Chapter 15: Harvest

Wei Yang stood in a dilapidated, nearly collapsed hall, surrounded by chaos.

«Not bad,» he murmured, looking down at his palm with a grin.

Testing the power of the Mad Lion's Roar this time had achieved results that pleasantly surprised him.

A high-level profound combat skill, paired with its corresponding cultivation technique.

He had possibly only unleashed a tenth of the Mad Lion's Roar's true power, and it was already this terrifying.

Wei Yang stepped forward and bent down to pick up a ring from the messy ground.

This was Mu Snake's ring.

A large knife covered in cracks was slanted into the ground not far away.

The leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group was now nothing but bones.

«This feeling…,» Wei Yang closed his eyes slightly, a satisfied smile on his lips.

The powerful sensation of crushing his enemies intoxicated him.

This was the correct way to open the path.

To crush with absolute strength, like a dragon swooping down on its prey, turning the enemy to dust.

A high-level crushing scenario.

Overleveling?

Overleveling was impossible, it would never be possible. He only wanted to be overleveled by others, not to overlevel others.

Only enemies that are crushed are good enemies.

Fighting against the odds was too tiring; how easy it was to have a crushing scenario like this?

«The Wolf Head Mercenary Group seems to have a second-in-command named Gan Mu?»

«Didn't see him. Either he wasn't here or he hid seeing the situation turn bad.»

«Forget it, just a minor character.»

Wei Yang didn't bother looking for him. At most, he was an eight or nine-star Dou Fighter.

Tossing the ring in his hand, Wei Yang turned and left.

…

The carriage left Green Mountain Town.

Inside the carriage.

«Young Master, are you alright?» Ye Xian'er asked worriedly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wei Yang.

Wei Yang waved his hand dismissively, «I'm fine, it was an easy crush. What could happen?»

Hearing this, Ye Xian'er lightly covered her rosy lips with her delicate hand, her pretty face full of shock.

The renowned Wolf Head Mercenary Group, easily crushed?

Looking at the young man in front of her, who was not much older than herself, Ye Xian'er's eyes sparkled with a trace of admiration.

Wei Yang noticed and, seizing the opportunity, winked at her, «With me around, who dares bully you? I'll beat them up.»

Ye Xian'er's face immediately turned red, she lowered her head, her rosy lips slightly pursed, feeling sweet inside. She picked up the teapot and poured him some water, softly replying, «Mm.»

Then, she looked towards the direction of Green Mountain Town, curiously asking, «What about them?»

«Mostly eliminated by me. Just a second-in-command named Gan Mu, didn't see him,» Wei Yang drank a sip of tea, shrugged, «A minor character, not worth my time.»

Wei Yang took out a ring from his chest and poured his soul power into it. Since Mu Snake was dead, the remaining soul imprint inside was naturally unable to resist and was easily broken by Wei Yang's powerful soul power.

Inside was a space about five square meters. Wei Yang searched through it with his soul power and soon took out a few books and scrolls.

Profound Level Low-Grade Combat Skill: Wind Blade Dance.

Profound Level Low-Grade Movement Technique: Phoenix Soar.

Profound Level Low-Grade Cultivation Technique: Dance of the Wind.

Yellow Level High-Grade Combat Skill: Gale Thrust.

These were the items that slightly interested Wei Yang from within the storage ring.

There were also many gold coins, magic cores, herbs, and miscellaneous items, but they didn't pique his interest. He casually tossed the silver storage ring to Ye Xian'er, «Here, this low-level storage ring is for you.»

«Ah?» Ye Xian'er caught the ring in surprise and then hurriedly tried to return it, «I can't accept this, it's too valuable.»

A storage ring was too precious.

Ye Xian'er thought for a moment.

She felt that even if she packed herself and sold by weight, she wouldn't be worth a storage ring.

«Stop arguing,» Wei Yang took the ring, grabbed her soft hand, feeling its smooth and cool texture, delicate and boneless, making it hard to let go.

He couldn't help but look down.

White, delicate, slender, with a hint of pink at the nails, very beautiful.

Ye Xian'er was stunned.

Her delicate body trembled from the warmth of Wei Yang's palm, her face instantly flushing red.

Especially since this annoying guy was staring at her hand intently, his heated gaze seemed to burn her skin, making her body weak.

Ye Xian'er's beautiful eyes misted over, her breath quickened, her small lips parted as she panted, her small chest rising and falling rapidly.

