Weina: I Was Only Gone Half a Month, and the Young Sect Master Changed? (Please Bookmark and Follow, Following Is Very Important

Long Aotian stared at the claw marks on his arm and fell silent for a long while.

Only then did he look up at Ye Linyuan, his voice somewhat strained. "Junior Brother, what was the Thousand-Year Soul Skill you used just now called?"

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing the fight, Ye Linyuan dispelled his Martial Soul Possession. "My first Soul Skill: Wind Thunder Flash Strike."

"Senior Dragon saw its effects just now. It mainly boosts speed, attack power, and sharpness."

Long Aotian stared into his eyes. "A Thousand-Year Soul Ring... how did you manage that?"

"I had some fortunate encounters, and Twin Martial Souls enhance physical constitution far beyond that of ordinary people. That was the only reason I could barely manage it," Ye Linyuan explained.

Long Aotian fell silent again.

It was not as though he had never seen a Twin Martial Soul master before—for instance, the Heavenly Soul Princess, Weina.

But compared with this junior brother, even though they both possessed Twin Martial Souls, he could clearly sense the gap between them.

Though he had taken Ye Linyuan's strike head-on just now and seemed to have suffered only superficial injuries—

Long Aotian knew perfectly well.

With the speed Ye Linyuan had displayed, he had no chance of winning at all. He would only become his opponent's human punching bag.

And what was even more terrifying was—

Ye Linyuan's attacks were not merely fast. Their power and destructive force were equally terrifying.

Otherwise, he would not have been unable even to deflect the force before being sent flying by Ye Linyuan's claw.

If he could not keep up with his opponent's speed, he was destined to remain suppressed.

If Ye Linyuan had targeted vital areas like his head or throat instead of his arm, Long Aotian would never have gotten away with mere superficial wounds.

To defeat Ye Linyuan, he could only go all out.

And even then, he did not dare guarantee that he would win.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, coupled with a Thousand-Year first Soul Ring—their actual combat strength was simply incomparable to that of an ordinary one-ring Soul Master!

After a long while.

Long Aotian finally drew a deep breath, his eyes blazing as he looked at Ye Linyuan. "Junior Brother, I lost."

"Before today, I always believed myself invincible among those of the same rank."

"But now, I have to admit that at the same rank, you are stronger than me."

"However, I will not lose heart because of this."

"Once you raise your cultivation, we will fight again without holding anything back."

"When that time comes, I definitely will not lose to you again!"

Ye Linyuan smiled faintly. "All right. I'm looking forward to the day I catch up to Senior Dragon as well."

This sparring match ended quickly.

But that single strike quietly changed everyone's attitude toward Ye Linyuan.

Alongside their previous friendliness and enthusiasm, there was now a genuine reverence befitting the Young Sect Master.

After that.

Everyone washed the pots, lit the fires, picked vegetables, and prepared the rabbits.

Before long, the spicy, fragrant aroma spread once more from the lakeside.

The meal lasted a full two hours before finally ending.

Standing before Du Busi, Ye Linyuan waved to the senior brothers and elders of the Body Sect. "Everyone, I'll be leaving first!"

"Goodbye, Young Sect Master!" Everyone waved farewell with hearty laughter.

Watching the two tiny figures vanish into the sky, Wang Yanfeng suddenly said, "Hey, don't you all feel like the Young Sect Master is always shrouded in a layer of mist, as if he's hiding countless secrets?"

Chen Yu said in surprise, "You feel that too? I actually wanted to say it a long time ago. The Young Sect Master is clearly two years younger than us, but whenever I'm around him, I always get the feeling that he's much older than me."

Long Aotian's eyes burned brightly. "Junior Brother's talent is unprecedented in ten thousand years. Naturally, he is different from others."

He abruptly turned and headed toward his residence.

"I will be entering seclusion for a while to comprehend a secret art. Unless it is something important, do not disturb me."

As they watched Long Aotian leave, everyone exchanged glances and began discussing it quietly.

"Aotian was provoked by the Young Sect Master."

"Heh, Aotian has never lost when sparring with us, yet the Young Sect Master sent him flying with one slap. Who wouldn't be provoked by that?"

"The Heaven and Man Unity Secret Art Aotian cultivates was left behind by a sect senior from two thousand years ago. That senior, like him, possessed a skin Martial Soul."

"I'm genuinely curious—if Aotian manages to master that secret art, will the Young Sect Master still be able to defeat him?"

Just as everyone was eagerly gossiping.

A gentle young girl's voice, tinged with surprise, suddenly rang out. "Hm? What a wonderful smell. What were you eating just now?"

Everyone turned toward the voice and said with delight, "Weina, you're back!"

A young girl in a pale yellow robe was walking toward them gracefully, her curious gaze examining the large pots by the lake. "What are you doing? Having a group meal?"

"What a strange smell. How come I've never seen this kind of dish before?"

Wang Yanfeng laughed loudly. "Weina, your timing couldn't be worse. If you'd come back a little earlier, you could have joined our hotpot feast!"

Weina looked puzzled. "A hotpot feast? Is that some new invention by one of the sect elders?"

Wang Yanfeng slapped his forehead. "I almost forgot. You went back to the Imperial Palace some time ago, so you still don't know about the Young Sect Master."

"It's like this: the Sect Master recently took in a new disciple named Ye Linyuan."

"And he designated him as the next successor of our Body Sect—the Young Sect Master."

"This hotpot is a way of eating invented by the Young Sect Master."

Weina's eyes suddenly widened, and her rosy lips parted slightly. "Young... Sect Master?"

Wang Yanfeng nodded heavily, his face full of excitement. "That's right!"

"I'm telling you, the Young Sect Master is incredible!"

"Like you, he is a Twin Martial Soul master. One of his Original Martial Souls is his heart."

"His other Martial Soul is an incredibly ferocious beast that has never before appeared in any Soul Master—the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!"

"The Young Sect Master sparred with Aotian just now. Guess what happened?"

"The Young Sect Master's first Soul Ring was actually Thousand-Year Level!"

"Aotian suppressed his cultivation to roughly the Young Sect Master's level, yet he couldn't even withstand a single strike and was sent straight into the lake!"

"The Sect Master previously said that the Young Sect Master's talent was a monstrous rarity seen once in ten thousand years, and that he even had the potential to become a god."

"I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems the Sect Master was absolutely right!"

"If our Body Sect could produce a god too, I'd damn well go to Shrek's gates every day to spread the news and piss them off to death! Hahahaha!"

Weina's body stiffened slightly.

No, she had only been away from the sect for a little over half a month. Why did it feel as if several years had passed in the blink of an eye?

Twin Martial Souls... the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger... a Thousand-Year first Soul Ring... just where had this monstrous Young Sect Master named Ye Linyuan come from!?

She subconsciously glanced around and asked, "Where is Aotian, then?"

Wang Yanfeng wore a gleeful expression as he pointed toward Long Aotian's residence. "Aotian was provoked by the Young Sect Master. He said he was going into seclusion to comprehend Heaven and Man Unity and told us not to disturb him."

Weina's heart shook, and her face was full of confusion.

She had only just finished mentally preparing herself to begin accepting Long Aotian.

How had the Young Sect Master changed in the blink of an eye?