Chapter 222: You Let Him Come

The inn in the Great Yan Imperial City was well-equipped, with even a training ground available.

At this moment, Ye Chen and Feng Wushuang were in the training ground.

"Wushuang, can you demonstrate the martial techniques you practice for me?" Ye Chen asked with a smile.

"Why, are you interested in learning?" Feng Wushuang blinked, smiling. "You were talking about taking me as your disciple, but now it seems I'm the one teaching you. Well, watch closely. In the Five Elements Sect, I cultivate the power of wind. I have only practiced two sets of martial techniques, one palm and one sword."

Teasingly, Feng Wushuang didn't refuse and immediately showcased her martial techniques.

She knew Ye Chen was more powerful than her, so she doubted he would be interested in her martial techniques, but she demonstrated them anyway.

"Your comprehension of wind is still lacking. Both your palm imprints and sword techniques lack essence," Ye Chen shook his head.

Feng Wushuang was momentarily stunned, then shook her head. Trying to understand his words would be difficult. Just as she was about to speak, her eyes flickered with excitement and disbelief. She covered her mouth and looked at Ye Chen, astonished.

Ye Chen's body started to stir up winds, his green robe fluttering, and his long hair billowing. Then, he extended his hand, gathering the wind in his palm.

"There's actually wind!" Feng Wushuang stared in astonishment. "Ye Chen, how did you do that?"

Ye Chen smiled and calmly explained, "All things in the world have spirits, and wind is also a living entity. You need to deeply comprehend it, see yourself as a part of the wind, and merge into it. Don't try to control it, but blend with it."

"See myself as a part of the wind, and merge into it," Feng Wushuang murmured, trying to grasp the meaning. Her mind was filled with thoughts, and she involuntarily sat down, contemplating deeply.

Ye Chen smiled, deciding not to disturb her further, and turned to walk back inside.

As for how much Feng Wushuang could comprehend, it would depend on her own aptitude. Although she hadn't formally become his disciple, Ye Chen didn't mind helping this kind-hearted girl.

Moreover, a month later, they might not meet again.

Feng Wushuang meditated in the training ground, unaware of the passage of time. Two days later, a howling wind suddenly filled the training ground, swirling around Feng Wushuang. The wind grew stronger and stronger, like a terrifying storm, yet Feng Wushuang, at the center of the storm, remained unharmed, as if the storm saw her as one of its own, protecting her from harm.

In the next moment, the storm surged into Feng Wushuang's body, and her aura instantly soared, breaking through to the Second Stage of Imperial Martial Realm.

Opening her eyes, Feng Wushuang's gaze was both excited and astonished.

She had broken through to the Imperial Martial Realm in just a few months, and though she was still far from reaching the peak of the First Stage, now she had successfully advanced.

The feeling was inexplicably wonderful and unbelievable.

"Not bad, your comprehension is quite good," Ye Chen smiled as he watched from the edge of the training ground.

"Ye Chen."

Feng Wushuang quickly looked at Ye Chen, knowing that her breakthrough was thanks to Ye Chen's guidance.

"I didn't expect your martial arts comprehension to be so strong. If you were a bit stronger, maybe I would really consider accepting you as my master," Feng Wushuang smiled sincerely, expressing her gratitude to Ye Chen.

"What level of strength do you idealize for your master?" Ye Chen asked.

"To become my master, they must be at least at the level of Saint Martial, and they must be a high-level Saint Martial," Feng Wushuang thought for a moment. Her previous master, Wind Master Feng Yangzi, was only at the first level of Saint Martial.

This statement was obviously meant to tease Ye Chen.

"Your requirements are quite simple," Ye Chen smiled.

"Simple?" Feng Wushuang was taken aback, then smiled, "Ye Chen, do you know what it means to be a high-level Saint Martial? With that level of strength, you could stand on equal footing with the masters of the Five Peaks Sword Sect. If you were born with good fortune, you might even become a prince of the Great Yan."

