Chapter 166: Someone of the Noble FateTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

This voice naturally came from Ye Futian. Everyone’s gazes focused on Ye Futian’s direction. Was he crazy? He had defeated Zhao Han and the latter had taken a step back, only telling Yun Qianmo to return to the clan after one month. This was still domineering but even though Ye Futian had shown his extreme talent, he was still lower in plane. Zhao Han not going back on his words was already good enough but now Ye Futian was challenging him again. Wasn’t this giving Zhao Han an excuse to mess with him?

“Are you talking to me?” Zhao Han gazed at Ye Futian with some mockery in his eyes.

“Don’t take a single step before my mood turns better,” Ye Futian said coldly instead of answering the question. “Move then die.”

Zhao Han’s expression turned odd. Move then die? He looked at Ye Futian and sneered. If the youth wanted to die, then he’d let him.

“How would you like to die?” Zhao Han asked coldly. As soon as he said that, something extremely sharp flashed past Ye Futian’s eyes. In a blink, an extremely terrifying intent power shot to Zhao Han. This time, it wasn’t gentle like the intent that had entered Yun Qianmo’s mind. Instead, it was filled with the thirst for killing.

In a moment, Zhao Han felt that it wasn’t Ye Futian before him but the strong intent power in the stone statues that came at him. Accompanied by a sharp sound, shocking sword intent burst from Zhao Han’s body. However, the other intent pierced directly through everything, coming from the sword intent of the stone statues.

Sizzle… Everyone heard a pained cry mixed into the piercing sharp sound. Zhao Han trembled as blood flowed out from his body. Even his eyes were bleeding.

At that moment, everyone’s eyes were trained there, staring at the two figures.

“The statue lit up.” Someone looked to the kendo statues in the grotto. They were glowing.

“Just like in the Cang Mountain Relic.” Watching this scene, Liu Yuan’s expression was dark. Ye Futian had used his musical sorcery to activate the intent within the stone walls at the Cang Mountain Relic. Now, he didn’t even need the musical sorcery to activate the even stronger intent of the grotto. Was he even human?

When the attacking strength disappeared, Zhao Han couldn’t help but tremble. At that moment, he had felt death.

“Do you think I’m joking?” Ye Futian smiled at Zhao Han. He was handsome and had a nice smile. He looked harmless but in Zhao Han’s eyes right now, he was like a demon. Everyone could feel shudders from the coldness. Earlier, Zhao Han had been extremely domineering. He’d set the rule that if Ye Futian lost, he would die. Without saying anything, Ye Futian had walked quietly towards the grotto. At that time, he couldn’t fight against Zhao Han.

Next, he walked towards the grotto and showed his talent.

Now, he could use the intent of the grotto to crush Zhao Han. His entire presence had changed. If Zhao Han moved, he would die.

There was no reason. Now, Ye Futian set the rules.

Zhao Han’s features twisted. He was the top disciple of the Sword Clan and an extremely talented cultivator. His arrogant words from before were still fresh but now he was in such a position. It was so embarrassing. If he moved, he would die. So should he stay here for everyone to gawk at? Did he, Zhao Han, still have a place in the Qianmeng area now? He was forced to the point of not even daring to move. It was such a humiliation.

“If you don’t believe me, you can try.” Ye Futian no longer looked at Zhao Han; his eyes turned to Yun Qianmo.

Right now, Yun Qianmo’s expression was a bit uncomfortable. Zhao Han was a top disciple. If Ye Futian treated him so, what would he do after leaving the grotto? And what should she do? She had given up on some things when she agreed to become Ye Futian’s servant but it was difficult to betray her clan and become Zhao Han’s enemy.

“Yun Qianmo, continue perceiving.” Ye Futian guided the intent contained inside the statues into Yun Qianmo’s mind so she could perceive and comprehend it. Then he looked to Lin Yueyao and did the same thing.

At this time, everyone saw that the Black Wind Eagle had walked before the stone statues and was making its way to the Thirteen Steps of Death. It had even made four steps. Next, it began perceiving as well under Ye Futian’s help.

“I’m going up to cultivate,” Yu Sheng said to Ye Futian.

“Okay.” Ye Futian nodded. Yu Sheng walked up to the grotto’s corridor, walking under the statues. He felt the mighty intent emanating from them. He found a quiet place to sit and began perceiving quietly.

Ye Wuchen did the same. He had forcefully made the thirteen steps and some changes had occurred to his body. Now, he needed to relax and perceive for a while. The grotto deserved for him to take his time.

