Miss Ye, the second daughter of the Ye family."
Stay where you are," ordered Ye Feng.
The first guard was clutching his throat, trembling in fear. He had come dangerously close to death just now.
Beside him, his companion spoke in awe, "Our Ye clan is truly a haven for talent. Even a stable boy is stronger than us..."
Meanwhile, in the ancestral hall...
The ancestral tablets of the Ye clan's ancestors were placed on high, vermilion-colored sandalwood shelves. Candles flickered on the surrounding pillars, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
Ye Feng strode in, paying no attention to the tablets as he made his way towards the inner courtyard of the hall.
In the inner courtyard, there was a massive martial arts arena, with a table set up at its edge.
Ye Feng approached the table and rapped on it a few times, startling the elderly man who was dozing off there.
"Who is it? It's too early, old man like me doesn't even have time for a nap."
The old man grumbled as he opened his eyes.
But the moment he saw Ye Feng, the old man jolted upright and faced him directly, as if he had discovered something remarkable.
Reaching out, the old man began to search Ye Feng's body, poking and prodding here and there, murmuring, "This can't be, this can't be..."
Ye Feng's expression turned peculiar as he quickly stepped back a few paces and said, "Senior, must you search my bones to verify my True Martial Realm cultivation?""Eh? Haha, no, old man, I was just curious. You have a special aura and a strong body, that's all."
The old man in coarse hemp clothes stared at Ye Feng with his aged eyes, scrutinizing him from head to toe, while making a clicking sound with his mouth, making Ye Feng feel uneasy.
"Could he be some kind of weird old man?"
Ye Feng wondered to himself and immediately released his cultivation aura of True Martial Realm First Heaven, showing his identity token as an official member of the Ye Clan, and then rushed out of the ancestral temple.
The old man in coarse hemp clothes smiled slightly as he watched Ye Feng run away so fast. A glint of admiration flashed in his aged pupils, and he murmured, "You have finally awakened, that's great..."
...
Ye Feng hurriedly ran out of the ancestral temple.
"Brother, wait a minute!"
The guard who had been frightened earlier came up to him, trying to please him by placing a shining spirit stone into Ye Feng's hand.
Ye Feng held the hard spirit stone in his hand, looking puzzled, and asked, "What does this mean?"
The guard chuckled and said, "I was in the wrong earlier. This middle-grade spirit stone is worth a hundred low-grade ordinary spirit stones. It's my gift to you, brother."
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Ye Feng put the shining middle-grade spirit stone in his pocket and walked away.
"Brother, let me treat you to a meal another day."
The guard shouted after Ye Feng.
"No need," Ye Feng replied.
Ye Feng waved his hand and disappeared into the buildings of the Ye Clan's mansion.
...
Half an hour later.
In a dilapidated hut on the edge of the Ye Clan's mansion.
Ye Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the mid-grade spirit stone in his hand already depleted of its spiritual energy.
His golden true qi had grown significantly, but it was still far from reaching the second level of the True Martial Realm.
Ye Feng opened his eyes, a faint glint of gold flashing through his pupils.
"Training is too expensive," he muttered.
Looking at the powdered spirit stone in his hand, Ye Feng couldn't help but force a bitter smile.
Although the Creation Technique had allowed him to make rapid progress, with strong true qi and a robust physique, each session of cultivation required a massive amount of resources.
The amount of spiritual energy contained within a mid-grade spirit stone would be enough for an ordinary True Martial Realm cultivator to absorb for half a month.
But Ye Feng had managed to drain the entire stone in just half an hour.
"I don't know how to make the golden pill in my mind release its spiritual energy and transfer it to me," Ye Feng thought to himself.
He felt that the golden pill held a great secret, but he was not yet capable of unlocking it.
After all, it was something his father, Ye Qingdi, a peerless god emperor with a transcendent cultivation base, had risked his life to bring out from the number one forbidden zone in the Spirit Realm, "Above the Firmament"."
Ye Feng vaguely remembered how his father, with a serious look on his face, had whispered into his ear, "This divine pill is enough to make you, Wind, live as long as the sun and moon, and be born with the heavens and earth."
Live as long as the sun and moon!
Be born with the heavens and earth!
How shocking!
Not even the supreme god emperor could achieve the same longevity as the sun and moon, and be born with the heavens and earth.
Ye Feng pondered for a moment and realized that the golden divine pill had released its pure spiritual energy when he broke through to the first level of the True Martial Realm.
"Could it be that the golden divine pill only releases its pure spiritual energy when I reach the critical juncture of my breakthrough?" Ye Feng speculated.
If that were the case, then it seemed that he could not rely solely on the golden divine pill for his cultivation.
Ye Feng closed his eyes again and began to circulate his energy and blood within his body using the Creation God Technique.
As he circulated his energy through each of the large meridians, his golden true energy reached his limbs and bones.
Ye Feng now only wanted to break through his realm quickly and let the Creation God Technique reach the first level.
"The Creation God Technique is very magical. Those who cultivate it must possess the direct bloodline of the imperial family of the Creation God Dynasty."
"But I was reborn in this new body as a foster child of the Ye clan. Why can I still cultivate the Creation God Technique?"
"It's strange, so strange..."
Ye Feng couldn't help but murmur to himself.
But he decided not to dwell on it too much if he couldn't figure it out."
Now the most important thing to consider is to quickly improve our cultivation strength.
"My father once told me that as the Evolution Technique evolves, each breakthrough will awaken a terrifying and special innate talent for the cultivator."
Ye Feng was very curious about what his first innate talent would be when he entered the first level of the Evolution Technique.
He remembered that his father, Emperor Ye Qing, awakened a very powerful divine sword called the Heavenly Tribulation Sword when he reached the first level of the Evolution Technique.
Ye Feng had witnessed his father use the sword to slay an ancient dragon that was thousands of feet long!
Meanwhile, while Ye Feng was quietly practicing in his small room, in the central garden of the Ye Family Mansion, a large inner courtyard.
Chen Jiu knelt on the green grass, trembling with fear, kowtowing to a young girl in front of him, "Miss Second, I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have buried Li Si without telling you! Please don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Chen Jiu was eventually unable to conceal the truth and was discovered by Miss Second, Ye Ziling.
The girl standing in front of Chen Jiu was dressed in a pink long dress, with long hair as black as a waterfall, draped over her snow-white fragrant shoulders, and a red gemstone adorning her forehead, exuding an innate nobility.
This girl was the second miss of the Ye family, Ye Ziling.