A Wonderful Battle

Battle intent!

It blazed in his chest like oil poured on fire.

Facing two Sabertooth Wolves, Ye Tong paid no mind to the Medicine Slave's surprise. A sword's sharpness comes from grinding; he needed a whetstone to hone his combat experience.

"Fall back."

Ye Tong slowly raised his long saber.

The Medicine Slave's expression changed. He had never seen Ye Tong engage in combat before, and now they were facing two Level One Fierce Beasts. While courage could boost combat explosiveness, recklessness carried the risk of death. He understood Ye Tong's personality; if he decided to act, he would undoubtedly go through with it.

Persuasion also required skill.

To minimize the danger, the Medicine Slave said tactfully, "Young Master, how about I kill one Sabertooth Wolf and leave the other for you as a sparring partner?"

"Fall back."

Ye Tong repeated.

The Medicine Slave felt helpless but retreated five or six meters, preparing to intervene if necessary.

Ye Tong knew the Medicine Slave cared for his safety, but he was unwilling to waste such a good practical combat opportunity. With a tap of his toes, the Vital Energy in his meridians, which had largely recovered, flowed as he charged at the two Sabertooth Wolves.

Blade shadows like overlapping waves, a pole at a hundred feet.

The moment Ye Tong reached the Sabertooth Wolves, speed and strength combined perfectly before them. The Sabertooth Wolf Ye Tong targeted, with ferocity contained within its calmness, twisted its body to dodge. Instead of retreating, it closed the distance by half a meter, its front-left claw aiming to slash Ye Tong's lower ribs.

However.

Ye Tong flipped and leaped in an instant. As his toes landed on the side of the Sabertooth Wolf's back, his long saber swung towards the other wolf that had pounced before him.

Blood splashed.

Howls echoed.

In what seemed like a split-second battle, one of the Sabertooth Wolves had its leg severed, and a bloody gash over ten centimeters long was opened on its flank.

"This..."

The Medicine Slave, watching, trembled, his eyes shooting out disbelief. In the brief exchange, he was stunned by the tactics Ye Tong employed and his sharpness in combat. Logically, even one Sabertooth Wolf would put immense pressure on Ye Tong, yet facing two, he had created this situation...

"Impossible..."

The Medicine Slave muttered, but his words caught in his throat.

He watched as Ye Tong, after heavily wounding one Sabertooth Wolf, didn't retreat to gain breathing room. Instead, he clung to the heavily injured wolf like a shadow. His blade lights forced the wolf to howl and dodge, while simultaneously hindering the other wolf's attack.

"These footwork..."

The Medicine Slave hadn't noticed at first, but as Ye Tong moved around the Sabertooth Wolf, he keenly caught that Ye Tong's footwork was peculiar. It seemed like a fleeting evasion, yet it contained a certain strangeness, always keeping him one step ahead of the other Sabertooth Wolf.

"Its front claw is severed, bleeding profusely. Is the Young Master wearing down the injured Sabertooth Wolf's combat strength, intending to kill it before facing the other one head-on?" The Medicine Slave naturally saw through Ye Tong's strategy, and admiration gradually appeared in his eyes.

However.

This admiration only lasted seven or eight seconds before freezing on his face.

He saw that when the other Sabertooth Wolf lunged again, Ye Tong didn't dodge. Instead, he sank to his knees, leaning forward. As the Sabertooth Wolf leaped, unable to stop, the tip of his saber directly lifted.

What is disembowelment?

The saber tip pierced the Sabertooth Wolf's abdomen, and with the wolf's own forward momentum, a half-meter-long gash was torn open. As blood sprayed, even its internal organs spilled onto the ground.

"Bang..."

The sound of the Sabertooth Wolf hitting the ground boomed in the Medicine Slave's heart like thunder.

"Roar..."

The Sabertooth Wolf, whose front leg was severed, endured immense pain. Seeing its companion killed, panic finally appeared in its eyes, and it decisively fled in one direction. However, having lost a leg, its speed was severely affected. Facing Ye Tong, who pursued without any hesitation, it could only fight back in anger.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft, pfft..."

Bloody wounds appeared on the Sabertooth Wolf's body one after another. The pain drove it mad, and despite its desperate roars, it was helpless against Ye Tong. Finally, as a blade light swept across its neck, severing its carotid artery, it plunged forward.

The battle was over.

Ye Tong retreated a few steps, shaking his blood-stained hands. Before the Medicine Slave's astonished gaze, he walked to the lake shore and jumped into the clear water. He wasn't a germaphobe, but he disliked the sticky feeling of being covered in blood.

"It's over?"

The Medicine Slave looked at the twitching, slowly dying last Sabertooth Wolf on the ground, then shifted his gaze to the disemboweled wolf carcass. Even with his vast experience, he was stunned by this spectacular battle that lasted only half a minute. If someone else had easily killed two Sabertooth Wolves, he might have remained unfazed, but the person who killed them in such a short time was the Young Master, Ye Tong!

Putting himself in Ye Tong's shoes.

If the Medicine Slave had been at Ye Tong's cultivation level and encountered these two Sabertooth Wolves, even if he could fight them and eventually kill them, he would likely have paid a heavy price.

However.

At this moment, Ye Tong's entire body seemed untouched, not even a scratch on his skin?

After a while.

