Master and Disciple Plotting

At the mountainside of Black Beard Mountain, Ye Zhen's face had turned crimson. Vein after vein bulged across his forehead, and his entire head looked swollen, every blood vessel standing out with such clarity that it seemed ready to burst at any moment.

Not only that, but the hands Ye Zhen had pressed against Hou Ba's skull were trembling uncontrollably, as if they might slip away at any moment.

It was Ye Zhen's first time using the Soul Searching Technique, and he had underestimated its backlash—especially when Hou Ba's spiritual cultivation was stronger than his own.

From childhood to adulthood, the memories and information a martial artist accumulated through life and cultivation were unimaginably vast. Now, all that enormous flood of information had to pass through Ye Zhen's soul, and the pressure was easy to imagine.

That overwhelming torrent of information was nearly bursting Ye Zhen's soul sea apart. Though Ye Zhen used his Soul Power to continuously disperse the useless memories he had already identified, its speed was still far inferior to the speed at which the vast memories surged into his mind.

A quarter of an hour had already passed, yet it still was not over.

But Ye Zhen did not want to give up halfway through. Perhaps the information he missed would be exactly what he needed.

So Ye Zhen clung on for dear life.

Bang!

A hundred breaths later, a sharp explosion rang out as the suction between Hou Ba's skull and Ye Zhen's palm suddenly broke. Hou Ba's body collapsed limply to the ground like a noodle, dead or alive unknown.

The surging spiritual fluctuations gradually returned to Ye Zhen's body.

The soul search was complete!

Ye Zhen had almost exhausted every ounce of strength in his body. Only by driving his willpower to its