Harvest

Wei Yang stood in a hall that was a complete mess—ruined and on the verge of collapse.

"Not bad power."

He looked down at his palm and grinned.

This test of Mad Lion's Roar had produced results that pleasantly surprised him.

A Profound Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, paired with its matching cultivation art.

He might have only unleashed one-tenth of Mad Lion's Roar's true power, yet it was already this terrifying.

Wei Yang stepped forward and bent down to pick up a ring from the wreckage-strewn floor.

It was Mu She's ring.

A broadsword covered in cracks was stuck crookedly into the ground nearby.

As for the Wolf Head Mercenary Group's leader, not even bones remained.

"This is the feeling."

Wei Yang half-closed his eyes, a pleased smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

The overwhelming feeling of crushing an enemy utterly fascinated him.

This was the right way to do things.

Overwhelm them with absolute strength, charge straight at their faces, and reduce them to ashes.

A high-end steamroll.

Fighting above his level?

Impossible. He would never fight above his level. He only wanted others to challenge above theirs, not to be the one doing it.

Only enemies who got crushed were good enemies.

Fighting uphill battles was exhausting. How easy were one-sided stomps like this?

"The Wolf Head Mercenary Group seems to have had a second-in-command. Gan Mu, was it?"

"Didn't see him. Either he wasn't here, or he hid when he saw things going south."

"Forget it. He's just a minor character."

Wei Yang could not be bothered to look for him. At most, he was only an eight- or nine-star Dou Zhe.

He tossed the ring in his hand, then turned and left.

The carriage left Green Mountain Town.

Inside the carriage.

"Young Master, are you all right?" Ye Xian'er asked worriedly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wei Yang.

Wei Yang waved dismissively. "I'm fine. It was an easy steamroll. What could possibly happen?"

Ye Xian'er gently covered her rosy lips with her jade hand, her pretty face filled with shock.

The famous Wolf Head Mercenary Group had been easily crushed?

Looking at the young man before her, who was only a few years older than herself, a strange light flickered in Ye Xian'er's beautiful eyes.

Wei Yang's heart stirred at the sight. He winked at her and pressed his advantage. "With me here, whoever dares bully you, I'll beat them up."

Ye Xian'er immediately lowered her flushed face. Her rosy lips pressed together slightly, sweetness filling her heart. She picked up the teapot and poured him some water, softly answering, "Mm."

Then, she looked toward Green Mountain Town and asked curiously, "What happened to them?"

"I wiped out most of them. Only the second-in-command, Gan Mu, was left. I didn't see him." Wei Yang took a sip of tea and shrugged. "He's just a minor character. I couldn't be bothered to search for him."

Wei Yang took a ring from his robe. His Soul Power entered it, and since Mu She was dead, the remaining Soul Imprint inside naturally could not stop him. It was effortlessly broken through by Wei Yang's powerful Soul Power.

Inside was a space of roughly five square meters. Wei Yang searched it with his Soul Power, then took out several books and scrolls a moment later.

Profound Tier Low-Grade Dou Technique, Wind Blade Dance.

Profound Tier Low-Grade movement technique, Phoenix Soaring Steps.

Profound Tier Low-Grade cultivation art, Wind Dance Art.

Yellow Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, Gale Stab.

These were the only things in the Storage Ring that interested Wei Yang even slightly.

There were also quite a few Gold Coins, Magic Cores, medicinal herbs, and miscellaneous items, but they did not interest him much. Too lazy to inspect them carefully, he directly tossed the silver-white Storage Ring to Ye Xian'er. "Here. This low-grade Storage Ring is for you."

"Ah?" Ye Xian'er caught the Storage Ring in surprise, then hurriedly held it back out. "How can I accept this? It's far too valuable."

A Storage Ring was simply too precious.

Ye Xian'er thought about it.

She felt that even if she packaged herself up and sold herself by the pound, she would not be worth a single Storage Ring.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wei Yang took back the ring and grabbed her jade hand. It was soft, smooth, warm with a faint coolness, bonelessly delicate, making it hard to let go.

He could not help lowering his head to examine it.

Fair, delicate, slender; her fingertips and nails held a faint blush of pink, exceptionally beautiful.

Ye Xian'er froze.

As Wei Yang held her slender hand, the warmth from his palm made her delicate body tremble. A layer of rosy red instantly spread across her face.

Especially since this hateful fellow was staring so openly at her hand. His burning gaze seemed as though it would scorch the skin on the back of her hand, leaving her whole body weak.

A mist covered Ye Xian'er's beautiful eyes, and her breathing grew slightly hurried. Her small mouth parted as she panted, her modestly swelling chest rising and falling rapidly.

She lightly tried to pull her hand away, but lacked the strength to free herself. Shame flooded her heart, and she could only turn her face aside.

That sight made Wei Yang's throat feel a little dry as well. He took a quiet breath and slipped the ring onto the slender ring finger of Ye Xian'er's right hand.

After trying it on, he found that the size was not quite right. It was somewhat loose.

