Rejection

"Little brother, don't hold back. Let big sister see your true strength."

Xia Youyu smiled brilliantly, and at the same time, she ceased holding back. Her entire body was suffused with radiance as endless runes emerged, and a powerful aura erupted from within her. That slender, delicate frame contained terrifying power.

"Alright, but big sister, you must be careful."

Su Ye said with a smile. Facing Xia Youyu's powerful momentum, he felt not the slightest fear, but rather a sense of eagerness.

Having just broken through to the extreme of the Blood-Moving Realm, he needed a strong opponent to temper himself, and Xia Youyu, who stood before him, was perfect.

Runes permeated Su Ye's entire body, gathering behind him in endless streams. The radiance was so vast it seemed to contain a boundless world, and within that world stood a majestic figure, like a god of heaven.

The Divine Eye of the heavenly god bloomed with a shocking divine light. In an instant, terrifying storms appeared between heaven and earth; the world churned and roared as endless divine brilliance descended from the boundless void.

"What is this?"

The crowd watching from the Heaven Mending Pavilion wore expressions of shock. Was this a precious technique that could be unleashed by a youth? Was this truly a boy, and not some god pretending to be young?

"Something is off. Although this image is terrifying and the aura is intimidating, I feel like something is wrong. It's as if it's missing something."

The old woman from the Heaven Mending Pavilion frowned slightly. Her gaze fixed on the phantom of the heavenly god above Su Ye's head, runes manifesting in her eyes as she peered through the illusion.

This is... an illusion?

The old woman realized the truth, and a smile appeared on her face. She had not expected this little fellow to have mastered illusion techniques; it was truly unexpected.

Illusion techniques were rare, and such precious techniques were difficult to master because they required powerful spiritual force, which was notoriously hard to cultivate.

At this moment, Xia Youyu also realized it. If a god had truly descended, she would have been suppressed instantly, rather than still standing where she was.

Su Ye saw that Xia Youyu had realized he was using an illusion, but he didn't mind. He had never expected to scare her off with a mere illusion.

Swish.

Su Ye vanished from his spot and charged toward Xia Youyu. At this moment, he was like a war god rushing into battle, with the thunderous roar of the heavens echoing in his wake.

"Break."

Xia Youyu gave a light shout, and powerful energy erupted from her body, shattering all illusions. Simultaneously, endless runes spread outward, forming a world of runes.

She was not using these runes to resist the illusion, but to investigate—to probe for the location of Su Ye's true body. Since the opponent had mastered illusion techniques, the figure she saw before her was likely a false existence.

Hum.

Runes lit up to Xia Youyu's left, causing the void to ripple, and a figure gradually emerged—it was none other than Su Ye.

A bitter smile appeared on Su Ye's youthful face. It seemed these little tricks were not enough to deal with a battle-hardened expert.

Since the precious technique didn't work, he would resort to hand-to-hand combat.

Sharp light burst from Su Ye's eyes as he charged at Xia Youyu. His blood surged within him, emitting sounds like thunder, as if rivers were roaring and the earth itself was trembling.

Xia Youyu looked at the Su Ye charging toward her. She felt that it wasn't a boy rushing at her, but a humanoid beast. The invisible, terrifying aura made even her soul tremble.

However, she was a battle-hardened expert after all, and she quickly steadied her mind. Runes appeared in her hands, and with a wave, vines rose from the ground, crazily lashing out to bind him.

Boom.

Su Ye did not stop, instead pushing straight through. Those tough vines were extremely fragile before his powerful physical body, and they were torn to shreds instantly.

Xia Youyu had not expected the opponent to be so wild. Although she hadn't used her full strength, those vines were still incredibly tough, resistant to blades and spears, yet now they were torn apart like common grass.

Hum.

Golden runes appeared in Xia Youyu's hands, and the vines turned gold.

Crack.

But this time, the vines did not stop Su Ye's advance. A sharp wind blade sliced directly through the tough golden vines.

Rip.

The sharp wind blade landed on Xia Youyu's dress, and with a faint tearing sound, a slit appeared on the fabric.

Xia Youyu looked down at the tear in her dress, her expression shocked. The opponent had not only broken her precious technique but also her precious garment.

The dress she wore was no ordinary object; it was a treasure garment made from high-quality Heavenly Silkworm silk, impervious to water and fire, and inscribed with mysterious runes that were immune to blades and weapons.

Yet now, its defense had been breached by a single wind blade.

Could it be... shoddy workmanship?

