In an instant, Wun Fan’s mental energy had reached his martial heart, manifesting a tiny version of himself, only one-sixth the size of Li’l Black. The two of them hovered inside his martial heart. Wun Fan stood still before the dragon’s large head as they stared into each other’s eyes. The dragon’s eyes were filled with killing intent. Its pupils shrank threateningly, but there was a hint of a smile when it stared at Wun Fan.
It opened its mouth and laughed, covering Wun Fan’s face in dragon spit.
“Don’t spit, Li’l Black,” said Wun Fan as he wiped the spit off his face with an upset expression. He approached the dragon and placed a hand on its scales. He asked gently, “Hey Li’l Black, Old Lei told me to get to know you. Why don’t you just listen to what I say? I will treat you well.”
Li’l Black seemed to understand what Wun Fan was saying. It bared its fangs after hearing Wun Fan’s words and looked away in disdain. Wun Fan interpreted this as Li’l Black rejecting his offer, so he immediately switched to a more forceful strategy as he said, “Brat, I am the owner of this body after all. I give you a place to live and food to eat. It only makes sense that you show me some respect, right?”
Li’l Black seemed to have been offended by this. Its eyes shifted back to look down at Wun Fan, but the smile faded from its mouth. It stared at Wun Fan until he felt a little uncomfortable. Wun Fan moved left and right and noticed Li’l Black’s eyes were following him. He became even more uneasy and hastily stepped back as he raised his hands and said, “Alright, alright, you go back to taking your nap. I accidentally came in because I dropped a quarter in here. I’m leaving now.” To his surprise, Li’l Black suddenly lunged at him. It squinted its eyes and reluctantly bit Wun Fan’s mental projection. The dragon's fangs pierced straight through the mental projection. Li’l Black reared its neck and tossed Wun Fan’s mental body into the air.
The damage to his mental energy caused the real Wun Fan to clasp his head in pain instantly. Wun Ching Yeung’s sword strike reached Wun Fan in an instant. He thought Wun Fan was pretending to be injured and did not hold back. He continued attacking. The tip of the sword sliced through Wun Fan’s clothes and left several light cuts on his body. Seeing as Wun Fan wasn’t dodging, Wun Ching Yeung turned his sword away and kicked Wun Fan instead. The boy fell to the ground and still did not react.
Wun Fan was completely paralyzed inside his martial heart. His mental projection hovered in midair, completely defenceless. Li’l Black moved. It raised its head and opened its giant maw, quickly devouring Wun Fan’s mental projection in several bites. When it finally swallowed, an unusual black light emanated from its throat, piercing through its scales. Li’l Black roared as its body twisted and turned. A surge of power radiated from its body and travelled through Wun Fan’s body to his mind. The power suddenly transformed into a series of symbols that resembled words or signs of some sort. They drifted into Wun Fan’s innate mental energy.
The symbols were imprinted upon Wun Fan’s innate mental energy the moment they made contact, becoming part of Wun Fan himself.
The stimulation from the symbols caused Wun Fan to suddenly open his eyes. His blurry vision started to clear up and he could see Wun Ching Yeung standing in front of him. His father was still holding his sword, but had a concerned look on his face. Wun Fan slowly picked himself up as he appreciated the changes in his body. He thought to himself, So this is a martial technique.
When he finally stood up again, Wun Fan was confident and in great spirits. He looked down at his hands. It was a strange feeling, as if he was accessing a memory from deep within himself. He had never used any martial techniques before, but it felt like he could use it perfectly naturally at any moment now.
He could feel Li’l Black shaking inside him. All the soul energy in his body was resonating with Li’l Black, increasing in power and circulation speed. It felt like his soule energy would go wherever he wanted them to with a single thought. He started making a devious plan, just like he would in his past life. After a few simple calculations of his next few moves, he looked at his father mischievously.
Wun Ching Yeung was a little unnerved by Wun Fan’s gaze. He gripped his sword tightly. Who knew a Martial Mortal could strike fear in a Martial Colonel? Wun Fan was perhaps the only person in Green Sea Town capable of such a feat.
Wun Fan moved.
Soul energy gathered on the vital points on his feet. Deep footprints were left on the snowy ground as Wun Fan lunged at Wun Ching Yeung. There was a light breeze as he dashed forward, blowing fine snow into the air.
“Good.” Wun Ching Yeung rushed forward after seeing Wun Fan’s soaring fighting spirit and killing intent. Of course, he still held back a little. When Wun Fan was within three meters of his father, he extended his left palm and roared, “Lethality: Dragon’s Might, Fierce Blast.”
Soul energy filled with death aura erupted from his palm, blasting forward as a pressure wave. All the snow on the ground was knocked into the air, creating a fine mist.
However, Wun Ching Yeung was prepared. He leaned back before Wun Fan even opened his mouth, and blocked the pressure wave with his sword, easily dealing with its repulsive force. Wun Fan wasn’t upset that his attack didn’t work. Instead, he made a pulling motion at Wun Ching Yeung as he chanted, “Lethality: Dragon’s Draw, Forceful Attraction.”
A powerful attractive force came out of nowhere and pulled Wun Ching Yeung’s body towards Wun Fan.
There was a hint of nostalgia in Wun Ching Yeung’s eyes as he recalled the last time he saw this technique. However, he did not hesitate at all. He stabbed his sword into the ground and channeled soul energy into his arm, stopping his movement with the sword itself and rooting himself to the ground.
Wun Fan wasn’t surprised at Wun Ching Yeung’s smooth reaction. In fact, he seemed prepared for it. He didn’t stop either, and lunged at Wun Ching Yeung instead. He kept his elbows tight against his chest as he turned his right wrist and formed his fingers into a claw. Soul energy rushed into his hand as he shouted, “Lethality: Dragon’s Claw, Crushing Grip.”
