Too Arrogant!

When Yun Jingheng returned to Sea God Island, Ya Li was waiting for him at the door.

She smiled and ruffled his hair, then let him inside.

Yun Jingheng sat down by the table, took the box out of his Storage Soul Tool, and opened it.

The Soul Bone lay quietly inside. Its silvery-white sheen flowed beneath the moonlight, like frozen moonlight.

"Want to fuse it now?" Ya Li sat across from him.

Yun Jingheng nodded. "Mm."

Ya Li moved her chair beside him. "Start. Mom will watch over you."

Yun Jingheng took the Soul Bone out of the box.

It landed in his palm, light and cool, feeling exactly the same as the piece of Lunar Divine Metal.

He closed his eyes, and Soul Power seeped from his palm into the Soul Bone.

The Soul Bone lit up.

Silvery-white light rose from the bone, spreading along his fingers to his wrist, then traveling upward through his meridians.

It was cool but not cold, like moonlight flowing into his body.

Within his spiritual sea, that moon suddenly began to spin faster, its silvery-white glow spilling across the entire sea.

Yun Jingheng could feel the Soul Bone fusing with him. It was natural and smooth.

Ya Li sat beside him, watching his face as his steady breathing grew deeper and heavier, while the violent fluctuations of his Soul Power gradually calmed.

She reached out and felt his forehead. It was not hot.

She withdrew her hand and continued watching.

When Yun Jingheng opened his eyes, it was already the next day.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was a faint silvery-white spot there, slowly fading away.

He clenched his fist. His strength had increased greatly, and his body felt much lighter, as though some burden had been lifted.

He stood up and rolled his neck. His bones gave a faint crack.

"How does it feel?" Ya Li asked.

Yun Jingheng thought for a moment. "Pretty good. Two Soul Bone skills."

He closed his eyes and sensed the abilities granted by the Soul Bone.

First Soul Bone Skill: Attachment of the Full Moon.

A full moon appeared behind him and rose into the air. Regardless of the current lunar phase, it would immediately reset and lock into a full moon state, generating a single enhanced sword aura attack that split into three.

As for the second Soul Bone skill...

He opened his eyes, and an evil smile curled across his lips.

Ya Li looked at him, the corners of her mouth lifting. "Very satisfied?"

Yun Jingheng nodded with a smile, then tilted his head at Ya Li. "Mom, where's Dad?"

"Sea God Pavilion."

Yun Jingheng turned and headed straight for Sea God Pavilion.

Ya Li followed behind, unsure what he intended to do.

The doors of Sea God Pavilion were open.

Yun Ming sat at the table with a cup of tea before him, untouched.

He looked up and saw Yun Jingheng enter. One brow lifted. "Finished fusing?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "Finished."

He stopped before Yun Ming, planted both hands heavily on the table, and looked down at him. "Dad, fight me."

Yun Ming's hand paused as he held the teacup. "You?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "Me."

Yun Ming looked at him. The boy's eyes were bright. This was not impulsiveness.

"What level are you now?"

Yun Jingheng froze for a moment.

He had been busy making Moon Palace these past few days and had never checked his Soul Power. After sensing it briefly, he answered.

"Level 39."

Yun Ming set down his teacup. "Level 39, and you want to fight me?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "Just suppress your cultivation to level 50."

He paused, then added, "Anyone below Soul Emperor can't beat me."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Yun Ming stared at his son. The kid did not even blink when he said that.

Arrogant. Fucking arrogant.

An almost eleven-year-old quasi-Soul Ancestor was saying that no one below Soul Emperor could beat him?!

When had this kid become so cocky?

If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll suffer a huge loss someday!

He stood up. "Come on. To the training grounds."

Yun Jingheng rose with him.

The two headed outside.

Ya Li stood at the door, watching them leave one after another, looking somewhat dazed.

What had her son just said?

Cai Yue'er was the first to arrive. She stood at the edge of the training grounds with her arms crossed, watching the two people in the center.

Long Yeyue was the second to arrive. She leaned against a nearby tree, her expression calm.

Zhuo Shi and Feng Wuyu came together, still bickering with each other.

Tang Yinmeng and Lan Muzi arrived last. They stood at the very edge, craning their necks to look inside.

Yun Ming stood in the center of the training grounds and looked at Yun Jingheng across from him. "Are you sure?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "I'm sure."

Yun Ming released his soul rings.

Black, black, red, red, red, red, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold.

Nine soul rings slowly revolved beneath his feet. The outermost three orange-gold rings illuminated the entire training grounds.

Yun Jingheng looked at the nine soul rings without expression.

He turned his head and looked at Ya Li by the edge of the field.

"Mom, does Dad want to raise another child instead?"

Ya Li shot Yun Ming a glare.

And he was tattling too...

Yun Ming was speechless. He suppressed his soul rings to five, a level-50 configuration.

