast Soul as Ye Yaming stood up, patting dust off his body.
The smile on his face grew bigger, wider.
The other man who was looking around, watching out for Ye Yaming’s boss, had a bad feeling about the boy’s smile.
He could feel the elder’s emotions and hatred for the boy.
He shook off the ominous thoughts out of his head and sent his Beast Soul to encircle the boy.
"Now!" Ye Yaming shouted. The man who had just sent out his Beast Soul looked around, unable to spot the enemy.
’A bluff?’