At this moment, Su Ye's figure moved like the wind, instantly appearing behind Xia Youyu. He grabbed her snow-white arm and pulled her backward, while simultaneously pointing a finger at her fair neck.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. From the moment Xia Youyu discovered her dress was torn to the split second her focus wavered, Su Ye had completed all his movements.

The many experts of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, including the old woman, all stared at Su Ye in shock. They had not expected Xia Youyu to be defeated.

Although this was not a life-or-death struggle and her cultivation had been suppressed, who was Xia Youyu?

She was the most outstanding young prodigy of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, with a cultivation powerful enough to rival the older generation. Yet, she had suffered a major loss at the hands of a child.

The Old Patriarch, however, looked calm and was not overly surprised. On the contrary, he felt that Su Ye had shown mercy; otherwise, he could have easily subdued the little girl in the very first exchange.

"Hmph, Little Ye, others are just playing with you. How can you launch a sneak attack? Release her at once."

The Old Patriarch scolded, then said with a smile: "The child is ignorant and doesn't realize others are going easy on him. Please excuse his rudeness."

"It is nothing."

The old woman spoke, her gaze fixed on Su Ye with a glimmering light in her eyes as she said, "To possess such cultivation at this age shows extraordinary talent; you will surely become a formidable figure who shakes the world in the future."

Their group had been traveling through the Great Wilderness, visiting various tribes, all for the purpose of seeking out powerful, gifted youths. The one before them could be considered the most formidable they had encountered thus far.

"Little brother, you are truly remarkable."

Xia Youyu exclaimed in wonder, rubbing the arm that had just been seized, her eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at Su Ye.

When she had been restrained just moments ago, the immense force had left her unable to budge in the slightest. This seemingly harmless youth possessed a terrifying physical body.

She was the most outstanding prodigy of her generation in the Heaven Mending Pavilion. While she had not reached the extreme limit of the Blood-Moving Realm, she possessed a strength of eighty to ninety thousand jin, enough to rival the descendants of archaic beasts, yet she had been unable to break free from his grip.

His physical body...

One hundred thousand jin.

At this thought, Xia Youyu's gaze grew even more fervent. Having encountered such a person, she could not let him slip away. A flash of rosy light appeared in her hand, revealing an artifact that seemed neither gold nor stone, engraved with intricate patterns. She smiled and said, "My name is Xia Youyu, a disciple of the Heaven Mending Pavilion. Take this; with this token, you can enter the Heaven Mending Pavilion and receive the best guidance to cultivate powerful precious techniques."

Su Ye did not reach out to take it. Instead, he looked at the token in Xia Youyu's hand, profound patterns emerging within his pupils. His eyes reflected a scene: in a desolate wilderness, Xia Youyu and her group encountered a small, dirt-covered figure.

Seeing that Su Ye did not take the token, Xia Youyu asked in confusion, "Do you not wish to join our Heaven Mending Pavilion?"

"No."

Su Ye shook his head and asked, "This token should be the last one you have on you, right, Sister Youyu?"

"It is."

Xia Youyu nodded, then seemed to realize something. "Are you hoping to request more tokens? The token is not the only way to join the Heaven Mending Pavilion. We hold assessments every year; as long as you pass, you can join. The token simply allows you to bypass the assessment."

"No."

Su Ye shook his head once more and said, "This token and I are not fated. If you continue along your original path, you will meet a peculiar youth. This token is destined for him."

As a transmigrator, how could he be without some special trait?

He had no system, no ancient spirit residing in his soul, but he possessed a natural Heavenly Eye. This was not a Double Pupil, nor was it a Fiery Golden Eye, but a Samsara Eye that allowed him to peer into the causality of fate.

Simply put, he could trace the past and glimpse the future through the threads of destiny and cause and effect.

Of course, this was merely the currently known ability of the Samsara Eye. As for whether it held other powers, he did not yet know; after all, he was currently too weak to truly unlock the full potential of the Samsara Eye.

Just now, through the Samsara Eye, Su Ye had glimpsed the significant causality attached to this token. Through that causality, he had seen a vision of the future. If he were to take this token now, he would inevitably become entangled in the fate of the Bear Child.

While he did not fear this, if the Bear Child were to choose not to enter the Heaven Mending Pavilion because of it, wouldn't his own life in the pavilion become quite boring later on?

Furthermore, if fate were disrupted, wouldn't he, as a transmigrator, lose the "golden finger" of knowing the future?

Fate cannot be broken.

At least, for now, the threads of fate must remain undisturbed.