Adding the Strength of 107 People

The moment the Molting Spell was passed on to Earth, almost 500 million people started cultivating the technique. Even if 99 percent of these people couldn't learn it, at least 1 percent of them would.

In less than 15 minutes, Ye Sheng could sense that more than ten people had reached the Beginner stage already.

These people were also the same ones who had managed to learn the Rolling Rocks Boxing Technique, the Fallen Leaves Sword Technique, the Typhoon Steps, and the Reincarnation Seal.

These people were definitely delicate geniuses.

On top of that, after they'd reached the Beginner level of the Molting Spell, a tenth person had succeeded in learning the Reincarnation Seal.

Ye Sheng had successfully cultivated two techniques at once.

An illusory shadow started forming within his dantian, Earth. That was a seal, a reincarnation seal.

The seal was still very faint as it was only at the Learnt stage. But even so, Ye Sheng could already feel a tremendous amount of strength slowly brewing within his dantian.

His cultivation level also went up a little to reach Second Stage Mid-Phase.

As for the Molting Spell, Ye Sheng just needed to make a small adjustment, and he realized that he could keep his aura away. He went back to the way he used to be, ordinary looking and extremely reticent.

He was only at the Learnt level, but this was enough for Ye Sheng at this point in time.

He just didn't want to be discovered.

After Ye Sheng had passed on a technique for the third time, the first batch of 107 cultivators on Earth had managed to break through to Acquired Level First Stage, and there were a few who had even actually made it to Acquired Level Second Stage.

The breakthrough of these 107 people made Ye Sheng's eyes light up with joy.

"Add on their strength," growled Ye Sheng softly as he stood up.

This was the most powerful thing about his dantian, Earth. He could add on to his strength the strength of the people from Earth. The addition of the strength of 107 people to his own immediately caused his aura to explode. Even the Molting Spell couldn't hide it. The Qi inside his body surged wildly and filled up his meridian channels to a terrifying extent.

BOOM!

He swung a punch, and it made three blasts in the air. His strength had gone up to more than 10,000 units. It was overwhelmingly different from the 700 units that he had had before this.

But after he'd swung this punch, Ye Sheng felt that his entire body was aching, and his meridian channels were on the verge of bursting.

"Cancel the addition," said Ye Sheng through gritted teeth. His body couldn't handle this much strength being added at one time.

The addition of 107 Acquired Level First Stage cultivators to his own strength made his strength go up to more than 10,000 units, but it was also a great pressure on his own body. Ye Sheng was only at Acquired Level Second Stage, and his body wasn't very strong. Swinging one punch nearly made him collapse.

"I need to train my body. There's no way I can use all 107 people's strength at once, but I should be able to handle the addition of 30 or 40 people," murmured Ye Sheng to himself.

That one punch had made him ache all over, and he was panting as he sat on top of a rock. If he were to throw another punch, he figured his muscles might tear, his meridian channels would explode, and his body would be severely wounded.

"I need a technique that can help me to build up my body," thought Ye Sheng.

If he could train his body and keep getting stronger, then Ye Sheng would be able to add more strength.

...

While Ye Sheng was still in deep thought about his situation, a group of men were making their way in his direction.

"Boss, is our target really around here?"

"Boss, this is a really strange mission. They're offering 100 gold coins just to kill one person?"

"This fellow must have offended some big shot. We've been hired to kill him anonymously."

Four of them were hurrying along the mountainous forest paths. They had found the wooden hut and seen the bonfire, but they hadn't discovered Ye Sheng. After searching for an entire day, they had finally reached this place.

Their leader was a ferocious-looking middle-aged man. He had a knife scar that covered his face like a centipede. It looked threatening and terrifying, particularly when he smiled. That face would definitely make a child cry in fear.

This man's nickname was Scarface, and he was well-known in the hooligan circles of Xianyang. He was at the Acquired Level Sixth Stage himself, and his saber technique was excellent.

Scarface remarked coldly, "Someone is paying us, and so we do the job. Why think about it so much? Once we kill this fellow, those 100 gold coins are ours."