"Are you done?" a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum drifted over.

Wei Yang looked up and saw an enchanting face, her beautiful eyes carrying a trace of embarrassed annoyance.

"Cough." Reluctantly, Wei Yang released her hand, coughed lightly, and awkwardly sat back down.

"Hmph." Ye Xian'er gave a soft snort, pulled back her hand, and hid it in her sleeve as she held it. Her pearly teeth lightly bit her red lips, and her expression seemed both offended and annoyed. She turned away, presenting him with the back of her head.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward and tender, with a faint air of intimacy spreading through the carriage.

At that moment, even the air seemed to suddenly fall silent.

A moment later.

"Cough, well, the size is a little off."

Wei Yang awkwardly rubbed his nose. "When we get back, I'll teach you how to cultivate. Once you cultivate Dou Qi, you can use Dou Qi to operate the Storage Ring. After refining it, you'll be able to adjust the ring's size slightly as you wish."

Ye Xian'er's cheeks, still carrying a bit of baby fat, were red and puffed out like little buns. She shot him a sidelong glare, pouted, and ignored him.

Having made things awkward for himself, Wei Yang could only smile sheepishly. He blamed himself for being too impatient and upsetting the beauty, then casually picked up the cultivation arts and Dou Techniques to study them.

Mu She had some decent things. Three Profound Tier Low-Grade cultivation arts and Dou Techniques, along with a Yellow Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, Gale Stab. Unfortunately, they were all wind-attributed.

It was not that Wei Yang could not cultivate them, but with mismatched attributes, he definitely would not be able to bring out the full power of the Dou Techniques.

He could forget about the cultivation art and Wind Blade Dance. At most, he would use them as references.

However, the movement Dou Technique, Phoenix Soaring Steps, was worth learning. Used with Fire-attribute Dou Qi, it could probably display seventy to eighty percent of its power.

It was roughly equivalent to a quasi-Profound Tier technique.

The Yellow Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, Gale Stab, was not bad either. It could be used with a spear, a sword, or even fingers.

After learning it, Wei Yang could use it with his fingers, giving himself another means of attack.

He immediately began studying them with great interest.

And so, some time passed.

Ye Xian'er secretly glanced sideways. Seeing him seriously reading, she quietly drew a breath before shifting her gaze away again with a hint of irritation.

After a while longer.

"Hey." Ye Xian'er called out with some displeasure.

"What?" Wei Yang lifted his gaze from the scroll and looked at her.

"Didn't you say you were going to teach me how to cultivate?" Ye Xian'er shot him a coquettish glare.

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

"I want to learn now," Ye Xian'er said.

There seemed to be a hint of coquettish pleading in her voice.

"Oh, all right." Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, then seemed to vaguely understand something and quickly nodded in agreement.

He put down the scroll and eagerly came over to sit beside Ye Xian'er.

"You—you're not allowed to act like a hooligan, and you're not allowed to bully me." Ye Xian'er glared at him.

"When have I?" Wei Yang protested, refusing to admit anything even if beaten to death.

"Hmph." Ye Xian'er gave another coquettish snort.

"In the early stages of a Dou Zhe's cultivation, what one cultivates is Dou Qi... At this stage, the focus is on strengthening the body and laying a foundation..." Wei Yang explained carefully.

Ye Xian'er listened with a serious expression, occasionally raising questions that Wei Yang answered in detail.

But as he spoke, he gradually became less proper. With the beauty beside him, her pleasant fragrance lingered around his nose.

Wei Yang glanced at Ye Xian'er, who was listening attentively, then cautiously shifted closer to her.

Then he secretly observed her reaction from the corner of his eye.

Ye Xian'er merely bit her red lip lightly and did not react.

Wei Yang was immediately encouraged. He carefully shifted again, casually pressing closer to her delicate body.

Their arms touched through their clothes. Ye Xian'er's body trembled, and she lowered her flushed face without making a sound.

Wei Yang picked up his teacup with his other hand and took a sip, continuing his explanation.

Yet his left hand quietly moved as though by accident, eventually lightly wrapping around her slender waist.

Ye Xian'er's body trembled again. She still did not react, though her face grew even redder.

Seeing this, Wei Yang did not hold back. With a slight exertion of his arm, Ye Xian'er's shoulder leaned into his embrace.

Her soft, delicate body was in his arms, and the pleasant fragrance of her hair filled his nose. Wei Yang could barely contain the joy in his heart.

Of course, he was not thinking of doing anything to Ye Xian'er right now. He simply wanted to hold her.

After all, Ye Xian'er was still young.

Feelings had to be nurtured from an early age.

"You're bullying me again." Ye Xian'er's nearly inaudible voice slowly drifted over as she lowered her head.

Wei Yang looked down, but he could not see her expression. He could only see her crimson cheek in profile and her delicate pink ear.

"I'm not. I'm just hugging you. I promise I won't do anything else," Wei Yang softly argued.

"I don't believe you." Ye Xian'er gave a soft snort.