Only Ye Futian and Zhao Han remained standing there. Ye Futian looked at all the statues, feeling the powerful intent within them and increasing his fate.

Zhao Han was in a bad position. He was forced to stand there, not allowed to take a step. Now, he looked to Ye Futian with dark eyes but not daring to risk it. Behind him were the prides of the Qianmeng area. Mo Fan, Li Lianyi, and the others were all unsettled. Today’s performance of Ye Futian’s trio was too overbearing.

Ye Xiao, Chu Kuangren, and the others were even more speechless.

Ye Xiao especially looked at them with a complex expression.

Time passed bit by bit. After a long while, everyone saw Yun Qianmo move. She had started attempting to move forward. Under their shocked gazes, she walked to the tenth step. Then she tried her eleventh and succeeded as well. Many people couldn’t help but look to Ye Futian. It seemed that Yun Qianmo could only do this with his help. He had guided the stone statues’ intent so Yun Qianmo could sense it.

After a short pause, Yun Qianmo tried the twelfth and then the thirteenth. Succeeding all the steps, she walked into the corridor. This made Zhao Han even more uncomfortable, as well as Yang Ziqi and Liu Yuan.

It was not only Yun Qianmo. Next, Lin Yueyao, her guards, and even the Black Wind Eagle tried to step forward with Ye Futian’s help. They approached the corridor and finally walked onto it.

Of course, because they relied on Ye Futian, the intent they had were far from Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen’s because they had relied on themselves. Still, they received a lot of fate. Next, they could slowly study it in the corridor. Seeing the many bodies in the corridor, everyone else was speechless. Was this possible?

Ye Xiao looked to Ye Futian with a bit of hesitation. Looking at Lin Yueyao and the others cultivating in the corridor, he seemed to make a decision. Ye Xiao finally called out, “Ye Futian.”

Ye Futian looked away from the statues and turned to Ye Xiao. “Yes, Your Highness?”

“Take us to the corridor,” he said with a straight face.

He said “us” instead of “me.” He’d included the people of the Cangye College. Obviously, just saying himself would be very embarrassing so he added the others as well.

Ye Xiao knew that begging Ye Futian wasn’t too glorious but he’d only taken four steps. If he had to use that rate for accumulating fate, it would be hard to receive the noble fate. He needed the noble fate. If he had it, the throne would be his. He may also have a chance similar to Luo Junlin too. Then Cangye Kingdom’s throne would just be a backup plan. Thus, he lowered himself like this. Even so, his voice was still cold as if he was ordering Ye Futian instead of begging him.

Hearing Ye Xiao’s voice, Ye Futian smiled. “Since the emperor ordered that we shouldn’t rely on others, I’m sure you will understand him and rely on yourself.” This was what Ye Xiao had said when they entered the Ancient Barren World. Now, Ye Futian returned it to him.

Ye Futian hadn’t forgotten Emperor Ye’s kindness to him. If Ye Xiao hadn’t done those things, they would still be friends and he would help. But since Ye Xiao wanted to keep the boundaries clear, Ye Futian could only go with the flow.

Hearing these words, Ye Xiao’s expression grew uglier. He’d already lowered his pride but he was still rejected. Ye Futian had humiliated him completely. He stared coldly at Ye Futian and didn’t say anything else. Ye Futian continued to cultivate. He prepared to study the statues and agglomerate his dharma.

At that time, of those in the corridor, one of the two who had been cultivating first had started moving. In a second, multiple gazes moved onto him. They all knew him.

The figure walked down from the corridor and towards where Zhao Han was. His features were as defined as if they were carved by a knife and he was abnormally handsome. His entire body radiated a mighty presence as if he was extraordinary from birth. His sharp gaze was deep and his face was emotionless though he gave off an invisible pressure.

When Zhao Han saw him, he couldn’t help but call out, “Young Master Qian.”

“There are mountains past the mountains and skies past the skies. Do you understand the phrase now?” the young man said calmly. Zhao Han nodded. He could admit that his talent was far from Ye Futian’s but he still couldn’t accept it.

“Go,” the young man said. Zhao Han glanced at Ye Futian but still nodded and retreated. It was as if the young man’s words were like an order, even more powerful than Ye Futian’s threat.

Ye Futian, who was cultivating, frowned. He looked over and an invisible intent power surged towards Zhao Han.

At the same time, a terrifying gust of power came out of the young man. It transformed into a dragon that wrapped around Zhao Han, protecting him. He hurried backward and retreated from the grotto.