"Do you know what level of strength I possess?" Ye Chen smiled and asked.

Currently, he was at the Peak of the Void Crossing, let alone the peak of Saint Martial. Even the initial stage of Immortal Martial would be nothing in front of him.

"Even if you were Ye Wujin, you would only be at the sixth level of Saint Martial," Feng Wushuang snorted. The legendary Ye Wujin was only at the sixth level of Saint Martial.

Ye Chen smiled and was about to speak when suddenly, his expression changed. He looked outside the inn.

"Somebody's coming. It's your senior brother, and there's also a Saint Martial with him," Ye Chen said.

Feng Wushuang's expression changed slightly, and she also suppressed her smile, looking ahead.

Soon, two figures approached. The leading figure wore a gray robe and had white hair. He seemed to be nearing old age, but his eyes were extremely sharp, making ordinary people dare not meet his gaze.

As for Jin Yan, he followed behind.

"Why, can't even greet your master properly?" The old man approached, not looking at Ye Chen, but directly at Feng Wushuang, his words cold and filled with anger.

Feng Wushuang trembled inwardly, not out of fear, but out of unwillingness to accept her master's attitude.

"Master, I just want to ask one question. Did you really agree to let Jin Yan hand me over to Qingxuanzi and the others?" After a moment of silence, Feng Wushuang asked.

Feng Yangzi, her master, was the person she had respected the most before, but now she truly doubted everything because of Jin Yan's actions.

However, her fantasies were doomed to be shattered.

Feng Yangzi replied, "Qingxuanzi is the second true disciple of the Five Peaks Sword Sect. Being noticed by him is your good fortune. I didn't expect you to not only do immoral things, but also to collude with men outside, and even kill Qingxuanzi."

Feng Wushuang's face twitched, then she laughed.

It was a bitter laugh.

The last shred of her fantasy was completely shattered.

"Now, come with me and personally go to the Five Peaks Sword Sect to beg for forgiveness," Feng Yangzi looked at Feng Wushuang, then turned to look at Ye Chen, speaking almost as if giving an order, "And you, come with me to the Five Peaks Sword Sect as well, to take responsibility and apologize."

"Now, come with me and personally go to the Five Peaks Sword Sect to beg for forgiveness," Feng Yangzi looked at Feng Wushuang, then turned to look at Ye Chen, speaking almost as if giving an order, "And you, come with me to the Five Peaks Sword Sect as well, to take responsibility and apologize."

Qingxuanzi's death was related to Jin Yan, so Feng Yangzi was informed immediately.

Feng Wushuang was Feng Yangzi's disciple, and her direct involvement in Qingxuanzi's death implicated Feng Yangzi as well. Therefore, he hurried over, intending to bring Feng Wushuang and the murderer to the Five Peaks Sword Sect to beg for forgiveness.

Otherwise, if the Five Peaks Sword Sect were to come personally, not only would Feng Yangzi find it difficult to escape blame, but the entire Five Elements Sect would likely be implicated as well.

"Two days ago, Jin Yan expelled me from the sect. Now, I, Feng Wushuang, am no longer a member of the Five Elements Sect. You have no right to ask me to go with you," Feng Wushuang's expression turned cold.

Since she had severed all ties, there was no need to pretend to be friendly.

"You truly won't come with me?" Feng Yangzi stepped forward, his white hair standing upright, his robe billowing. The overwhelming pressure of a Saint Martial suddenly burst forth, filling the entire training ground.

Feng Wushuang took several steps back, feeling the pressure like a mountain, making it difficult to breathe.

The pressure of a Saint Martial was indeed too terrifying for her.

Even Jin Yan beside her couldn't help but step back, unable to withstand the pressure.

Only Ye Chen remained composed, his voice cold. "I thought you would be a good mentor to Feng Wushuang after imparting those words to her, but I didn't expect you to be so unworthy."

Feng Yangzi's eyes narrowed, directly glaring at Ye Chen.