Chapter 15: Harvest

"Impressive power."

Looking down at his own palm, he grinned.

The experiment with the power of the Fierce Lion's Roar this time had yielded surprisingly satisfactory results. A high-level profound fighting technique, combined with its complementary cultivation method. He might have only unleashed one-tenth of the true power of the Fierce Lion's Roar, yet it was already this terrifying.

Wei Yang stepped forward, bent down to pick up a ring from the messy ground. It was Mu She's ring. A large, cracked sword lay askew not far away. And the leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group was nowhere to be found, reduced to mere bones.

"This is the feeling."

Wei Yang slightly closed his eyes, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. This overwhelming sense of crushing enemies intoxicated him. This was the right way to approach it. Overwhelming with absolute strength, dominating directly like a dragon riding on your face, leaving enemies in ashes. A high-level crushing game.

Surpassing levels? Surpassing levels was impossible, never possible. He only wanted to be surpassed, not to surpass others. Only enemies that were crushed were good enemies. Fighting a losing battle was too exhausting; how easy it was to have a crushing victory 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 cunningly hid away."

"Forget it, just a small character."

Wei Yang couldn't be bothered to search. At most, he was just an eight or nine-star fighter. Tossing the ring in his hand, Wei Yang turned and left.

...

The carriage left Qingshan Town.

Inside the carriage.

"Young master, are you alright?" Ye Xian'er looked at Wei Yang with beautiful eyes, somewhat worried.

Wei Yang waved his hand nonchalantly, casually saying, "Alright, it was an easy win, nothing happened."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xian'er gently covered her small, rosy mouth with her jade hand, her pretty face full of shock. The renowned Wolf Head Mercenary Group, crushed easily? Looking at the young man in front of her, who wasn't much older than herself, a slight gleam appeared in Ye Xian'er's beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, Wei Yang felt a stir in his heart, winking at her, taking the chance, "With me here, whoever dares to bully you, I'll beat them up."

Ye Xian'er instantly blushed and lowered her head, her rosy lips slightly pursing. Her heart felt sweet as she picked up a teapot to pour him some water, responding softly, "Mm."

She then glanced towards the direction of Qingshan Town, curiously asking, "What about them?"

"Pretty much wiped out by me, just left a second-in-command named Gan Mu, didn't see him." Wei Yang took a sip of tea, shrugging, "Just a small character, I was too lazy to look for him."

Wei Yang took out a ring from his pocket, infusing his soul power into it. Since Mu She was dead, the residual soul imprint inside could not resist and was easily broken through by Wei Yang's powerful soul force. Inside was a space about five square meters. Wei Yang searched inside with his soul power and after a moment pulled out a few books and scrolls.

Low-level profound combat skill, Wind Blade Dance. Low-level profound movement skill, Phoenix Soar. Low-level profound cultivation method, Dance of the Wind. High-level yellow-rank combat skill, Gale Thrust.

Inside the ring, these were what slightly piqued Wei Yang's interest. There were also quite a few gold coins, magic cores, herbs, and miscellaneous items, but they didn't interest him much either, so he didn't bother to look carefully and directly handed the silver-white storage ring to Ye Xian'er. "Here, this low-grade storage ring is for you."

"Ah?" Ye Xian'er was surprised as she caught the ring, then hurriedly offered it back, saying, "How can I accept this? It's too valuable."

Storage rings were extremely precious. Ye Xian'er thought about it. She felt like even if she wrapped herself up to sell, it wouldn't be worth a storage ring.

"Stop with the nonsense."

Wei Yang accepted the ring, grabbed her soft hand. It was smooth and tender, cool to the touch, seemingly boneless, making it hard to let go. He couldn't help but lower his head to observe. Fair, delicate, slender, a hint of pink at the fingertips, extraordinarily beautiful.

Ye Xian'er froze.

Being held by Wei Yang, the temperature from his palm made Ye Xian'er's delicate body tremble, instantly painting her face with a flush of red. Especially since this annoying guy was staring straight at her hand, his fiery gaze seemed to burn her skin, making her entire body weak.

Ye Xian'er's beautiful eyes were misty, her breathing accelerated, her small mouth opened to pant softly, her slightly inflated chest heaving quickly. She gently tried to pull her hand back, but lacked the strength to do so. In extreme shyness, she turned her face aside.

Such a scene made Wei Yang's throat dry. He took a deep breath, slipping the ring onto Ye Xian'er's right hand's ring finger.

"Is it done?" A voice as quiet as a mosquito sounded.