The dragon returned to the young man. At that moment, he was dazzling as if he was a dragon among the people.

Noble fate. Everyone’s hearts trembled. He was a legendary figure, a monstrously talented figure of the Qianmeng area, and had absolute authority.

“It’s just a small matter. End it now,” the young man said to Ye Futian. There seemed too absolute authority hidden inside the monotonous voice.

Amongst the younger generation of the Qianmeng area, his words were the command!

Chapter 167: Realization of DharmaTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ye Futian studied the youth before him. He already knew Zhao Han’s identity as the son of the Sword Clan’s clan master. But he became respectful the moment the youth appeared. Zhao Han retreated as soon as he was told so who must this be? Of course, Ye Futian was only curious.

“He wants my life and you think it’s a small matter?” Ye Futian said, smiling. “You better convince me.”

The people of the Qianmeng area all stared at Ye Futian. This guy probably dared to speak like this because he didn’t know who this person was. What would he do if the man couldn’t convince him? Fight? Even if he won, if he fought this young man, Ye Futian would definitely be dead. He wouldn’t be able to leave this city alive unless he hid in the grotto forever.

“Compared to why you entered the Ancient Barren World, of course it is a small matter.” The youth smiled nonchalantly and said, “It’s only a grudge. Even if you kill him, no one can touch you if you use the grotto’s power. But are you never going to leave? Why do that just for a grudge? In the Ancient Barren World, compared to getting the noble fate and strengthening, nothing else is important.”

Ye Futian didn’t speak. He continued gazing at the youth quietly, waiting for the other to keep talking.

“With your talent, it shouldn’t be hard to receive the noble fate. It’s only a matter of time. But in the Ancient Barren World, there are things beneficial to cultivation other than noble fate. For example, there is the Loulan Relic in Loulan City. There are relics that have disappeared in the outside world. For countless years, many talents go to the Loulan City to see the relic but few can go in. Even if they go in, it’s hard to receive anything. I believe you’ll be interested.” The youth smiled as if confident in his judgment.

Indeed, Ye Futian was interested. Qianmeng City was the city closest to the entrance to the Hundred Lands. They’d come directly after entering the Ancient Barren World. After learning about the map, Ye Futian had wanted to go out. He couldn’t stay in Qianmeng forever. That was why he didn’t fear becoming enemies with Zhao Han. Loulan City was the heart of this region. It meant there must be stronger fate there.

“What’s in the relic?” Ye Futian asked.

“Many things. For example, ritual implements that contain noble intent. These items can’t be brought in from the outer world. Therefore, you can’t find ritual implements in the outer world. That’s not all. The relic won’t disappoint you,” the young man said.

“Why are you telling me?” Ye Futian studied the other. The youth had come for a reason, seemingly not only to resolve tensions between him and Zhao Han but to say these things. But if that was the case, why didn’t he just come and directly tell Ye Futian?

“Of course it’s because of your talent,” the youth said, smiling. “If you wish to go, we can go together. He will also go.” With that, he pointed at the other one cultivating in the corridor. Before Ye Futian’s group, only they were in the corridor.

“I might cultivate here for a while,” Ye Futian said.

“No problem. How about I come to find you in three months?” the youth asked.

“Okay.” Ye Futian nodded and didn’t say anything else.

“Goodbye.” The youth smiled and left. Walking past Zhao Han, he said, “This is over.”

“Yes, Young Master Qian.” Zhao Han nodded, not daring to make any objections. Then the youth walked away. The people involuntarily made way for him. He was obviously highly respected. When he left, Zhao Han glared at Ye Futian. He’d completely embarrassed himself today but he couldn’t even take revenge. “Let’s go,” he uttered and left with Yang Ziqi.

Yang Ziqi looked unwilling. He still couldn’t help but look at the beautiful figure in the corridor. He couldn’t accept that the girl he liked would become someone else’s servant. Thinking that she would serve a man, he felt furious. But he couldn’t do anything. Even Zhao Han was powerless now; he could only leave as well.

The spectators whispered amongst themselves. Ye Futian was valued highly by Young Master Qian and was invited to Loulan City. With Ye Futian’s talent, he would be terrifying in the future. Perhaps Young Master Qian wanted to pull Ye Futian under him. If he agreed, he might become a top figure of the Qianmeng area.

Young Master Qian was the young leader of the Qianmeng area.