"Good enough?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "You're not allowed to use any skills above your third soul skill."

Yun Ming looked at him. "Why?"

Yun Jingheng calmly glanced at the five soul rings behind Yun Ming. "Because your third soul skill is already a hundred-thousand-year one. I can't take it."

Yun Ming took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll only use my first soul skill."

Yun Jingheng nodded, and the Moonlight Sword condensed in his hand.

Three soul rings emerged beneath his feet, slowly rotating.

Yun Ming looked at him. "Ready?"

Yun Jingheng gripped his sword. "Come."

Yun Ming moved.

His first soul skill was actually very simple: a thrust. The Sky-Supporting Spear stabbed straight toward him, fast and powerful, without any flourish.

Yun Jingheng's first soul ring lit up.

Crescent Slash. Three Moon Blades flew out at once, sealing off Yun Ming's movement.

Yun Ming shifted aside to evade them, but his spearhead remained aimed at Yun Jingheng.

The Moon Blades brushed past his shoulder, leaving behind an invisible mark.

Yun Jingheng's eyes lit up.

The mark landed?

Yun Ming's spear was already before him.

Yun Jingheng's second soul ring lit up.

Moonlight Protection. Silvery-white light erupted from beneath his feet, and a shield condensed before him.

The spearhead struck the shield. Bang— The shield shattered.

Frost power spread outward, and a thin layer of ice formed over Yun Ming's spearhead.

But Yun Ming was too fast. Yun Jingheng's second soul skill had no chance to restrain him and interrupt his soul skill. Its only use was blocking the strike for a moment before exploding.

The mental shock passed through. Yun Ming's mind felt like it had been puffed on by a breeze. In any case... it did absolutely nothing.

For 0.5 seconds, Yun Jingheng was invincible. He stood there as the spearhead swept across his body, and nothing happened.

Yun Jingheng had no intention of fighting his own father at close range. He immediately lit up his third soul ring.

New Moon Assault. He charged to the side, his body turning transparent like a streak of moonlight.

Yun Ming reached out to grab him, but his hand passed through Yun Jingheng's body and caught nothing.

Yun Jingheng landed ten meters behind him, turned around, and kept retreating.

Yun Ming turned around and looked at his son.

"Not bad."

Yun Jingheng said nothing.

He took Moon Palace from his Storage Soul Tool and held it in his palm.

The tiny palace floated there, five slender, brilliant bands of light revolving around it.

Soul Power poured into it, and he threw it into the sky.

"Moon Palace, full power, release!"

Moon Palace blazed with light.

Silvery-white radiance lit up along its flying eaves, flowing across the lunar-phase patterns on its palace walls in circles, like the rising and falling tide.

Five bands of light spread from its base, covering the entire training grounds. Fifty meters in diameter—this was his current limit.

The gravity within the domain began to fluctuate like waves on the sea.

Yun Ming felt his body rise and fall along with the fluctuations, the ground beneath his feet becoming heavy and light by turns.

He glanced down at the ground, then looked up at the tiny palace in Yun Jingheng's hand.

This was that level-six Soul Tool?

There was no time to think further.

The waves converged toward the center, and all gravity pointed toward Moon Palace itself.

Yun Ming was pulled toward the tiny palace, his feet sliding forward against his will.

He frowned and burst forth with Soul Power, trying to break free.

But gravity kept shifting directions. His strength was dispersed, and he could not find any point to exert force against.

Then the gravity began to intensify, growing stronger and stronger until his body felt heavier and heavier. Every step required effort, and even his spearhead began to sink slightly.

Just as he adapted, the gravity abruptly weakened. His body became light, so light that a tap of his toes could send him floating up.

When he used his first soul skill and thrust his spear, gravity suddenly shifted direction, and the spearhead veered aside.

Yun Ming's expression changed.

That thrust just now... had missed?

It was not that he had missed. Gravity had pulled the spearhead off course.

He stared at the tiny palace in Yun Jingheng's hand for a long time.

A level-six Soul Tool that could alter the direction of gravity, even deflecting his attacks.

What heaven-defying thing had this kid made?

Suddenly, the gravitational field stabilized, and everything within the domain was fixed in place.

Yun Ming's body was pinned where he stood, unable to move.

He was not locked down. Gravity was pressing him down.

His feet stood on the ground, but every step required ten times more strength than usual.

The tiny palace floated in midair. The five bands of light spun faster and faster, and the gravitational field grew increasingly powerful.

Then Yun Jingheng moved.

His first Soul Bone skill activated.

A full moon rose behind him, its silvery-white light illuminating the entire training grounds.

The patterns on his sword immediately became a full moon, shining with dazzling silver-white brilliance.

His passive ability was locked into the full moon state.

Yun Ming looked at that full moon, his pupils contracting slightly.

A Soul Bone skill?

