Fame in a Single Battle

Yang Lingtian was not affected by the idle chatter from below the stage. His expression remained calm.

He was also quite confident in his own strength.

Having refined the Divine Ape Bloodline, his physical power had already reached Qi Refining Level 9 when he was at Qi Refining Level 7.

Now that he had broken through to Qi Refining Level 8, his physical strength had reached the pinnacle of Qi Refining Level 9.

Even the purity of the Spiritual Power within his body surpassed that of an ordinary Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator.

With the two combined, his power was already infinitely close to a true Foundation Establishment Realm expert.

Even without using martial techniques, with the enhancement of his Spirit Sword, he was confident he could defeat an ordinary Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator.

But he wanted to give Lei Daben a show of force—to take advantage of his opponent's underestimation and finish him off!

A hint of a sly smile curled at the corner of Yang Lingtian's mouth as he said calmly, "Young Master Lei, you will pay the price for underestimating me."

"I suggest you take this seriously. Otherwise, if I knock you flat, it won't look good for you."

Lei Daben laughed wildly. "Hahaha, what big talk. Enough nonsense. I'll stand right here—go ahead and attack me."

Yang Lingtian said no more. He leaped up instantly and charged straight at Lei Daben with the Hundred Shadow Cold Sword.

No probing—straight to the ultimate move!

His figure shot across the sky like a bolt of lightning, racing toward Lei Daben.

His momentum was overwhelming and majestic, startling the onlookers outside the arena.

The Low-Grade Spirit Sword gleamed with a cold light, carving out brilliant streaks of Sword Qi.

Every strike was a full-powered blow driven by Yang Lingtian's own strength, and with the Hundred Shadow Cold Sword at the Perfection Realm, its power surged dramatically.

The fierce Sword Qi radiated waves of chilling intent as it shot toward Lei Daben.

Lei Daben's face changed drastically. He could feel the power of those Sword Qi strikes.

Shock filled his heart. Was this really the kind of power a Qi Refining Level 8 could unleash?

But because he had been careless just now, he could only hurriedly circulate the Spiritual Power in his body and instantly pull out his Low-grade Spirit Artifact.

Caught off guard, he had no choice but to forcibly withstand those several Sword Qi strikes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the barrage of attacks, Lei Daben was sent flying, spitting blood.

The Onlookers outside the arena were all stunned!

Unbelievable—he had knocked Lei Daben down in a single exchange?

No one could believe their eyes. They had seen little of the world and had never witnessed a Qi Refining Stage cultivator defeat a Foundation Establishment Realm one.

"How is this possible? Since when are Foundation Establishment experts this weak?"

"It's not that Foundation Establishment is weak—it's that Yang Lingtian, this Qi Refining cultivator, is too strong."

"Martial technique! It's a martial technique! Yang Lingtian is using a martial technique!" A startled cry rang out.

The entire crowd was shocked again. For someone at the Qi Refining Stage to be able to use a martial technique was a rare sight in the world.

Using a martial technique allowed one to unleash greater power from one's own cultivation—it was a method of channeling and utilizing the power within the body.

And practically no one present had ever trained in a martial technique.

Aside from the difficulty of cultivation, it was also because very few martial techniques were circulated outside.

Even Yellow-grade martial techniques were treated as treasures by powers like the Four Great Families.

Very few people at the Qi Refining Stage or even the Foundation Establishment Realm ever got access to them.

Chen Zhengqing was secretly shocked. He found himself increasingly unable to see through this adopted son of his.

He had never taught him any martial technique, yet the boy had suddenly learned one out of nowhere.

Where had he learned it?

And from what Chen Zhengqing could tell, the martial technique Yang Lingtian was using had already been cultivated to Perfection.

But he had never seen this technique before, and after only a few glances, he couldn't yet determine what grade it was.

Lei Daben, lying on the ground, was also stunned. He had actually been knocked down.

Yang Lingtian said coldly, "How about it, Young Master Lei? I haven't even used my full strength yet, and you're already down. You lose!"

Lei Daben slowly stood up, burning with rage, and said defiantly, "Hmph, I haven't lost."

"Oh? Not convinced? Was it 'I wasn't ready' and 'I didn't dodge' just now?" Yang Lingtian sneered.

"Hmph, don't get cocky. This time, I'm going all out," Lei Daben said viciously.

Then, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from Lei Daben's body. The Spiritual Power within him churned wildly, as if he was gathering his strength.

"Yang Lingtian, I'll show you my true power!" he roared.

With that, he too leaped into the air, surging Spiritual Power flooding into his Spirit Sword as he slashed fiercely at Yang Lingtian.

Yang Lingtian stood motionless in place, his face showing no trace of fear—only complete composure.

When Lei Daben's attack was about to strike Yang Lingtian, a flash of sword light suddenly gleamed in his hand.

His Spirit Sword had already unleashed a powerful Sword Qi, which collided violently with Lei Daben's attack.

A piercing sound rang through the air, as if the very space was about to be torn open.

"Hmph, then I'll play along with you!" As soon as Yang Lingtian's words fell, his figure vanished.

That's right—he had executed the Movement Technique, Flowing Cloud Wind Movement.

His speed had reached that of a true Foundation Establishment Early Stage expert, and even surpassed it.

Two figures clashed and interwove without pause!

Lei Daben wielded a spirit tool, his overall strength surging as well.

Yang Lingtian had to admit that Lei Daben was even stronger than the Foundation Establishment Realm Assassin he had encountered last time.

