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 in.

Yun Jingheng sat down at the table, took out the box from his storage Soul Tool, and opened it.

The Soul Bone lay quietly in the box, its silver-white luster flowing under the moonlight, like solidified moonlight.

"You want to fuse it now?" Ya Li sat down opposite him.

Yun Jingheng nodded, "Mm."

Ya Li moved her chair closer to him, "Let's begin. Mom will watch over you."

Yun Jingheng took the Soul Bone out of the box.

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

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

The Soul Bone lit up.

Silver-white light emanated from the bone, spreading along his fingers to his wrist, and then up his meridians.

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

In his Sea of Consciousness, the moon suddenly began to spin faster, its silver-white light illuminating the entire sea surface.

Yun Jingheng could feel the Soul Bone fusing with him, naturally and smoothly.

Ya Li sat beside him, watching his face, watching his breathing deepen and become more steady, and his soul power fluctuations gradually calm down.

She reached out and felt his forehead; it wasn't hot.

She withdrew her hand and continued to watch.

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

He looked down at his chest, where a faint silver-white spot of light was slowly disappearing.

He clenched his fist; his strength was much greater than before, and his body felt much lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He stood up and stretched his neck, his bones making a slight cracking sound.

"How does it feel?" Ya Li asked.

Yun Jingheng thought for a moment, "Pretty good. Two soul skills."

He closed his eyes, sensing the skills the Soul Bone had given him.

First Soul Bone Skill: Attachment of the Full Moon.

A full moon appeared behind him and rose into the sky. Regardless of the current moon phase, it would immediately reset and fix to the full moon state, generating a triple-enhanced sword qi attack.

As for the second Soul Bone Skill...

He opened his eyes, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.

Ya Li looked at him, her lips curving, "Very satisfied?"

Yun Jingheng smiled and nodded, tilting his head to look at Ya Li, "Mom, where's Dad?"

"Sea God Pavilion."

Yun Jingheng turned and walked towards the Sea God Pavilion.

Ya Li followed behind, unsure of what he was planning.

The door to the Sea God Pavilion was open.

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

He looked up and saw Yun Jingheng enter, raising an eyebrow, "Fused it?"

Yun Jingheng nodded, "Yes."

He stopped in front of Yun Ming and slammed his hands on the table, looking down at Yun Ming, "Dad, fight me."

Yun Ming's hand, holding the teacup, paused, "You?"

Yun Jingheng nodded, "Me."

Yun Ming looked at him; the boy's eyes were bright, not impulsive.

"What's your level now?"

Yun Jingheng was taken aback.

He had been busy with the Moon Palace these past few days and hadn't tested his soul power. He sensed it briefly.

"Level 39."

Yun Ming put 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, "Below Soul Emperor, you might not be able to beat me."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Yun Ming looked at his son, who didn't even blink while he was speaking.

Arrogant, simply too damn arrogant.

A nearly 11-year-old quasi-Soul Ancestor claiming that no one below the Soul Emperor rank could beat him?!

Since when did this brat become so wild?

If I don't teach you a lesson today, there's no telling what kind of trouble you'll get into later!

He stood up. "Let's go, to the training grounds."

Yun Jingheng stood up as well.

The two of them walked outside.

Ya Li stood by the doorway, watching them walk out one after the other, her expression somewhat dazed.

What did my son just say?

Cai Yue'er arrived first; she stood at the edge of the training ground with her arms crossed, watching the two people in the center.

Long Yeyue arrived second, leaning against a nearby tree with a very indifferent expression.

Zhuo Shi and Feng Wuyu arrived together, the two of them still bickering.

Tang Yinmeng and Lan Muzi arrived last, standing on the outermost edge, craning their necks to look inside.

Yun Ming stood in the center of the field, looking at Yun Jingheng opposite him. "Are you sure?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "Sure."

Yun Ming released his soul rings.

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

Nine soul rings rotated slowly beneath his feet, the outermost three rings of orange-gold light illuminating the entire training ground.

Yun Jingheng looked at those nine soul rings, his face expressionless.

He turned his head to look at Ya Li on the sidelines.

"Mom, is Dad looking to raise a different child?"

Ya Li glared at Yun Ming.

Still tattling...

Yun Ming was speechless, suppressing his soul rings down to five, a level 50 configuration.

"Is this okay?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "You are 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 a hundred-thousand-year one; I can't withstand it."

