Han Bingning's beautiful eyes were also fixed on Ye Xuan, brimming with undisguisable shock.
That was a restriction that even a peak Wheel Sea Realm cultivator might not be able to break, yet Ye Xuan, who was only in the Meridian Opening Realm, had broken it just like that?
Her heart churned like an overturned sea; words simply could not describe it!
In fact, part of the reason she had not immediately helped Ye Xuan was that she wanted to test him.
She had wanted Ye Xuan to retreat before the difficulty, then ask her, his master, to intervene.
That way, she could indulge her vanity a little.
After all, ever since taking this disciple, she had suffered so many blows that she had even begun to lose confidence.
She had wanted to regain some confidence this way.
But who could have known...
Alas, Han Bingning's pitiful confidence took another blow, and she could only spit out two words inwardly: What a freak!!!
Ye Xuan, however, knew nothing of what his beautiful master or that shifty-browed old man was thinking. He had already begun examining the martial technique inside the ball of light.
"Emperor Art!"
There were only those three characters. Judging by the name, it should be a close-combat martial technique.
As for its grade, none was written.
Ye Xuan did not mind. Activating his divine eyes, he began rapidly leafing through the booklet.
"H-he's starting to cultivate it already?" Seeing this, the shifty-eyed old man could not help transmitting his voice to Han Bingning.
"Haste makes waste. Though he possesses the Chaos Sacred Body, a rarity across the ages, mastering the Emperor Formula is certainly not something he can accomplish in a short time."
"Little Ning'er, why aren't you reminding him to cultivate it after he gets back? Is this how you teach your disciple?"
The old man was exasperated that iron would not become steel.
Han Bingning, however, ignored him.
In the past, she would certainly have reminded Ye Xuan not to rush recklessly for results, and to select a few more martial techniques before going back to cultivate them together.
But now, she really feared another slap in the face.
Seeing Han Bingning ignore him, the old man immediately grew unhappy, puffing out his beard and glaring in anger.
"Little Ning'er, what kind of attitude is that?"
Yet, just as his words fell-
Buzz!
A streak of golden light abruptly emerged from within Ye Xuan.
The next instant, Ye Xuan clenched his right fist and punched forward.
Boom!
Golden light blazed, and a vortex of fist shadows resembled a black hole devouring everything.
Immediately afterward, as the air exploded, fine spatial cracks appeared in space.
"Th-this..." The old man was stunned speechless, his hunched back unconsciously straightening considerably in that instant.
Han Bingning's lips twitched as well. Thank goodness I didn't say anything I shouldn't have, or I'd be rolling all over the floor in embarrassment, looking for a crack to crawl into again.
Ye Xuan opened his eyes and strode toward the second ball of light.
Using almost the same method, he quickly broke the ball of light's restriction, then began cultivating.
Cultivating the Emperor Art took ten minutes.
Cultivating the Azure Dragon Roar took eight minutes.
Cultivating the Thunder God Palm took six minutes.
Cultivating the Deadly Sword Strike took three minutes.
Watching this, Han Bingning and the shifty-eyed old man simply had no idea how to describe their feelings.
At first, they were shocked, then they went wild, then they grew numb, and finally, they had completely adapted.
The old man's gaze grew even shiftier as he looked at Ye Xuan, his eyes burning.
"Master, I'm done cultivating. Let's head back."
Ye Xuan did not continue opening balls of light to cultivate. Biting off more than he could chew was unnecessary.
Under the old man's burning gaze, he could not help shuddering. Then he hurriedly slipped behind Han Bingning and spoke quickly.
What's with that old man's gaze? He doesn't have that sort of fetish, does he?
Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps all over.
"Little Xuanzi, what's with that expression? Come, come, let this old man take a good look at you."
Seeing Ye Xuan's expression, the old man immediately grew displeased, puffing out his beard and glaring.
With his status and standing, when had anyone ever shown him such distaste?
Never mind those disciples-even among the elders of the holy lands, countless people wanted to become his students, crying and begging for his guidance without ever getting it.
Ye Xuan shuddered and hastily said, "No, no. My mother taught me from childhood that boys need to protect themselves when they're out."
"What?" The old man was dumbfounded.
Han Bingning's lips could not help twitching either. The next second, she grabbed Ye Xuan and vanished from the ninth floor.
"The Holy Son came out so soon?"
"Alas, it seems even the Holy Son couldn't break those balls of light's restrictions."
"Exactly. I guarantee the Holy Lord helped him."
Seeing Han Bingning and Ye Xuan emerge from the Martial Techniques Tower, the floor masters, bored out of their minds, could not help conversing through voice transmissions.
What a joke. How long had they even been inside? Even with the Holy Son's unparalleled talent, he absolutely could not have broken the balls of light's restrictions.
As they chatted, they also felt a little disappointed.
In truth, they had still wanted to see the Holy Son break those balls of light's restrictions himself.
"Alas, though the Holy Son's talent is unparalleled, his cultivation is still rather low. It's normal that he couldn't break them. There's no need for everyone to be so disappointed."
"If he really could break those restrictions alone, that would be strange."
Another floor master transmitted his voice.
The other floor masters nodded.
Indeed, even with monstrous talent, cultivation was a chasm that could not be crossed.
Just then, the ninth-floor master finally could not hold back and snorted. "You lot don't know shit!"
"That little fellow not only broke four balls of light's restrictions, he even successfully cultivated all four techniques!"
At these words, the other eight floor masters were stunned, all falling silent at once.
A long while later.
"N-no way, right? Senior Brother Wu, you're joking, aren't you?"
"Senior Brother Wu, that joke isn't funny at all. You can't joke about things like that."
"Senior Brother Wu, did you drink some counterfeit liquor and get a little tipsy?"
Hearing this, the ninth-floor master bared his teeth, nearly stamping his feet. "Believe it or not! Do you think I have the leisure to joke with you?"
With that, he could no longer be bothered to acknowledge the floor masters below.
Even as those floor masters kept questioning him, he gave no further response.
Only when their elder brother stopped responding did the eight floor masters realize something was wrong, and they sank into a long silence.
Holy Son Hall.
"Ye Xuan, cultivate on your own for now. Send your master a message if anything comes up. I'll head back first."
After bringing Ye Xuan back, Han Bingning left him with those words and disappeared, as irresponsible as ever.
Watching Han Bingning's retreating figure vanish, Ye Xuan felt deeply aggrieved.
What's wrong with my master? Why is she like this every time?
As he was thinking this-
Bang!
A tremendous crash suddenly came from outside.
Ye Xuan ran out to look and saw that a palace had been knocked down.
"Master!"
Ye Xuan jumped in fright and hurriedly waved to his beautiful master.
"I'm fine. Honestly, this palace is far too flimsy."
Han Bingning coldly left those words behind. With a casual wave of her hand, the collapsed palace was restored, and she vanished again.
But soon-
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sounds of palaces collapsing rang out one after another in the distance.
Ye Xuan's lips twitched, and he could not calm down for a long time.
What on earth is wrong with Master?