The appearance of Qian Daoliu made Ning Fengzhi feel even more fortunate that he had chosen to side with Yun Ming and abandon the ranks of the Upper Three Sects.
Judging by the increasingly tense situation on the continent, the conflict between Martial Soul Hall and the Two Great Empires was bound to intensify. If their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had still stood on the side of the empires, they would have likely been doomed.
With Tang Chen suspected to be dead, the Title Douluo of the Upper Three Sects combined were likely no match for Qian Daoliu alone. With power imbalanced to such a degree, the fact that Martial Soul Hall was still willing to follow the rules suggested they were plotting something significant. Under these circumstances, opposing Martial Soul Hall was far too dangerous.
Ning Fengzhi now truly thanked Yun Ming; by enjoying the benefits of a soft life, he had led his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect toward a path of survival.
Glancing at Chen Xin, whose Sword Intent was soaring into the clouds, Ning Fengzhi knew the reason and spoke up to comfort him.
"Sword Uncle, are you alright?"
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's question and seeing the slight worry on his face, Chen Xin shook his head and replied.
"Don't worry, Fengzhi, I'm fine."
"I am just a little excited."
Although Chen Xin's father had been defeated and killed by Qian Daoliu back in the day, Chen Xin did not feel much sorrow over it. His father had fallen to a superior Sword Dao, and he felt no regret; naturally, he would not use hatred to tarnish his father's Sword Dao.
Seeing that Chen Xin was fine, Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention to the ongoing Finals.
A few days later, early morning, at Ya Li's residence in Martial Soul City.
Yun Ming was cultivating Absolute Dominance. His Soul Power, blood energy, and Spiritual Power were constantly strengthening as they blended and transformed, having reached their current limit.
After an unknown amount of time, a silent shattering sound echoed in Yun Ming's heart. The invisible shackles broke, and Yun Ming's Soul Power, blood energy, and Spiritual Power began to surge violently once more, only calming down after a long while.
Yun Ming opened his eyes, felt the blood energy surging like a river within his body and his increased Soul Power, and a smile appeared on his face. He had successfully broken through to Level 59, one step closer to his prime and one step closer to finding his next companion.
Yun Ming stood up, walked out of the room, and arrived in the courtyard.
What met his eyes was a dreamlike, ethereal landscape painting. In the painting, the young girl wore a simple, elegant long dress, the hem swaying gently and reflecting the soft petals of the flowering tree. Her hair fluttered in the breeze, and a delicate fragrance drifted through the air. She had her eyes slightly closed and her head tilted, as if conversing with the tree, feeling the warm sunlight filtering through the petals.
The young girl was naturally Ya Li.
Seeing such a world-class masterpiece of an "Angel among the flowering trees," Yun Ming subconsciously revealed a warm smile.
As if hearing the sound behind her, Ya Li turned around. Seeing the fiery love in Yun Ming's eyes, she asked softly with a hint of shyness.
"Is it beautiful?"
Yun Ming nodded firmly and affirmed.
"Beautiful, the kind of beautiful that I could never get tired of looking at for a lifetime!"
Hearing her lover's direct words of affection as always, Ya Li felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey and smiled lightly.
"A lifetime is very long, you must watch carefully."
Yun Ming smiled in response.
"Of course."
Afterward, Yun Ming accompanied Ya Li to admire the flowers. Ya Li watched the flowers, while Yun Ming mainly watched her. The two did not disturb each other, each appreciating beautiful things until they heard a commotion from outside.
Ya Li looked up in the direction of the sound, puzzled about what kind of event could be happening. Martial Soul City was always quiet, and there wouldn't be such a spectacle unless it was a major event. Most importantly, Ya Li's residence was located in the core of Martial Soul Hall; those who could live here were at least at the elder level, so news from the outside world rarely disturbed this place.
Yun Ming had the same confusion, but the next moment he remembered: the Soul Master Competition Finals were currently being held in Martial Soul City!
He had been wondering what he had forgotten over the past few days; he had almost forgotten his original purpose! Thinking of this, Yun Ming looked at Ya Li, who was deep in thought, and sighed inwardly, In the end, I, Yun, lack willpower and cannot resist the temptation of an angel.