Ye Tong cleaned himself, took out a package from the Medicine Slave's carrying basket, put on a set of clean clothes, and then looked at the two Sabertooth Wolf corpses, shaking his head and sighing, "I came to the Golden Phoenix Mountain Range, but it seems I didn't bring enough clothes."

"What?"

The Medicine Slave felt a bit confused. Shouldn't Young Master be sighing in satisfaction at his own prowess right now? Why was he regretting not bringing more clothes? His erratic thinking was something the Medicine Slave couldn't quite keep up with. With a wry smile, the Medicine Slave quickly washed Ye Tong's dirty clothes, hung them on branches by the lake, and then went to Ye Tong's side, who was dissecting the Sabertooth Wolf carcass.

"Young Master..."

The Medicine Slave hesitated, wanting to say more but stopping himself.

Ye Tong said, "Ask!"

The Medicine Slave asked, "Since you were brought to the Precious Medicine Workshop at the age of six, you haven't really left, have you? We've been together for ten years, and I've never seen you fight anyone. Yet, the exquisite footwork and masterful combat skills you displayed while fighting the Sabertooth Wolf left me in awe. This old servant doesn't understand!"

Ye Tong naturally wouldn't mention the countless times he had killed before. He had already thought of how to phrase his response, so he said, "During the year the old man went missing, I lingered near the arena many times. I witnessed the life-and-death struggles between cultivators, and I actually had a few exchanges of my own."

"You did?"

The Medicine Slave was astonished.

Ye Tong continued, "The last two times were yesterday, when I fought Butcher Zhang on the stage to help Yin Xiaojiu, and I was lucky enough to win. The other was recently at Ten Mile Pavilion, where I severed one of Tong Kaishan's arms and severely wounded the four family servants of the Tong family."

The Medicine Slave suddenly recalled what he had seen and heard at Ten Mile Pavilion yesterday, and also remembered something: Tong Kaishan's cultivation level seemed to be Qi Refining Sixth Level.

Young Master...

He's only at Qi Refining Third Level, how could he have severed Tong Kaishan's arm? And made him flee in disarray, not even caring about the lives of his four family servants?

Several hundred meters away.

The terrain was rugged with rocks and overgrown with weeds.

Four figures were hidden within, clearly witnessing the fight by the lake through the gaps in the rocks. Although Ye Tong's victory was impressive, the four still felt a degree of disdain. After all, even the weakest among them, Yasen, had a cultivation of Qi Refining Fourth Level. And Calon was a powerhouse at Qi Refining Seventh Level.

As for the Medicine Slave, who hadn't made a move and seemed to be intimidated by the fight, the four automatically ignored him.

"Big Brother, when do we make our move?" Yasen's heart burned with desire as he thought of the Blue Silver banknotes on Ye Tong. He licked his lips greedily.

Calon pondered for a moment and said calmly, "Since we've figured out their strength, there's no need to waste more time. Let's take them down, grab the banknotes and the Sabertooth Wolf's corpse. Once we get back to Cold Mountain City, I'll treat you all to a good time at the Fragrant Tower."

"Alright!"

The eyes of the other three suddenly lit up.

Half an hour later.

The four appeared before Ye Tong and the Medicine Slave with ill intentions. Calon, leading the group, looked at Ye Tong's indifferent face and chuckled, "That last fight was truly exquisite! Young man, to be able to kill two Sabertooth Wolves at once at such a young age is quite impressive."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly!" Ye Tong sensed their malicious intent and replied with a cold expression.

"You..."

Yasen, with his sharp mouth and monkey-like face, was taken aback by Ye Tong's expression. Didn't he know fear?

Ye Tong spoke again, cutting him off, "If you have something to say, spit it out."

"You're looking for..."

Yasen's words were interrupted again, and this time it was Calon who stopped him. The feeling of being unable to speak his mind made him so frustrated he almost spat blood.

Calon narrowed his eyes and stared at Ye Tong, saying, "It's simple. Hand over all the Blue Silver and anything valuable you have on you. I can guarantee to spare your lives. After all, it's easier to snatch wealth without lifting a finger than to draw swords and fight."

Robbing me?

Ye Tong looked at their eyes and felt a hint of pity. If it were just him at this moment, he would have indeed handed over all his money to them. After all, even with the Book of Life and Death in hand, he wasn't a match for them.

But now, the Medicine Slave was by his side!

Who gave them the audacity to brazenly rob a cultivator at the Innate Triple Stage?

Suddenly.

Ye Tong seemed to have thought of something, a half-smile appearing on his delicate face. He scrutinized the four and asked, "Before I give you all our money, can you answer me one question?"

Calon raised an eyebrow and asked, "What question?"

Ye Tong asked, "I'd like to know your cultivation realms. After all, it would be quite shameful to have all my money taken by someone weaker than me."

"Hahaha..."

Calon burst into laughter, his gaze filled with contempt as he looked at Ye Tong.

Yasen seized the opportunity to finally get a word in, saying with a hint of smugness, "To satisfy your small wish, my elder brother is a Qi Refining Seventh Level powerhouse who once fought undefeated across the land. My two brothers here are also Qi Refining Fifth Level experts. Dealing with you would be as easy as slaughtering pigs. As for me, although I'm only at Qi Refining Fourth Level, I can still suppress you. How about it? Scared?"

"Scared..."

Ye Tong nodded emphatically, "I'm very scared!"