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

Yun Jingheng nodded, the Moonlight Sword coalescing in his hand.

Beneath his feet, three soul rings emerged and rotated slowly.

Yun Ming looked at him. "Ready?"

Yun Jingheng gripped his sword. "Come."

Yun Ming moved.

His first soul skill was actually very simple—a basic thrust. The Sky-Supporting Spear stabbed straight forward, fast and powerful, without any fancy tricks.

Yun Jingheng's first soul ring lit up.

Crescent Slash—three Moon Blades flew out simultaneously, sealing off Yun Ming's movement.

Yun Ming sidestepped to avoid them, the tip of his spear still pointed at Yun Jingheng.

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

Yun Jingheng's eyes lit up.

The mark actually landed?

Yun Ming's spear was already right in front of him.

Yun Jingheng's second soul ring lit up.

Moonlight Protection—a silver-white light exploded from beneath his feet, and a shield coalesced in front of him.

The spear tip collided with the shield. "Bang!" The shield shattered.

The power of frost spread outward, and a thin layer of ice formed on the tip of Yun Ming's spear.

But Yun Ming's speed was too fast; Yun Jingheng's second soul skill couldn't pull away or interrupt his soul skill in time. The only useful thing was the shield blocking for a moment before exploding.

A mental shockwave pierced through, but it was like a mere puff of air to Yun Ming's mind; in any case... it was completely useless.

For 0.5 seconds of invincibility, Yun Jingheng stood there as the spear tip grazed him, leaving no mark.

Yun Jingheng had no intention of engaging in close combat with his father, so he immediately activated his third soul ring.

New Moon Assault, he charged to the side, his body becoming transparent, like a beam of moonlight.

Yun Ming reached out to grab him, his hand passing through Yun Jingheng's body, catching nothing.

Yun Jingheng landed ten meters behind him, turned, and continuously shuffled backward.

Yun Ming turned around, looking at his son.

"Not bad."

Yun Jingheng didn't speak.

He took out the Moon Palace from his storage Soul Tool and held it in his palm.

The small palace floated, five light ribbons swirling around it, thin and bright.

He injected soul power and tossed it into the sky.

"Moon Palace, full power, release!"

The Moon Palace blazed with light.

Silvery-white light ignited from the eaves, flowing along the moon phase patterns on the palace walls, circle by circle, like the ebb and flow of tides.

Five light ribbons spread out from the base, covering the entire training ground, a diameter of fifty meters, his current limit.

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

Yun Ming felt his body rising and falling with the fluctuations, the ground beneath his feet alternately heavy and light.

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

This was that Rank 6 Soul Tool?

There was no time for further thought.

The waves converged towards the center, all gravity pulling towards the Moon Palace itself.

Yun Ming was pulled towards the small palace, his steps sliding forward uncontrollably.

He frowned, his soul power erupting as he tried to break free.

But the direction of gravity kept changing, his strength was dispersed, and he couldn't find a fulcrum.

Then the gravity began to increase, growing stronger and stronger, so strong that his body became heavier and heavier, each step requiring effort, so strong that the tip of his spear began to sink slightly.

Just as he was adapting, the gravity suddenly weakened, his body becoming lighter, so light that a mere touch of his toes could make him float.

His first soul skill, as he thrust his spear tip out, the gravity suddenly changed direction, deflecting the spear tip.

Yun Ming's expression changed.

His spear thrust had been deflected?

It wasn't that he had missed; it was the gravity that had pulled the spear tip off course.

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

A Rank 6 Soul Tool that could change the direction of gravity, even deflecting his attacks.

What kind of heaven-defying thing had this kid created?

Suddenly, the gravitational field stabilized, fixing everything within the domain in its current position.

Yun Ming's body was frozen in place, unable to move.

He wasn't locked down; the gravity was pressing him down.

His feet were on the ground, but each step required ten times the usual effort.

The small palace hovered in mid-air, the five light ribbons spinning faster and faster, the gravitational field growing stronger.

Then he moved.

His first soul bone skill was released.

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

The patterns on his sword directly transformed into a full moon, shining with brilliant silver-white light.

His passive was locked in the full moon state.

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

A soul bone skill?

Yun Jingheng leaped into the air.

He raised the Moonlight Sword above his head and drew a circle in the air with the sword as his brush.

The circle lit up, silvery-white light condensing at the sword tip, forming a small moon that hung above his head.