Ya Li did not know that Yun Ming was shifting the blame onto her; she was still silently recalling what it could be, feeling that she should have known.
Yun Ming calculated the date; according to the schedule, today should be the day of the final battle. He then turned to look at the adorable Ya Li and, without letting her continue guessing, informed her directly.
"It is the final battle of the Finals."
Upon being reminded by Yun Ming, Ya Li also realized what was happening and exclaimed, saying to Yun Ming.
"Then why aren't you hurrying over? Aren't you the captain?"
As she spoke, she reached out to pull Yun Ming toward the door.
Yun Ming looked at Ya Li's anxious appearance and the corners of his mouth curled up. Clearly, she was a goddess figure in the outside world—intellectual, tolerant, graceful as jade, and like an angel descended—so why was she always a bit of a natural airhead and a little woman in front of him?
However, it was quite nice, and Yun Ming liked it very much. This contrast might be one of the reasons why Yun Ming could not get enough of Ya Li!
Watching Ya Li pulling him along as she ran, Yun Ming stepped forward, lowered his waist, and scooped Ya Li up in a princess carry.
Ya Li spoke up.
"What are you doing?"
Yun Ming looked down at Ya Li's large, puzzled eyes and said.
"Saint Spirit, you should rest! Leave the traveling to me."
Ya Li understood what Yun Ming meant, slapped him in annoyance, and turned her head away.
This man actually disliked that she was slow at traveling. Although she didn't care for combat and her physical training was only the most basic—not even matching Ning Rongrong's training volume—and she indeed didn't run fast, if she used her martial soul, she would be faster than Yun Ming in terms of pure speed. It was all because this man was dragging her down.
Yun Ming looked at the slightly angry Ya Li and found her very cute, so he couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek. Ya Li's rhythm of anger was broken; she turned back to glare at Yun Ming with her large eyes, feeling shy and annoyed, but she couldn't stay angry anymore.
Ignoring Ya Li's eye attack, Yun Ming locked onto the Pope Palace Front Square, summoned the Atlas Divine Spear, and his second and first spirit rings lit up beneath his feet.
Yun Ming's second soul skill, Sky Support Mark, was activated, and a pure white mark appeared on the hands of both Yun Ming and Ya Li.
Yun Ming's first soul skill, Source of Void, derivative skill, Space Rending, was activated.
Under the control of Yun Ming's spatial power, the tip of the Atlas Divine Spear sliced through the void and vanished into space.
The derivative technique of the First Soul Skill, Source of Void, known as Teleportation Technique, was activated.
Once Yun Ming sensed that the Atlas Divine Spear had reached its destination, the Atlas Divine Mark on his hand lit up, generating countless brilliant silver spatial patterns that enveloped the two of them. A few seconds later, the silver light flared brightly, and they both disappeared.
On the other side, at the Pope Palace Front Square, Oscar looked around, feeling a bit uneasy when he realized he still couldn't see that familiar figure.
Didn't Sect Leader Ning say that the matters at home were resolved? Why hasn't he arrived yet? I hope nothing else went wrong.
Living up to Yun Ming's expectations, the Empire Team he had trained swept aside every powerful opponent in this tournament except for the Martial Soul Hall Academy, remaining unstoppable as they smoothly advanced to the final round.
Today was the final battle against the Martial Soul Hall Academy, which would determine the ultimate champion.
Feng Xiaotian, Yang Yi, and the others felt a sense of disappointment when they saw that Yun Ming had not arrived. Although they lacked the formal title of teacher and student, Yun Ming had taught them for over a year, and they truly hoped he could witness their final battle of this journey.
However, even as they were about to take the stage, they still had not caught a glimpse of Yun Ming.
Dugu Yan scanned the area one last time, and upon confirming he was truly not there, she spoke up.
"Let's take the stage! Let's secure the victory."
"Even if Yun Ming isn't here, he will be happy for us."
Hearing this, the group exchanged glances, seeing the desire for victory in each other's eyes, and finally cheered themselves on.
"Let's go!" X7, they prepared to take the stage.
But just at that moment, the space in front of them tore open, and a familiar long spear pierced through the void, appearing right before their eyes.
--
───────────────
Translated by: randomtranslator.com
Proofread by: DaoistReader