Soul Power Condenses into Threads, Sacred Flame Quenches the Origin

Brilliant golden light enveloped his entire body, causing his strength and defense to surge by thirty percent in an instant!

Without any flashy movements, he pushed off the ground, launching himself like a cannonball straight toward Yue Guan, the Light Blade condensed in his hand cleaving downward with a sharp, piercing whistle!

Yue Guan, however, merely stood his ground, not even bothering to release his martial soul.

He extended two fingers, flicking them into a delicate orchid gesture; it looked effortless, yet he caught Ye Feng's heavy, powerful Light Blade with pinpoint precision.

"Your speed is sufficient, but your power is too scattered."

"Your soul power has not been twisted into a single strand!"

While easily parrying the attack, Yue Guan offered his guidance, then gave his fingers a slight flick.

A gentle yet irresistible force surged forth, causing Ye Feng's Light Blade to dissipate instantly, forcing him to stagger back seven or eight steps before he could steady himself.

From the shadows nearby, Gui Mei watched this scene, his perpetually stoic face finally revealing a subtle, almost imperceptible nod.

Back when he and Chrysanthemum Guan were young, they were nowhere near as capable as this kid.

With this kind of ferocity and aptitude, he was a born warrior.

"Again!"

Yue Guan beckoned with his finger.

Condensing the Light Blade once more, this time, he did not rush forward; instead, he closed his eyes, carefully recalling the sensation of being flicked away.

Scattered...

His teacher said his power was too scattered.

It was like a handful of sand—it looked voluminous, but it collapsed at the slightest touch.

His teacher's power, however, was like a Steel Needle—seemingly tiny, yet capable of piercing anything!

Twisted into a single strand!

How does one twist it?

Ye Feng began to attempt to adjust the circulation of his soul power, no longer simply and crudely moving it from his dantian to his palm, but instead trying to make his soul power accelerate in a spiral motion through his meridians!

Hum!

The golden Light Blade in his hand trembled violently, its glow seemingly becoming more restrained, yet the sharp aura it emitted was significantly stronger than before!

"Go!"

Ye Feng let out a sharp shout and charged toward Yue Guan once more!

This time, Yue Guan's movements were no longer so casual.

He still extended two fingers, but his fingertips were now coated in a faint layer of pink soul power.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, as if metal had struck metal.

Ye Feng's Light Blade was held firmly in place, but this time, it did not dissipate instantly!

Although he still could not advance an inch, the blade itself vibrated violently, clashing crazily against the soul power at Yue Guan's fingertips!

"Now that is interesting."

Yue Guan's praise spilled from his lips:

"You understand how to compress it now, but it is not enough. Your compression is merely superficial—it is forced squeezing, not true fusion."

As his words fell, he exerted force with his fingers again.

Crack!

The Light Blade let out a mournful cry, snapping in the middle and dissolving into a sky full of light particles.

Ye Feng was knocked back again, but this time he only retreated three steps, and his blood flow remained steady; clearly, he had already adapted to this level of confrontation.

"Teacher, how do I achieve true fusion?"

Ye Feng asked with sincere intent.

"A good question."

Yue Guan stood with his hands behind his back and began to explain earnestly:

"Soul power has a life of its own; you cannot treat it as a dead object to be forcibly twisted. You must guide it, feel it, and let it be used by you willingly."

"Take your Light Blade for example: right now, you are merely piling a bunch of light elements together to form the shape of a blade."

"The true technique is to make every light particle connect with the others, forming a stable, unified structure, just like a craftsman forging tempered steel—through a thousand hammer blows, removing all impurities and fusing all the essence into one!"

"Tempered steel..."

Ye Feng muttered to himself, lost in thought.

He realized that his own conceptualized Light Particle Theory and his teacher's explanation shared a remarkably similar essence!

It was just that his teacher was explaining it from the perspective of combat technique, while he was conceiving it from the perspective of microscopic particle structure.

Different paths leading to the same destination!

"Again!"

Ye Feng's fighting spirit was thoroughly ignited; his eyes shone as he condensed the Light Blade for the third time.

This time, he did not attack immediately, but instead used his spiritual power to carefully perceive the flow of Soul Power within the Light Blade.

In his perception, countless golden light particles were colliding in a chaotic, disorderly fashion, repelling one another and remaining extremely unstable.

Guide! Merge!

With a thought, Ye Feng attempted to use his own spiritual power as a bridge to string these manic light particles together.

This process was a hundred times more difficult than simple compression, and the consumption of spiritual power was immense!

Within just a few breaths, fine beads of sweat had already seeped out onto Ye Feng's forehead.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, standing in the courtyard, both saw that Ye Feng was attempting a brand-new method; neither of them made a sound to disturb him, watching quietly instead.

Finally, just as Ye Feng's spiritual power was about to be exhausted, the form of the Light Blade underwent a marvelous change.

It was no longer a purely radiant form, but had taken on a hint of metallic texture; along the edge of the Light Blade, even fine, spiral-shaped patterns appeared.

Success!

Ye Feng felt a surge of joy in his heart, exerted force through his feet, and swung the Light Blade—which had condensed all his heart's blood—with all his might!

"Now that is more like it!"

Yue Guan let out a soft chuckle; this time, he finally did not use only two fingers.

He raised his right hand, joined his fingers into a sword shape, and pointed forward casually.

His fingertip collided precisely with the tip of the Light Blade.

There was no violent explosion, nor was there any ear-piercing sound.

Ye Feng's all-out strike was blocked silently just like that; the energy at the tip of the Light Blade continuously annihilated and dissipated beneath Yue Guan's fingertip.

After a stalemate that lasted for a full three seconds, the Light Blade finally collapsed completely.

Ye Feng gasped for air, his Soul Power completely exhausted, yet he began to laugh, laughing with incomparable delight.

"Many thanks for the guidance, Teacher!"

"You are a child worth teaching."

Yue Guan nodded with satisfaction:

"Your comprehension is excellent, and your combat instinct is extremely strong. Let us stop here for today; recover your Soul Power first, then prepare to consume the Holy Flame Grass."

"Yes, Teacher!"

Ye Feng immediately sat cross-legged and circulated his meditation technique to recover his depleted Soul Power.

One hour later, Ye Feng's Soul Power was fully restored, and his spirit was brimming.

"The medicinal power of the Holy Flame Grass is very gentle, but also very pure."

"It will not raise your Soul Power Level; it will only act upon the origin of your Martial Soul, purifying your light attribute."

"When absorbing it, do not think of anything else. Sink your mind into your Martial Soul and guide that energy to merge with it."

"This disciple understands."

Ye Feng opened it.

A peculiar herb, with its entire body burning with pale golden flames, lay quietly inside, and a warm, sacred aura rushed toward him.

Without hesitation, he picked up the Holy Flame Grass and placed it into his mouth.

The herb melted upon contact, transforming into a warm torrent that slid down his throat into his abdomen.

This energy was completely different from the violent nature of the Whale Rubber he had absorbed before; it was like the warm sun in winter, flowing gently through the meridians of his limbs and bones.

Ye Feng immediately followed Yue Guan's instructions, gathered his focus, and sank his consciousness into his Martial Soul—the Light and Shadow.