Aboard the Flying Boat, Yun Che gave a final round of individual coaching to the two geniuses who had broken through to the early Grandmaster Realm.
One was Ye Feng, the humiliation fanatic, and the other was the Buddhist charlatan Jiang Renhua.
Apparently, Jiang Renhua had let a waterfall pound his skull for three days and nights before suddenly gaining an insight and breaking through smoothly.
This was within Yun Che's expectations. The burly, bald man with the sorrowful face seemed to possess extraordinary comprehension.
As for Ye Feng, although he had broken through just before their departure that day, he had lost a considerable amount of weight.
His eyes were sunken and dark, his lips dry and pale. Even simply standing seemed to make his legs tremble a little.
By contrast, Situ Xue, who had vanished with Ye Feng for several days, had a luminous complexion and a face flushed as though intoxicated.
Every so often, she would steal a glance at her dear Feng, occasionally rubbing her legs together as if savoring their final battle a few hours earlier.
Dear Feng's thrusts were so fierce! I loved them so much!
Yun Che secretly admired her. She truly lived up to her reputation as the once-terrifying Fated NPC.
People said all roads led to Rome, but Yun Che felt that Brother Feng's road led not to Rome, but to a life as a beast of burden.
If this kept up, sooner or later he would die from exhausting his seed.
"Ye Feng, cultivation is important, but you need to take care of your health too!"
"Can you really hold out through the competition in this state?"
Ye Feng's gaze was resolute. "Don't worry, Instructor. It'll take about two more days to reach Myriad Sword Peak from Falling Moon. I'll