The phantom of a Jade Rabbit appeared behind him, then ran and leaped around the moon, the moon growing larger and larger, Yun Jingheng's face beginning to pale.

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

Yun Jingheng pointed his sword at Yun Ming.

The Jade Rabbit moved.

It broke from its trajectory and leaped high, its four feet pushing off the void, pushing off that moon.

"Dong—" The sound was deep, like a bell.

The moon was kicked downwards by it, trailing a silver-white tail flame, smashing straight towards Yun Ming.

As the moon smashed down, Yun Jingheng unleashed three giant Moon Crescent Blades.

The silver-white full moon with a ten-meter radius trailed flames, falling like a true meteor from the sky.

The air was compressed, emitting a low hum, and the flagstones on the training ground began to crack, the fissures spreading outwards from beneath Yun Ming's feet.

The three Moon Blades were faster than the moon, forming a triangle formation that sealed off all of Yun Ming's escape routes.

The true damage from the Full Moon state ignored defense; each blade was enough to open a gash on an ordinary Soul Emperor.

Yun Ming looked up at the moon, his expression finally becoming a little serious.

He was suppressed by the tide lock, his feet feeling like they were filled with lead, but his hands could still move.

He raised the Sky-Supporting Spear, its tip landing on the first incoming Moon Blade.

"Clang—" The Moon Blade shattered, silver-white fragments exploding outwards, his tiger's mouth going numb from the shock.

The second one followed closely. He dodged to the side, the Moon Blade grazing his shoulder and leaving a cut on his jacket.

He didn't block the third one; there was no time. The moon was already overhead.

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

His soul power erupted, shattering the tide lock's gravitational field, and the ground exploded, creating a pit.

He raised the Sky-Supporting Spear, its shaft glowing with a dazzling golden light, meeting the moon.

"Bang—"

A massive shockwave exploded from the point of impact, tearing up a large section of flagstones on the training ground.

Feng Wuyu raised a hand to shield his face, pushed back a step by the blast wave.

Zhuo Shi stood his ground, but the hem of his robe fluttered wildly.

Cai Yue'er's hair was blown about, but she ignored it, her gaze fixed on the center of the field.

The moon shattered.

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

Yun Ming stood in place, the Sky-Supporting Spear held above his head, its tip still catching the shattered light of the moon.

Beneath his feet was a pit three meters in diameter. His jacket had several tears from the blast wave, and his hair was disheveled.

He looked down at his hand, his tiger's mouth cracked slightly, blood slowly seeping out.

He looked up at Yun Jingheng opposite him.

Yun Jingheng landed on the ground, the Moonlight Sword propped against it, gasping for breath.

His face was as pale as paper, not a drop of soul power left.

The Guanghan Palace descended from mid-air. He reached out to catch it, his hand trembling so badly he almost dropped it.

He put it into his storage soul tool, then looked up at Yun Ming.

"Below Soul Emperor, you can't beat me?" Yun Ming asked, his tone very calm.

Yun Jingheng didn't speak.

He panted, looking at Yun Ming's tiger's mouth, then at the large pit on the ground, and the overturned flagstones.

He nodded, "I can't."

Yun Ming looked at him and smiled.

He walked over and gently ruffled Yun Jingheng's hair.

"It's not that you can't beat me, it's that your soul power isn't enough. Driving a level six soul tool at level 39 won't last long before you're empty."

"If your soul power were sufficient, that last move might not have been something a Soul Emperor could withstand."

Yun Jingheng blinked, "Really?"

Yun Ming smiled and nodded, "Really, but your soul power isn't enough now, so don't be too arrogant."

He retracted his martial soul and turned to walk towards the edge of the field.

"Go back and train your soul power. When you reach level 50, then you can spar with me again."

Feng Wuyu stood in place, his expression shifting repeatedly before finally managing a sentence, "Fine, it's better than gathering dust on my shelf."

Zhuo Shi didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

He looked at the pit on the ground; that soul bone was quite valuable.

Cai Yue'er stood at the very edge, staring at the large pit in the center of the arena, her lips twitching.

She finally understood why that thing could be made and still function.

Because the person who made it didn't care if it could function.

He only cared if it could be used.

Long Yeyue leaned against a tree, while Ya Li kissed her son left and right.

Her lips curved slightly, and she turned and left.

"A rising star..."