Yun Jingheng leaped into the air.

He raised the Moonlight Sword over his head and used it like a brush to draw a circle in the sky.

The circle lit up. Silvery-white light gathered at the sword tip and transformed into a small moon hanging above his head.

The phantom of the Jade Rabbit emerged behind him, then ran and leaped around the moon. The moon grew larger and larger, while Yun Jingheng's face began to pale.

Finally, when the moon reached a radius of ten meters, it stopped.

Yun Jingheng pointed his sword at Yun Ming.

Jade Rabbit moved.

It leaped high off its trajectory, its four feet kicking through the air and planting themselves on Moon.

Boom— The sound was deep, like the toll of a bell.

Moon was kicked downward, trailing a silver-white tail of flame as he plunged straight at Yun Ming.

At the same time Moon crashed down, Yun Jingheng swung out three enormous Moon Crescent Blades.

The silver-white full moon, ten meters in radius and trailing a tail of flame, fell from the sky like a true meteor.

The air compressed with a low hum. The stone slabs across the training ground began to crack, fissures spreading outward from beneath Yun Ming's feet.

The three Moon Blades were faster than Moon, sealing off all of Yun Ming's escape routes in a triangular formation.

The true damage in the Full Moon state ignored defense. Every strike was enough to carve a wound into an ordinary Soul Emperor.

Yun Ming looked up at Moon, his expression finally turning a little serious.

Tide Lock weighed him down, making his feet feel as though they had been filled with lead, but he could still move his hands.

The Sky-Supporting Spear rose, its tip striking the first Moon Blade to arrive.

Clang— The Moon Blade shattered, silver-white Fragments bursting apart and numbing the web of his hand.

The second arrived right after it. He twisted aside, and the Moon Blade grazed past his shoulder, slicing a gash into his coat.

He did not block the third. There was no time. Moon was already above his head.

He drew a deep breath, and his third soul ring lit up.

Soul Power erupted, directly shattering Tide Lock's gravitational field and blasting a crater into the ground.

He raised the Sky-Supporting Spear. Blinding golden light flared along its shaft as it met Moon head-on.

Bang—

A massive shockwave exploded from the point of impact, sending a large swath of stone slabs flying across the training ground.

Feng Wuyu raised a hand in front of his face and was pushed back a step by the blast.

Zhuo Shi did not move, but the hem of his robe snapped violently in the wind.

Cai Yue'er's hair was blown into disarray, but she ignored it and merely stared at the center of the field.

Moon shattered.

Silver-white Fragments scattered like countless stars falling from the sky.

Yun Ming stood where he was, the Sky-Supporting Spear raised above his head, its tip still carrying Moon's shattered light.

A three-meter-wide crater lay beneath his feet. Several tears had been ripped into his coat by the blast, and his hair was a mess as well.

He lowered his head and glanced at his hand. A small cut had split the web between his thumb and forefinger, blood slowly seeping out.

He looked up at Yun Jingheng across from him.

Yun Jingheng landed on the ground, supporting himself with the Moonlight Sword as he panted heavily.

His face was white as paper. Not a drop of Soul Power remained.

Moon Palace fell from the air. He reached out to catch it, but his hand trembled so badly that he nearly missed.

He put it into his Storage Soul Tool, then raised his head and looked at Yun Ming.

"Below Soul Emperor, you can't beat me?" Yun Ming asked calmly.

Yun Jingheng said nothing.

Panting, he looked at the cut on Yun Ming's hand, then at the crater in the ground and the scattered stone slabs.

He nodded. "I can't."

Yun Ming looked at him and smiled.

He walked over and reached out to ruffle Yun Jingheng's hair.

"It's not that you can't beat me. Your Soul Power just isn't enough. A rank 39 Soul Tool Master using a level-six Soul Tool can't last long before running dry."

"If you had enough Soul Power, that move just now might really have been more than a Soul Emperor could withstand."

Yun Jingheng froze for a moment. "Really?"

Yun Ming smiled and nodded. "Really. But you don't have enough Soul Power yet, so don't get too cocky."

He withdrew his martial soul and turned toward the edge of the field.

"Go back and train your Soul Power. Once you reach rank 50, I'll spar with you again."

Feng Wuyu stood there, his expression changing again and again before he finally squeezed out, "Fine. Better than gathering dust on my shelf."

Zhuo Shi said nothing, but the corners of his mouth curved high.

He looked at the crater in the ground. That Soul Bone was well worth it.

Cai Yue'er stood at the very edge, staring at the huge crater in the center of the field, the corner of her mouth twitching.

She finally understood why that thing could still function after being made.

Because the person who made it never cared whether it could function.

He only cared whether it could be used.

Long Yeyue leaned against a tree while Ya Li held her son, kissing him on one cheek and then the other.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly before she turned and left.

"A rising star..."