Wei Yang lifted his head, seeing a face beautiful with the possibility of either joy or anger, the beautiful eyes holding a hint of bashfulness and annoyance.

"Ahem." Wei Yang reluctantly let go, lightly coughing as he awkwardly sat back.

"Hmph." Ye Xian'er huffed lightly, retracting her hand, hiding it in her sleeve, her teeth lightly biting her lips, seemingly angry yet not, turning her back to him.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward and enchanting, with a hint of ambiguity lingering in the carriage. Just then, it seemed even the air suddenly quieted down.

After a moment.

"Ahem, about the size, it seems a bit off."

Wei Yang awkwardly touched his nose, saying, "When we get back, I'll teach you cultivation. Once you cultivate Dou Qi, you can use it to operate the storage ring. After refining the ring, you can adjust the ring's size slightly as you wish."

Ye Xian'er, her cheeks still carrying a touch of baby fat, red and slightly puffed like buns, gave him a side-eye with pursed lips, not speaking.

Wei Yang, left to find an excuse himself after causing a scene, chuckled awkwardly, blaming himself for being too hasty, inadvertently offending the lady, so he casually picked up the techniques and combat skills to study.

Mu She still had some valuable possessions: three low-level profound rank techniques and combat skills, and one high-level yellow-rank combat skill, "Gale Thrust." Unfortunately, they were all wind attributes.

It wasn't that Wei Yang couldn't cultivate them, but due to the different attributes, he certainly wouldn't be able to unleash the full potential of the combat skills. The technique and the Wind Blade Dance were passable at best, useful for reference.

However, the movement skill, Phoenix Soar, could be learned. Using fire attribute Dou Qi, it could unleash seven to eight-tenths of the movement skill's power. It would essentially have the effect of a semi-profound rank.

The high-level yellow rank combat skill "Gale Thrust" was also useful, which could be used with a spear, sword, or finger.

After learning it, Wei Yang could also use his finger to perform it, adding another technique to his arsenal. He started to study it eagerly.

Watching him engrossed in the text, Ye Xian'er stole a glance at him, then huffed slightly annoyed and looked away again.

After another moment.

"Hey." Ye Xian'er called out lightly in a slightly annoyed tone.

"What?" Wei Yang lifted his eyes from the scroll, looking at her.

"Didn't you say you'd teach me cultivation?" Ye Xian'er feigned annoyance, side-eying him.

"Yes, I said I'd teach you once we got back," Wei Yang nodded.

"I want to learn now." Ye Xian'er stated.

In her voice, there was a hint of a spoiled tone.

"Oh, alright." Wei Yang was taken aback, seemingly realizing something, nodding quickly.

He put down the scroll eagerly, moving to sit beside Ye Xian'er.

"You better not act perverted, or bully me." Ye Xian'er glared at him.

"How could I." Wei Yang claimed innocence, denying to the end.

"Hmph." Ye Xian'er snorted softly.

"In the early stages of cultivation, one trains their Dou Qi... At this stage, the focus is on strengthening the body and laying a foundation..." Wei Yang explained meticulously.

Ye Xian'er's little face was full of serious attentiveness, occasionally asking questions, which Wei Yang answered thoroughly.

Yet, as he spoke, he began losing focus, with the lady by his side, a pleasant fragrance lingered by his nose. Wei Yang glanced at the seriously listening Ye Xian'er, trying to casually edge closer to her.

Then he sneakily observed her reaction.

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

Wei Yang perked up, carefully closing the distance between them until they were side by side.

Their arms touched through the fabric, and Ye Xian'er's body shivered slightly, her head lowering without a word.

Wei Yang picked up his teacup with one hand, sipped some water, and continued speaking.

His left hand sneakily drifted, eventually landing gently on her slim waist.

Ye Xian'er's body shivered again but didn't react; her face only grew redder.

Seeing this, Wei Yang became bolder, slightly exerting force, causing her shoulder to lean against his embrace. Holding her soft body, with her fragrant hair under his nose, Wei Yang was inwardly overjoyed.

Of course, he wasn't planning to do anything to Ye Xian'er, just to hold her simply.

After all, Ye Xian'er was still young.

Feelings should be nurtured from a young age.

"You're bullying me again." Ye Xian'er murmured softly, almost inaudibly.

Wei Yang looked down, only able to see half of a red, blushing face, with delicate pink ear tips.

"No, I'm just holding you, doing nothing else," Wei Yang softly defended.

"I don't believe you," Ye Xian'er lightly snorted.