It's not stealing it's my disciples

Wang Lufei, where did your Colored Arm … come from?" He Yiming asked, watching the young cultivator casually eat hot pot in the Sect Square.

"It's only natural for a cultivator king to be armed, right?" Wang Lufei answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He Yiming stared at him. The logic was absurd, but after dealing with these players for so long, he had learned not to question it too much. Instead, he probed deeper.

"So… you modified Martial Arts until it evolved into this?" He Yiming muttered, intrigued.

Originally, he hadn't paid much attention to this ability, but now he realized the potential. Without hesitation, He Yiming decided to learn it himself.

"Colored Arm." He whispered, and his right index finger instantly turned jet black.

He raised his hand and casually swiped at a stone beside him.

A clean cut.

He Yiming's eyes widened. He had only applied minimal force, yet the stone split apart like butter.

"Impressive."

Unlike the players, He Yiming was already at the mid-stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm, and he had cultivated the Azure Emperor Immortal Body. If Wang Lufei could create this much power with his technique, how much stronger would it be when wielded by a true expert?

His mind raced with possibilities, but he wanted to test it in combat.

Descending the mountain, he quickly spotted a War Hunchback Beast.

The beast saw him as well. With a shrill cry, it charged at him in excitement.

He Yiming didn't move. Instead, he clenched his right fist, channeling power into his arm.

Boom!

His punch landed, sending the War Hunchback Beast tumbling several meters away. Blood splattered across the ground as the beast howled in pain.

"Now, let's try this…" He Yiming muttered, flexing his right hand as it turned pitch black.

The beast, though injured, was furious. It roared and charged again, its massive hooves thundering across the ground.

He Yiming didn't dodge.

Instead, he raised his right hand.

Boom!

The War Hunchback Beast's attack slammed into his arm, but instead of knocking He Yiming away, the force was completely absorbed. The beast staggered back in shock.

He Yiming remained standing, his arm completely unharmed.

"This… is too strong."

His grin widened. If Wang Lufei's version was already effective, his own application of the Colored Arm was even more terrifying.

Tightening his fist, he lunged forward.

Boom!

The beast's thick hide, tough enough to resist swords and arrows, shattered under his strike. The skull, the hardest part of its body, cracked like fragile glass.

The fight was over.

He Yiming stared at his own fist, feeling the lingering power.

"Good… this is good."

This ability, born from a player's wild imagination, turned out to be a priceless combat technique.

And since he was their Sect Master… wasn't it only natural for this to be his as well?

Laughing lightly, He Yiming turned and walked back up the mountain.

Suppressing his urge to smile, He Yiming summoned all the players to the Sect Square.

As the players gathered, murmurs filled the air.

"Brother Ming's about to announce something big!"

"Maybe a new map is opening?"

"Or new enemies? The War Hunchback Beasts are getting too easy."

Excitement buzzed through the crowd.

He Yiming surveyed his disciples. Their cultivation bases had risen sharply, and even the weakest among them had improved threefold.

At this rate, they'd all reach the peak of the Body Forging Realm soon.

But to break through to the Spirit Vein Realm… they would need spirit-elevating pills.

He made a mental note to start cultivating spiritual herbs soon, but for now, he had something else to announce.

"The disciples have performed well. This Sect Master is very pleased."

The players straightened, eager for the news.

"There are two who stood out the most. First Ice Man. Wang Lufei. Step forward."

The two players stepped forward excitedly.

"They invented Frost Arrow and Colored Arm, contributing greatly to the sect.

"As such, from today onward, they will be Inner Disciples."

The players gasped.

"Inner disciple?!"

"What does that mean?!"

A golden text appeared above Wang Lufei and First Ice Man.

Inner Disciple

At the moment, the title had no practical effect apart from being able to record in game.

But it looked cool.

And that, more than anything, was what mattered most.