Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1240 - 1165: Heavenly Spirit Pond

"About the Heavenly Spirit Pond incident..." Liu Yifeng spoke.

"Go prepare, let him enter the Heavenly Spirit Pond. Anyway, over the years, the pond’s effect has been waning, letting him in won’t hurt. If we continue to block him, I’m afraid Jiangdong will know no peace again."

The grey-clad elder shook his head and said.

"This child has such a violent character. If he continues to grow unchecked..." one elder suddenly suggested.

"This matter is beyond our control now. But naturally, there will be someone who can subdue him." The grey-clad elder said calmly.

"Someone will subdue him..."

The grey-clad elder smiled faintly, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes, and said, "The opening of the Ancient Martial World seems to be soon!"

Ye Qingfeng returned to Tianhai City riding on his flying sword, heading straight back to the Xinhe Hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, Ye Qingfeng’s face turned pale all of a sudden, looking extremely weak.

"Master, are you okay?" Piao Xue and Little Yue quickly supported Ye Qingfeng, asking in concern.

"I’m alright. My injuries aren’t fully healed yet, need to cultivate for healing first." Ye Qingfeng gently shook his head and said.

His injuries weren’t healed in the first place. To kill those two Japanese swordsmen, Ye Qingfeng forced himself to increase his power, swiftly slaying those two men, aggravating his injuries.

Ye Qingfeng repeatedly tolerated the people from the Time Pavilion also because of this, and besides, if a real battle breaks out, his injuries would only get worse.

Ye Qingfeng sat cross-legged, took an elixir, and began to cultivate, making sure to maintain his condition before entering the Heavenly Spirit Pond in two days.

Ye Qingfeng only hopes there are truly good things in the Heavenly Spirit Pond that can help him heal hidden injuries and restore to the realm of War Emperor.

During Ye Qingfeng’s cultivation, the sect competition had completely concluded, and all the martial artists had departed Sunset Creek.

Under usual circumstances, all the martial artists could leave at this point, but this time none of them left, instead choosing to remain in Tianhai City.

This was naturally because of Ye Qingfeng. The feats he accomplished astonished these martial artists, made them reluctant to leave, and sparked intense discussions about Ye Qingfeng’s achievements in Tianhai City.

Originally, these martial artists held no goodwill towards Ye Qingfeng. They were martial artists of Jiangdong, while Ye Qingfeng was considered a disruptor.

However, the appearance of the Japanese martial artists changed things. Ye Qingfeng suddenly became a hero in everyone’s heart.

Although the grey-clad elder strongly disapproved of Ye Qingfeng’s methods, in the hearts of these martial artists, Ye Qingfeng’s decisive act of killing two Japanese swordsmen was a very gratifying act.

Everyone admired Ye Qingfeng greatly, wanting to visit him but not daring to. After all, his cold-blooded and domineering nature was evident to everyone; offending him accidentally could lead to dire consequences.

During this period, Lu Qi found Ye Qingfeng once more, walking boldly into his room under the gaze of a shocked group of martial artists.

The martial artists sighed in their hearts, questioning whether even Jiangdong’s most outstanding female warrior had fallen under Ye Qingfeng’s sway?

Lu Qi entered Ye Qingfeng’s room, but nothing transpired. She was seeking guidance on the Alchemy Technique from Ye Qingfeng.

She knew very well that besides his astonishing power, Ye Qingfeng’s Alchemy Technique was top-notch, capable of crafting elixirs that could elevate someone directly to the War General Level—the equivalent of an immortal pill.

Lu Qi also knew that Ye Qingfeng wasn’t just an alchemist; he was also an artifact refiner. The Peerless Sword admired by everyone was indeed refined by Ye Qingfeng himself.

An artifact refiner is a lost profession in the secular world now. The weapons that martial artists use are either forged with modern technology or treasured items passed down from previous masters.

A sword refined by Ye Qingfeng, like the Peerless Sword, would be something even masters from centuries ago couldn’t forge. Where on earth did this man learn such an astonishing set of skills?

It’s as if everyone is still in the era of cold weapons, while he suddenly brandishes a gun, crafted by himself—it genuinely astounds people.

If Lu Qi wasn’t entirely ignorant of Qi Cultivation, she’d want to learn artifact refining from Ye Qingfeng herself.

Hence, when Lu Qi looked at Ye Qingfeng, she was mesmerized by this man’s immense skills, which were beyond comprehension.

It’s like martial artists are myths in an ordinary person’s eyes, and this man is like the myth among martial artists—a legend.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t know Lu Qi’s thoughts and ideas, but he did guide her on the Alchemy Technique a bit. This woman’s attitude was charming, showing great respect for Ye Qingfeng and wishing to apprentice under him.

Ye Qingfeng, preparing for his future influence, helped his own in a way, since he wasn’t sharing anything profound—just basic Alchemy Technique.

Lu Qi stayed in Ye Qingfeng’s room for a day and night. Naturally, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t guide Lu Qi for that long; he briefly instructed her.

However, this woman lingered in Ye Qingfeng’s room, unwilling to leave, waiting for him during his cultivation periods and receiving occasional pointers when he took breaks.

Though Ye Qingfeng could spare just a couple of hours to guide Lu Qi occasionally, she waited patiently, respecting his time.

A day and night passed, and Lu Qi finally left Ye Qingfeng’s room, confidently walking out without any secrecy.

Some rumors quickly spread among the martial artists, but no one showed jealousy; Ye Qingfeng’s prowess was simply too formidable. Perhaps only such a talent was worthy enough for Jiangdong’s Heavenly Pride.

Many martial artists looked at the closed room door, their eyes showing envy. This Master Ye genuinely had a fortunate life, not only having two beautiful guards at his side but also now seizing Jiangdong’s Heavenly Pride, truly blissful.

Ye Qingfeng naturally was unaware of external opinions about him; he only wished to cultivate quickly. Finally, two days later, people from the Time Pavilion approached Ye Qingfeng.

It was none other than Liu Yifeng, who had targeted Ye Qingfeng previously, and was feeling some embarrassment upon seeing him.

"Let’s go, to the Heavenly Spirit Pond!"

Ye Qingfeng paid no mind to these matters; he never fussed over trifles. If someone truly provoked him, he’d simply kill them.

"Mr. Ye, it was my wrongdoing previously. I apologize to you."

Liu Yifeng apologized to Ye Qingfeng, feeling a bit awkward.

"But I truly admire you, not only for your talent but also for your boldness. Slaying that Japanese middle-aged swordsman with One Sword was immensely satisfying—even if it might trouble Huaxia, watching it was incredibly refreshing!"

Liu Yifeng was quick-tempered but straightforward. He was the most intolerant of Japanese swordsmen within the Time Pavilion yet dared not act.