Wun Ching Yeung suddenly unleashed a surge of soul energy. The soul energy layered on top of each other, turning into a suit of armor. This was Soul Armour, a power exclusive to Martial Colonels. It was impossible for an ordinary Martial Mortal to even damage the armor, let alone break it apart.
Bang! Wun Fan’s claw slammed against Wun Ching Yeung’s chest. Wun Ching Yeung grunted slightly, but then chuckled as he said, “Fan, you’ve really grown.”
The soul energy in Wun Fan’s hand continued to surge into Wun Ching Yeung’s Soul Armour. The soul energy steeped in death aura started to corrode the Soul Armor. It wasn’t fast, but the fact that it could damage the armor alone was shocking.
Wun Fan could see that his attack was completely ineffective against Wun Ching Yeung, even if it seemed like it was making progress. He extended his left hand forward and pressed both his hands against Wun Ching Yeung’s chest as he cried, “Dragon’s Might, Fierce Blast!”
This time, Wun Fan exhausted all the soul energy he could draw from within him. Powerful pressure exploded from his palms. Wun Ching Yeung was caught off guard by the sudden pressure. Even with his sword in the ground, he could not remain still. Both he and his sword were blown two inches backwards, leaving a deep gash in the ground.
Wun Fan’s attack did not work at all. In fact, the reaction force from his own attack sent him flying a dozen meters through the air. He crashed onto the ground and felt a searing pain shoot through his back. He felt something sweet in his throat as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Some of the blood even rushed out of his nostrils. The scent of his own blood made him even more nauseous.
Fortunately, this sort of injury was nothing for a martial artist. It would be recovered in two to three days with the help of soul energy. That was Wun Fan’s problem back when he fought the twelve Martial Disciples. External injuries were nothing compared to internal injuries. Even a severed limb was easier to deal with than broken meridians.
Wun Fan’s meridians were a little empty at the moment. With Old Lei’s help, the Spiritstartler Ring slowly started feeding soul energy back into Wun Fan’s body, replenishing his losses and soothing his meridians and vital points. Wun Fan would not be injured like he did last time he fought the twelve Martial Disciples.
Wun Fan lay on the ground, completely exhausted. He stared at the sky as the snowflakes he sent into the air earlier landed on his face. The cold flakes of snow made him shiver a little. He had used all three of the techniques he got from Li’l Black, but he couldn’t do anything to Wun Ching Yeung at all. Wun Fan smiled bitterly. He made a mental note to himself to be careful of his enemies when he was outside. If the enemy was stronger than him, he would have to find a different way to deal with them.
Wun Fan remembered Old Lei had said that he would be able to protect him against even a Martial Colonel. He thought it was a simple feat, but today he was proven wrong. The difference in power between him and Wun Ching Yeung showed him as much.
This was the ruthlessness of Heaven’s Martial World and the cruelty of the martial journey. Every step along the way was a whole different world. There might be prodigies who could fight enemies who were several martial realms above them, but they were definitely few and far between.
At the very least, Wun Fan, as he was right now, couldn’t accomplish such a feat yet.
Meanwhile, Wun Ching Yeung looked at Wun Fan lying on the ground with approval in his eyes. Wun Fan had only learned his technique just seconds ago and he could already use them with such ease and skull. Moreover, he showed no hesitation after a failed attack and immediately followed up with another one. The chain of attacks did not stop and continued wave after wave.
Wun Ching Yeung unleashed another wave of soul energy and knocked away the contaminated Soul Armour, preventing his soul energy from further contamination. It seemed like Wun Fan’s soul energy was troublesome for him to deal with as well. If Wun Fan were to contaminate his opponent’s soul energy with his death aura, it could be a very effective way of fighting. Even if it did not injure the opponent, it could interrupt their momentum.
“Fan, you have good combat awareness,” said Wun Ching Yeung as he squatted down beside Wun Fan. He put Wun Fan’s arm around his shoulder and slowly helped him up. The two of them slowly walked towards Wun Fan’s room.
“Thank you, father,” said Wun Fan. He let his body rest against his father’s body. The feeling of his father taking of him was a good one. It was the first time in two lives that he felt that warm, pleasant sensation of family.
A figure looked at the two of them from a distance. She lifted her mask and hid her broad smile as she whispered to herself, “The confident Wun Fan is back.” Having said that, she happily walked towards her room, practically skipping as she did so. She was in a good mood.262Please respect copyright.PENANAKIpWEH7UnB
A man with short white hair and simple yellow robes stood in a room. He caressed the pill in his hands and pierced it with a needle coated with his soul energy. The needle’s point was incredibly tiny and the old man worked fast, quickly sealing the pill after piercing it, leaving no damage on it. He placed the needle in a dish full of medicinal liquid and channelled soul energy into his eyes as he observed for any changes.
After a long while, he dispelled his soul energy. He didn’t seem tired at all. He said to a servant beside him, “There is no mistake. This is a Grade Four Energy Circulation Pill. It may be put on auction.”
“Yes, sir.”
The servant had just walked away when another servant came in with a message, “Elder Goh, the matter you instructed to be taken care of is done. It has been reached the hands of the Wun Clan’s third young master.”
“Mm, good,” said the old man. He sent the servant away. The frustration that had just gone away earlier came back again. The old man tapped the table lightly as he sighed and whispered to himself, “Little Yuet, I’ve been around for several decades now and I’ve never heard of anyone having to deal with the most terrible lightning tribulation from the heavens, let alone survive them unscathed. There aren’t any records of such an incident, even in the ancient tomes.”262Please respect copyright.PENANALwpPVljC5C