His three subordinates nodded profusely because they were scared of Scarface. Then they thought about the prospect of getting paid and started putting in their best efforts into hunting Ye Sheng down.

"Boss, there's some movement in front of us." One of them suddenly noticed something.

Scarface immediately ambled over and saw that Ye Sheng was lying on top of a large rock, quietly recuperating.

Scarface's eyes lit up as he said, "That's our guy. Just kill him, no need to talk too much to him."

Scarface held out his large saber and charged at Ye Sheng without saying anything.

Ye Sheng sensed danger coming his way and quickly stood up, staring coldly ahead.

"Who is this trying to kill me?" Ye Sheng pondered this question and immediately thought of Ye Qing.

He was the only person who would do this, since he was the type who just had to take revenge.

BOOM!

A saber suddenly swung in his direction. Ye Sheng dodged the attack with Typhoon Steps. The saber crashed into the large rock, and a huge crack appeared in the rock.

HUU!

Since the first attack didn't hit the target, Scarface attacked again. He swung his saber, aiming for Ye Sheng's neck.

Scarface was an old-timer who had been doing this for a long time. He knew that talking too much would only result in making things worse and that settling it as quickly as possible was the best way to go. The job was just killing someone off. If the first attempt didn't work out, he'd just try again. There was no need to say too much. He'd kill the person he was supposed to kill and get his reward. That would be the end of things, and there would be no further communication in the future.

This was his style of doing things. Scarface was definitely not known as an upright man within the hooligan circles, but his credibility was excellent.

"Who are you?" Ye Sheng asked as he hid among the trees.

Scarface remained silent and beckoned to his three subordinates to quickly come over to attack Ye Sheng.

The three subordinates were not as highly skilled as Scarface, but they were all at a higher cultivation level than Ye Sheng. They were all around Fourth Stage or so.

In that instant, Ye Sheng was surrounded by danger.

His expression was cold as he met with Scarface's repeated attacks. Dodging and hiding wasn't going to work out, so he would have to clash head-on with them.

"Go to h*ll!" Ye Sheng didn't have much experience fighting others, but he knew how to bully someone weaker than himself.

He added on the strength of 40 people and flung a punch toward one of Scarface's followers.

BOOM!

This punch didn't carry 10,000 units of strength, but it definitely had at least 3,000 or 4,000 units. The moment the impact hit the completely unprepared man, his chest instantly collapsed and he spewed out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed onto the ground, pointing a finger at Ye Sheng with a horrified look on his face. Very little air went into his body, but a lot came out.

There was a look of shock on Scarface's face. He definitely hadn't expected Ye Sheng to be so formidable. But, at the same time, this made him become even more murderous than he had been before.

HUU! HUU! HUU!

He swung the saber hard. The blade came flying toward Ye Sheng with a lot of violence. He kept trying to dodge the attacks, but it wasn't going to be possible to avoid them all.

Ye Sheng threw another punch, and, after three blasts of air, it slammed into the saber and gave off a final ear-deafening blast. Ye Sheng ended up taking several steps backward. His wrist was trembling, and his fist was all red now.

He was no match for someone like Scarface, who had gone through hundreds of fights and killed countless people.

"Boss, kill him! He killed Number Three!" called out the other two men in agony.

Scarface's eyes grew icy as he finally uttered his first words, "Intense Killing Knife Technique!"

In an instant, Ye Sheng felt as if he was in between countless blades, and he couldn't do anything at all. He couldn't even dodge the attacks and had no choice but to fight them head on.

"Go to h*ll!" yelled Ye Sheng through gritted teeth as his expression changed.

He pulled another punch, but, this time, he didn't just add the strength of 40 people. He added the strength of all 107 people.

10,000 units of strength smashed right into that saber.

CLANG!

A terrible clashing sound could be heard, and Scarface's eyes grew wide with disbelief and terror. He spewed a mouthful of blood, and his saber trembled before he dropped it to the ground. He staggered more than ten steps backward, staring straight at Ye Sheng.

Everything around them suddenly fell silent.