I Want Your Younger Sister

Everything had happened too quickly. By the time the remaining two guards reacted, Yang Ming's clash had already ended. The two cried out in alarm and hurriedly attacked. One drew his bow and fired arrows to provide cover, while the other sprinted forward, intending to retrieve the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor.

"Captain!" x2

Yang Ming watched the arrow streaking toward his heart and casually swept the Atlas Spear in his hand sideways. The spear's edge cleanly split the arrow in two from tip to tail, whereupon it turned into Soul Power and dispersed into the air.

The Long Bow Soul Elder was startled to see Yang Ming so easily cleave his soul skill arrow in half.

However, as Yang Ming swept out with his spear and the dust cleared from the field, Zhu Zhuyun—who had been keeping part of her attention on him—noticed that there were no Spirit Rings beneath his feet. Her heart shook violently.

Zhu Zhuyun, who had been "toying with" her younger sister in the distance, stopped and retreated upon seeing this. Zhu Zhuqing finally got a chance to catch her breath. Her earlier waist injury had affected her too severely. If Zhu Zhuyun had been even a little more serious, or if the fight had dragged on any longer, she would not have been able to hold on!

Zhu Zhuyun was far more knowledgeable than her guards. One exceptionally gifted Old Grand-Uncle of the Zhu Family could achieve "Martial Soul manifested, Spirit Rings concealed." It was a sign of incredibly high control over one's Martial Soul.

Zhu Zhuqing also looked toward Yang Ming. When she saw that there truly were no Spirit Rings beneath his feet, her large eyes widened even further.

That was right! Yang Ming had indeed hidden his Spirit Rings. Since he had absorbed Spirit Rings beyond his level far too many times, his Spirit Ring configuration was yellow, purple, black. He had therefore specifically studied how to conceal them.

After experiencing Spirit Ring absorption, Yang Ming had discovered that it seemed to depend on just two factors: the speed at which one's Martial Soul refined the Spirit Ring, and the strength of one's body. The so-called Spirit Ring age limit applied to most Soul Masters, but it was far too broad and crude.

Yang Ming's Spirit Ring refinement speed far surpassed those of the same rank because his Martial Soul itself was strong enough, and because the hidden power within the Atlas Spear protected its master.

As for physical strength, Yang Ming had heard from his Grandfather that even the body-tempering methods used by those brutes from the Clear Sky Sect were primitive. They simply pushed the body to its limit, then allowed it to recover. That method had its limitations. It could grant strength, defense, and other specific physical advantages, but it left certain weaknesses insufficiently trained—for example, the Meridians. It could not offer Soul Masters much help in absorbing Spirit Rings. Otherwise, everyone in the Clear Sky Sect would have long since been absorbing Spirit Rings beyond their levels.

But Yang Ming was different. He also had the internal body-tempering art, Absolute Dominance.

Yang Ming discovered that Absolute Dominance tempered the body from the inside out. Moreover, the slower increase in Soul Power was not entirely without benefits. A slower rise meant taking longer to reach a Soul Power bottleneck, which also gave Yang Ming more time to cultivate his vital energy and blood through Absolute Dominance—in other words, more time to temper his body. With internal and external cultivation combined, Yang Ming's physical strength improved far faster than his Soul Power. It was just rather costly in money and medicinal herbs. This was also an important reason why his second and third Spirit Rings had surpassed their limits by so much.

"Stop!"

Zhu Zhuyun reacted swiftly and immediately ordered her subordinates to halt.

Although Zhu Zhuyun had not recognized what Martial Soul Yang Ming's transparent, ethereal Atlas Spear was, she could see that, at such a young age, he possessed such extraordinary control over his Martial Soul and had instantly defeated her trusted squad captain beyond his level. Such a supreme genius must have come from a top Soul Master faction. Whether it was Spirit Hall or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, someone like him would surely have powerful protectors nearby. They could not continue fighting!

But then, Zhu Zhuyun had another thought. Her plan seemed as though it could be carried out even more smoothly.