But that still wasn't enough—it posed no threat to him at all.

With Hundred Shadow Cold Sword and Flowing Cloud Wind Movement in play, Yang Lingtian firmly suppressed Lei Daben.

Lei Daben was beaten back step by step.

A few minutes later, with a loud bang!

Lei Daben was sent flying once again by Yang Lingtian, crashing heavily to the ground.

The entire venue was stunned once more—he had lost, truly lost!

Lei Daben, a Foundation Establishment Realm expert, had actually been defeated by someone at the Qi Refining Stage, leaving everyone utterly astounded.

Then Yang Lingtian's sword suddenly rested against Lei Daben's neck, freezing him in place.

At this moment, Lei Daben's eyes held not only anger but also a trace of fear.

"You're no match for me. Just kneel and admit your mistake like a good boy!" Yang Lingtian said in an icy tone.

Lei Daben, as the son of the Lei Family and a Foundation Establishment expert, naturally refused to kneel to someone at the Qi Refining Stage.

His tone remained arrogant: "Hmph, my father is Lei Gang. You want me to kneel? That's slapping my father in the face."

"I don't care if your father is Lei Gang or Li Gang. We agreed earlier—if you lost, you had to kneel."

Yang Lingtian's aura was oppressive, his words sharp and forceful.

"Everyone here is a witness. Are you trying to go back on your word?"

Forcing the son of the Lei Family to kneel would indeed disgrace the Lei Family's reputation and might create a grudge with them.

But so what? Yang Lingtian didn't care about that.

Under his coercion, Lei Daben had no choice but to kneel.

From then on, this incident became fodder for the Onlookers' gossip.

After kneeling, Lei Daben, too ashamed to show his face, quickly fled from the Chen Manor.

Today, he had truly taken a grudge against Yang Lingtian.

"Yang Lingtian, just you wait. It's only because you've practiced martial skills!"

"Once I go back and master my family's inherited martial skill, I'll tear you limb from limb!"

Lei Daben turned to face the Chen Manor gate and shouted viciously.

Then, amid the murmurs of the nearby Onlookers, he slunk away with his underlings toward the city outskirts.

Inside the Chen Manor, everyone's gaze toward Yang Lingtian had shifted dramatically.

All were stunned by his transformation.

They had witnessed with their own eyes how the once-ridiculed waste in everyone's eyes had become so formidable.

To defeat a Foundation Establishment Realm prodigy while still at the Qi Refining Stage completely overturned their understanding.

Yang Lingtian had made a name for himself in this battle. Once word spread, the label of "waste" that had hung over him would be cast off.

He was now vaguely regarded as the top young talent in Tianchen City.

The wedding then concluded smoothly. Though the process had some twists, they didn't cause much trouble.

The night had grown deep, and tonight was Yang Lingtian and Chen Yiyue's wedding night.

The two sat facing each other at a small round table, the atmosphere a bit awkward.

Chen Yiyue, dressed in her wedding gown, looked exceptionally alluring and captivating, stirring the imagination.

Yang Lingtian, however, wore a stern expression, inwardly pondering how to win her heart in this situation.

"Women probably like a strong hand. Should I just take the direct approach?"

But then he remembered how, back at the Weapon Workshop, Chen Yiyue had directly chopped off a troublemaker's arm—she was fierce.

"No, no. Yiyue seems aloof and reserved, like a delicate girl, but when she gets serious, she's truly ruthless."

"Still, so what if she's tough? She can't beat me in the end."

"Maybe the tougher the woman, the more she likes being conquered. After all, when a woman says no, she really means yes."

Just as Yang Lingtian's mind began to conjure up some passionate scenes, Chen Yiyue cut off his train of thought.

"Yang Lingtian, I told you—after we marry, you're not to touch me!" Chen Yiyue said with a stern face.

But a flicker of shyness and unease in her eyes didn't escape Yang Lingtian's notice.

Yang Lingtian chuckled inwardly: Looks like this little girl's still nervous about her first time in the bridal chamber!

"Fine, I won't touch you. Think I care?" Yang Lingtian curled his lip, putting on a nonchalant air.

That rubbed Chen Yiyue the wrong way. Here she was, a stunningly beautiful maiden, and he dared to say he didn't care.

"Then get out. I'm going to sleep!" Chen Yiyue pointed at the door, issuing an eviction order.

"Why should I leave? After we're married, this is my room too." Yang Lingtian puffed out his chest, refusing to back down.

"Fine, don't leave then. But you're sleeping on the floor." Chen Yiyue wouldn't budge an inch.

"Why should I sleep on the floor? I'm sleeping on the bed!" Yang Lingtian stood up, his voice rising.

"So you're saying I should sleep on the floor?" Chen Yiyue demanded.

"If you want the bed, that's fine too. Sleep with me—I just won't touch you."

Yang Lingtian's lips curled slightly as he deliberately spoke in a teasing tone.

"In your dreams. What if you lose control and go wild?" Chen Yiyue's cheeks flushed faintly.

"What are you worried about? I'll be gentle." Yang Lingtian said with a straight face.

"You... you can't have any improper thoughts." Chen Yiyue's face grew redder.

"How is that improper? We're husband and wife now." Yang Lingtian grinned.

Then he slowly walked toward her. Chen Yiyue jumped up in fright and backed away toward the bed.

"What are you doing? Don't come any closer!" Chen Yiyue's face paled.

"Don't you dare. Even if you get my body, you'll never have my heart."