Martial Peak

“Little Lord!” Ying Jiu’s concerned voice called out from behind.

“It’s nothing!” Yang Kai shook his head slowly as a deep feeling of powerlessness crept onto his face.

From Yang Wei and Meng Shan Yi’s point of view, just now, he had performed brilliantly; one person and one artifact resisting the bombardment of more than a dozen Immortal Ascension Boundary masters, but in reality Yang Kai had greatly overdrawn his strength to accomplish this feat.

Even if the bone shield was a Mysterious Grade artifact, it was impossible for an ordinary True Element Boundary cultivator to make it display such power.

Artifacts and Martial Skill were essentially the same: They were just auxiliary boosts, and a cultivator’s true foundation was their own strength.

The bone shield was indeed extraordinary. With it, even someone like Dong Qing Han could fully defend himself against masters below the Immortal Ascension Boundary Fifth Stage.

But using the artifact’s functions consumed a lot of True Qi too.

In that instant, Yang Kai had to pour more than a dozen drops of Yang Liquid into the bone shield in order for it to successfully swallow up all of those attacks.

For any other cultivator at the same level, supply that much True Qi was absolutely impossible, even blocking a single Immortal Ascension Boundary Eighth Stage master would be difficult.

The defensive strength and absorption limit of the bone shield was directly related to the amount of True Qi poured into it by its wielder.

The more True Qi one poured into the bone shield, the more attacks it could absorb and the stronger its defense would be.

Such a large consumption in such a short amount of time had put enormous pressure on Yang Kai. However, such a display was the best way to convince Yang Wei that attacking him then and there was futile.

[My cultivation is still too low. If I can break through to the Immortal Ascension Boundary, the consumption to achieve the same result will be much less.]

Yang Kai’s vision gradually became firm as he couldn’t wait to improve, suddenly feeling the urge to return to his room and enter retreat.

This subtle change in expression wasn’t missed by Ying Jiu, the shadow-like Blood Warrior realizing what Yang Kai was thinking and feeling somewhat impressed.

It seemed like; the Little Lord was the kind of person who grew stronger in the face of adversity.

After being ambushed by so many powerful masters, an ordinary cultivator would definitely have some fear and unease carved into their heart. Forget about fighting back at the time, even in their future cultivation, they would inevitable be haunted by some inner demons and would be unable to overcome these heart flaws for the rest of their life.

But the Little Lord’s heart was strong and his will to pursue the Martial Dao was as firm as a rock. Not only did this incident not affect him, it had also raised his fighting spirit higher. With this kind of mentality, as long as he had enough opportunity and talent, there was nothing the Little Lord wouldn’t be able to achieve.

Thinking so, Ying Jiu casually asked, “Are we going back now?”

Ying Jiu couldn’t think about how during the day, Qiu Yi Meng had desperately tried to prevent Yang Kai from acting alone but ultimately failed in her attempts. Right now, could she possibly be sleeping peacefully knowing he was out here?

also let Young Lady Qiu breathe a

so busy she barely had any time to rest, so although Ying Jiu wouldn’t bring this up to Yang Kai, he naturally didn’t want to let the Qiu

Yang Kai replied

nodded slightly and said

City’s streets, the two arrived in front of a large building with no signs of people around; even the giant

glance it was almost

up, Ying Jiu’s expression

building was the very core of War City,

Central Capital Eight Great Families Eight Above Immortal Ascension Boundary

Little Lord doing here? Ying Jiu felt

also felt depressed. When he left Yang Wei’s compound, an old voice suddenly sounded in his mind, ordering him to come

was a summons from a Yang Family Grand Elder. Yang Kai

how well he concealed himself or tried to remain discrete, it had not escaped

feeling of constantly being monitored made Yang Kai quite

so unwilling in his heart, his expression was obviously also not

of the temple, Yang Kai hadn’t even had

Kai let out a sigh and led Ying Jiu inside. After the two walked in, the door slowly closed. During the whole process,

the abilities

carpet and the surrounding walls were adorned with glowing gems. Even in the dark of night, the hallways

were carvings of powerful and ancient birds

carvings, his expression became pensive, subtly feeling that these things weren’t randomly arranged but rather contained some

even if he continued analysing them he

he could only move

aura around him was more comparable to a great spiritual mountain range, sometimes even feeling like he could hear some birds and insects. If he closed his eyes he could almost picture

mysterious atmosphere

Jiu’s attitude was more

or lead the way, but Yang Kai still felt as if a

experience was somewhat

in front of the pair; this light seemed to come out

time Yang Kai and Ying Jiu reacted, they discovered that they had arrived at their

main hall of the Seal Temple, eight white-haired old people sat before a round table in front of them. Each of these people gave off an aura that seemed to separate them from the mortal world. At the centre of the table, which was also the center position of the hall, was a huge luminous ball gently

arrival of Yang Kai and Ying Jiu didn’t disturb these eight people. Each of them continued to form mysterious hand seals, some of them frowning in contemplation, some of them smiling in satisfaction as they all seemed to

also show some subtle changes, as for what these changes meant it was

Ying Jiu unconsciously held their breaths as they stared at the glowing ball, trying to enlighten themselves as

Time passed by.

He was originally some distance from the round table, observing the glowing sphere but now he found himself standing atop of lush field of grass with blue sky and white clouds atop his head as a gentle spring