She lightly tried to pull her hand away, but weakly, unable to extract it, feeling extremely shy and turning her face away.

Her appearance made Wei Yang's throat dry. He took a deep breath and slipped the ring onto her right hand's slender ring finger.

He tried it on, the size wasn't quite right, a bit loose.

«Is it done?» came a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Wei Yang looked up and saw a beautiful, slightly annoyed face.

«Uh,» Wei Yang reluctantly let go, lightly coughing and awkwardly sitting back.

«Hmph,» Ye Xian'er snorted softly, pulling her hand back into her sleeve, biting her red lips, looking both angry and shy, turning her back to him.

The atmosphere became awkward and slightly ambiguous, a faint sense of intimacy filling the carriage.

At this moment, even the air seemed to quiet down.

After a while.

«Uh, the size isn't right.»

Wei Yang awkwardly scratched his nose, «When we get back, I'll teach you how to cultivate. Once you cultivate Dou Qi, you can use Dou Qi to control the storage ring. After refining the ring, you can adjust its size slightly.»

Ye Xian'er's slightly chubby cheeks were red, puffed up like buns. She gave him a sideways glance, pouting, not responding.

Wei Yang, feeling awkward, could only laugh and started studying the combat techniques and cultivation methods.

Mu Snake did have some valuable items: three Profound Level Low-Grade techniques and one Yellow Level High-Grade technique 'Gale Thrust', though unfortunately, they were all wind-attribute.

Wei Yang wasn't unable to cultivate them, but since the attributes were different, they couldn't fully exert the combat techniques' power.

He could only use the techniques and Wind Blade Dance for reference.

However, the movement technique 'Phoenix Soar' was worth learning. Using fire-attribute Dou Qi could likely exert seventy to eighty percent of its power.

Almost a quasi-Profound Level effect.

The Yellow Level High-Grade combat skill 'Gale Thrust' was also good, usable with a spear, sword, or even fingers.

Wei Yang decided to learn it, using his fingers, adding another technique to his repertoire.

Immediately, he delved into studying.

After a while.

Ye Xian'er secretly glanced at him, seeing him seriously reading, she sighed lightly, then moved her gaze away again.

After another while.

«Hey,» Ye Xian'er called out.

«What?» Wei Yang looked up from the scroll.

«Didn't you say you'd teach me how to cultivate?» Ye Xian'er pouted.

«Yes, I said I'd teach you when we get back,» Wei Yang nodded.

«I want to learn now,» Ye Xian'er said, a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

«Oh, okay.» Wei Yang was momentarily stunned, then understanding dawned on him, and he quickly agreed.

He put down the scroll and sat beside Ye Xian'er, eager to help.

«You, no acting lecherous or bullying me,» Ye Xian'er glared at him.

«I won't,» Wei Yang denied, pretending innocence.

«Hmph,» Ye Xian'er huffed.

«Early cultivation focuses on Dou Qi… this stage strengthens the body, laying the foundation…» Wei Yang explained in detail.

Ye Xian'er listened intently, her face serious, occasionally asking questions, which Wei Yang answered thoroughly.

However, as he spoke, he couldn't help but get distracted. With the beautiful girl next to him, her fragrance filling his nose.

Wei Yang glanced at Ye Xian'er's serious expression, inching closer cautiously, observing her reaction from the corner of his eye.

Ye Xian'er only bit her red lips lightly, showing no reaction.

Wei Yang, encouraged, moved closer, his arm gently touching hers through the fabric.

Ye Xian'er's body trembled slightly, her face turned red, but she said nothing.

Wei Yang, seeing this, didn't hesitate, his arm gradually wrapped around her slender waist.

Ye Xian'er's body trembled again, but still no reaction, just a redder face.

Wei Yang, emboldened, tightened his grip slightly, Ye Xian'er's shoulder leaning against his chest.

With her soft body in his arms, her fragrant hair filling his senses, Wei Yang felt a surge of joy.

Of course, he had no intention of doing anything improper to Ye Xian'er, just enjoying the moment.

After all, Ye Xian'er was still young.

Feelings should be cultivated from a young age.

«You're bullying me again,» Ye Xian'er whispered, almost inaudibly.

Wei Yang looked down, unable to see her expression, only a flushed side face and delicate pink ear.

«I'm just hugging, I promise to behave,» Wei Yang gently defended himself.

«I don't believe you,» Ye Xian'er huffed softly.

(The chapter ends here.)