Then Zhu Zhuyun changed expressions as easily as flipping a page. A charming, seductive smile returned to her face as she softly said to Yang Ming,

"Zhu Yun failed to recognize greatness just now and offended you. I hope Young Master can forgive me?"

Seeing Zhu Zhuyun change her demeanor so effortlessly, Yang Ming could not help but admire the children of influential families. They really knew when to bend and when to stand tall! With that, Yang Ming withdrew the Atlas Spear and calmly said to Zhu Zhuyun,

"Zhu Family Eldest Miss, you flatter me. But today, I truly do not intend to forgive you so easily!"

Hearing the implication in Yang Ming's words, Zhu Zhuyun felt puzzled. It was somewhat different from what she had expected, but there was still room to negotiate. She put on a pitiful expression and asked,

"Then what does Young Master wish Zhu Yun to do?"

Yang Ming pointed at Zhu Zhuqing and calmly said something remarkably outrageous for someone his age.

"I want your younger sister."

Both Zhu sisters were stunned by Yang Ming's predatory words. Once Zhu Zhuqing recovered, a faint flush rose to her bloodless face from excessive blood loss. She spat lightly.

"Shameless lecher!"

Although Zhu Zhuyun had been somewhat stunned at first, once she regained her senses, she realized that Zhu Zhuqing following this young man might not be a bad option. At the very least, it was better than her sister going to find that coward. Still, she had to test this young man's determination.

Zhu Zhuyun's expression turned cold. She stared solemnly at the masked youth wearing a ghost face and sternly said,

"Does Young Master know what he is saying? My younger sister has been appointed by the Star Luo Emperor as the future Third Prince Consort. Is Young Master's statement not a little too disrespectful toward our Star Luo?"

Hearing Zhu Zhuyun mention the Star Luo Empire, Yang Ming's tone remained unchanged, still as calm as ever, as he casually replied,

"Am I not wearing a mask? Is that not enough respect for Star Luo?"

Zhu Zhuyun and her guards: "..."

Hearing such an arrogant answer from the youth opposite her, Zhu Zhuyun was genuinely angered. Her face twisted with fury, her teeth gritted as she asked the final question word by word.

"What if I refuse to hand her over?!!"

Seeing Zhu Family Eldest Miss looking ready to explode, Yang Ming raised the Atlas Spear in his hand and pointed it directly at Zhu Zhuyun. His tone finally grew somewhat serious.

"Then I'll defeat all of you and take her away!"

Hearing the Ghost-Faced Man so resolutely insist on taking her away, Zhu Zhuqing fell into a daze. Although she felt that this person did not have good intentions either, why did her heart feel a little warm?

Zhu Zhuyun, meanwhile, was so angry that she laughed. Yet Yang Ming could not tell whether it was just his imagination, but he felt there was genuine anger in Zhu Zhuyun's smile, along with a trace of delight mixed within it. Then Zhu Zhuyun coldly said,

"Heh heh~"

"Good! Very good!!!"

"Then I'll entrust my younger sister to Young Master's care!"

After saying this to Yang Ming, Zhu Zhuyun turned and sprinted toward the Star Luo Empire, not even bothering with her guards. Seeing that their Eldest Miss had been "angered" into leaving, the two remaining conscious guards knew they were no match for the Ghost-Faced Man. Without saying a word, they hurriedly carried their captain on their backs and chased after their Eldest Miss.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuyun and the others had truly withdrawn, Yang Ming turned to look at the other "eldest" miss of the Zhu Family present, Zhu Zhuqing.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw that Zhu Zhuyun had truly left, she initially breathed a sigh of relief. But when she saw the Ghost-Faced Man looking at her, the heart she had just relaxed immediately tightened again. She had just escaped the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair! Zhu Zhuqing lamented her miserable fate inwardly.

Zhu Zhuqing had originally wanted to flee directly, but the wound at her waist had been bleeding heavily ever since she was injured. The moment she exerted force with her legs, a wave of weakness washed over her. She lost her footing and fell headfirst to the ground.

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