Ye Futian didn’t think about Zhao Han. Just as the young man had said, this truly was a small matter. He anticipated more interesting things from the Ancient Barren World.

Of course, he knew why the man had invited him. There was definitely a use for him. Maybe the man wanted to use him but he didn’t mind. This was mutual and he’d see after arriving at Loulan City.

He stepped out and onto the corridor. Faint intent weighed down on him. He walked down the corridor. Whenever he walked past a statue, he could feel the intent coming from it. It was very clear and it was easy to sense under the statue.

There were also many caves in the grotto that seemed natural. Ye Futian walked into one. The outside pressure was gone. If he didn’t want to endure the pressure, he could go into a cave.

After familiarizing himself, Ye Futian walked down the corridor. He returned to outside the Thirteen Steps of Death. He walked through it again without using the emperor’s intent. Instead, he used pure elemental power, such as fire, water… He continued using the Noble Grotto to test himself. This made many speechless. The Noble Grotto, the place with the strongest fate in Qianmeng City, had become Ye Futian’s toy. He could cultivate however he wanted.

In the following days, the people who remained saw Ye Futian cultivate in various ways. Sometimes, he used comprehension; sometimes, he communicated with the statues’ intent. Sometimes he walked before the grotto as if relaxing. The poor “geniuses” couldn’t even take seven steps. Seeing Ye Futian’s active figure, they really wanted to beat him up. Even worse, the Black Wind Eagle would sometimes get up and caw. Every time it flapped its wings excitedly, the others wanted to roast it… This beast was too much of a bully.

After a few days, Ye Futian finally quieted down. He walked into a cave inside the grotto. The grotto was deep and dark; they couldn’t see him. What made them speechless was that he made Yun Qianmo guard the cave so the others couldn’t peek at him. He was really ordering the beauty around like a servant!

Time flew by. Yu Sheng, Ye Wuchen, and the others were also cultivating quietly. One day, a terrifying aura filled the air outside Ye Futian’s cave. His body produced a huge rumbling sound. His blood bubbled and roared.

Three life spirits appeared behind Ye Futian—the majestic Thunder Dragon, the dazzling Golden Roc, and the aggressively powerful Ape. The three released four elements—thunder, wind, metal, and earth.

Outside the cave, horrible Spiritual Qi flowed wildly into the cave. The Spiritual Qi in the grotto seemed to be sucked dry as it grouped towards Ye Futian. It used the life spirits as the original shape and covered them to create dharmas.

Cultivators in the Dharma Plane could create dharmas. Martial artists could create dharma with the martial arts intent and sorcerers used Spiritual Qi and spells. The dharma could greatly increase combat power and endlessly cast spell attacks. Mandate Sorcerers usually used life spirits to solidify dharma and fuse the life spirit into the dharma.

Ye Futian had more than one life spirit. Theoretically, he could create many dharmas. Now, the three life spirits behind him were going to create three different dharma. However, Ye Futian didn’t do that. His emperor’s intent came to life and enveloped the life spirits and dharma. At the same time, he released noble intent and fused it in.

There was a whoosh and the World Tree was released. The three dharmas were swept into the tree, turning into a terrifying vortex. The various elements intertwined and screamed. The cave seemed to turn into a black hole, crazily swallowing the Spiritual Qi from the outside. Rumbling continued, reverberating in Yun Qianmo’s ears outside the cave. She really wanted to go see what was happening that could make such a commotion but she didn’t. Ye Futian had ordered her seriously. She didn’t know what Ye Futian would do if she intruded. The guy looked harmless but was nothing nice.

The commotion lasted for a long time. Inside the cave, only one dharma was behind Ye Futian. It looked quite strange. It had the terrifying body of the Ape and flashed with gold and dirt-yellow glow. Thunder and lightning flowed past it. Every part of this ape was like a dragon. Its hands were filled with power but were sharp as if it could transform into the Golden Roc’s claws at any moment. Behind the ape, there was also a pair of domineering wings.

At a glance, the ape seemed to push up against the heavens. Like the Snow Ape at the Mount Tianyao, it could stir the world.

Ye Futian cultivated the practice techniques Emperor Ye Qing gave him. The dharma he created today was dedicated to Emperor Ye Qing and the Snow Ape. Ye Futian’s three main life spirits were included in this dharma. Covered by the dharma, no one could be able to tell what it was. However, Ye Futian didn’t stop. The dharma disappeared and he closed his eyes to continue. He had many life spirits. Since he combined his three main life spirits into one dharma, he could continue making other dharmas!