Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 147: The Battle at the Bamboo Pavilion

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The Battle at the Bamboo Pavilion

Say it again?

Huang Qing, staring at Ye Fei who stood proudly atop the giant dragon’s head, was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What else could he say?

Even Ren Yuan, who had earlier called Ye Fei an idiot, now had his mouth wide open, utterly incredulous.

They simply couldn’t fathom, nor react in time, as to how someone like Ye Fei, who had seemed like a timid and ordinary young man just moments earlier, could suddenly transform into a peerless expert standing atop a giant dragon.

It was as if the heavens had played the ultimate cosmic joke on them.

And judging by Ye Fei’s earlier display of summoning a water dragon with just a wave of his hand, this was clearly a power that connected to the heavens and earth—a power exclusive to a True Spirit Dharma King!

"What’s wrong? Didn’t hear me clearly the first time either? I told you to say it again!" Ye Fei, standing on the dragon’s head, slowly lowered his gaze, coldly looking down on Huang Qing.

"I... I..."

Huang Qing trembled under Ye Fei’s chilling glare, all traces of his earlier arrogance now gone.

Who could have imagined that in seeking an easy victim to drain of their blood in order to heal his injuries, he would instead target a True Spirit Dharma King?

As everyone knew, magic users of the same level already held a significant advantage over martial artists in combat!

A True Spirit Dharma King, who could connect to the heavens and earth, was even more so!

And so, trembling, Huang Qing cupped his fists and stammered, "Se-Senior! This young one was momentarily reckless and didn’t know a senior expert was present. Please forgive me!"

"Forgive you?"

Ye Fei said coldly, "If an ant dared to offend you, would you pretend nothing happened and simply walk away?"

Of course not!

Huang Qing naturally understood that if someone weaker had offended him, his personality would compel him to kill them on the spot!

But now, with the roles reversed and himself as the weaker one, he could offer no rebuttal.

"I... I... I..."

Huang Qing stammered, his eyes flashing with uncertainty and calculation.

Ren Yuan, who knew Huang Qing’s temperament well, immediately shouted in alarm, "Watch out..."

Swish!

Ren Yuan’s warning came quickly, but Huang Qing, who had already been plotting, moved even faster.

In an instant, Huang Qing kicked off the ground, leaping toward Ye Fei with his sword raised. His face twisted into a sneer as he shouted, "So what if you’re a True Spirit Dharma King? Don’t you know that even a True Spirit Dharma King can’t withstand a martial artist at close range? Boy, you’re dead!"

As Huang Qing spoke, his sword was already at Ye Fei’s throat, just a hair’s breadth away from landing a killing strike.

Seeing that success was within his grasp, Huang Qing burst into laughter and continued mockingly, "Boy! Blame your own naivety! With such power, dying here is truly a waste. Even I feel sorry for you..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Huang Qing suddenly saw a hand growing larger in his vision, until it clamped around his throat.

Ye Fei casually grabbed Huang Qing with one hand and smiled faintly, "Feel sorry? I don’t think so."

"A-A dual master of magic and martial arts!"

Huang Qing, feeling the immense strength emanating from Ye Fei’s grip, was struck by utter despair!

Ye Fei, so young, appearing just seventeen or eighteen years old, was already a True Spirit Dharma King—an exceedingly rare talent!

But now Huang Qing realized Ye Fei was not only a magic user but also a martial artist, and to subdue him, a Hua Realm Martial Artist, so effortlessly meant only one thing:

Ye Fei was not just a True Spirit Dharma King; he was also an Innate Martial King!

A master of both domains!

What kind of monstrous existence was this?

But no matter how shocked Huang Qing was, Ye Fei showed no mercy.

Initially, Ye Fei had come merely to observe a Sword Cultivator’s ability to transcend levels. The later conflict was triggered only because of Huang Qing’s disrespect, and Ye Fei had intended to teach him a minor lesson for it.

But just now, Huang Qing had truly harbored killing intent toward Ye Fei.

And who was Ye Fei?

A Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator who was already extraordinary, let alone now at the Golden Core Stage!

Ye Fei’s eyes flashed with a glint of cold light, and a dark energy began to radiate from his palm.

Huang Qing, sensing this, turned pale with fright and shouted in alarm, "No... don’t kill me! I’m a mag—"

"A magician? You don’t even understand what being a demon truly means!"

Ye Fei’s voice was icy as the black light in his hand intensified, and Huang Qing’s body began to wither visibly, like autumn leaves falling in the wind. His essence was completely consumed by Ye Fei.

When Huang Qing’s inner strength was entirely drained, Ye Fei discarded his lifeless body like refuse, tossing it aside and saying coldly, "I am the true demon."

Plop!

Watching Huang Qing’s withered corpse fall into the water, Ren Yuan felt a chill run through his heart.

Huang Qing may have been despicable, but he was still a Hua Realm expert like Ren Yuan. Yet in the face of Ye Fei, he was slaughtered as easily as a chicken.

Moreover, to master both magic and martial arts and to exist as a Dual King—this left Ren Yuan utterly paralyzed with fear, devoid of even the thought of escape. All he could do was kneel before Ye Fei, saying, "Thank you, Senior, for eliminating this villain. I am eternally grateful!"

"Grateful? If you’re so grateful, then answer a few of my questions." Ye Fei said indifferently.

"Yes, of course! I’ll answer truthfully to the best of my ability!" Ren Yuan hurriedly replied.

Seeing this, Ye Fei stepped forward, as though descending a staircase, walking slowly from the sky to the bamboo pavilion below.

The massive water dragon dispersed with a crash, merging back into Spring Lake, restoring calm to the water’s surface.

Ren Yuan, even more shaken, hurried down to the pavilion, standing respectfully as he awaited Ye Fei’s questions.

"Are you a Sword Cultivator?" Ye Fei asked after scrutinizing Ren Yuan for a moment.

"Yes, Senior, you have an extraordinary eye!" Ren Yuan quickly answered.

So, he’s a Sword Cultivator?

Hearing this, Ye Fei furrowed his brows slightly.

Seeing this, Ren Yuan’s heart tightened, and he cautiously asked, "Se-Senior, is there something wrong?"

"Not really. You’re just somewhat different from the Sword Cultivators I imagined." Ye Fei waved it off.

"Different?"

Hearing this, Ren Yuan couldn’t help but ask in confusion, "May I ask, Senior, what’s different?"

"I’ve heard that Sword Cultivators, using martial skills to ascend to the Dao, are exceptional in combat and even capable of transcending levels. Yet you seem... rather weak." Ye Fei said indifferently.

"Weak?"

Ren Yuan looked embarrassed at first, but soon forced a bitter smile as he replied, "Senior’s description does reflect the original essence of Sword Cultivators. Today’s Sword Cultivators, however, can’t even compare to magic users. At best, we’re barely on par with martial artists. Weakness is only natural!"

"Oh? Why have Sword Cultivators become so feeble nowadays?" Ye Fei asked curiously.

"That... that’s because the inheritance of Sword Cultivators was completely severed thousands of years ago. People like us can only grope our way forward, trying to cultivate as best we can!"

As he spoke, Ren Yuan took out a tattered booklet with a sigh and said, "The reason Huang Qing and I fought was over this incomplete cultivation technique with some connection to Sword Cultivators. It’s been over a thousand years since a Sword Cultivator achieved the Innate Stage!"

A thousand years without an Innate Expert?

Hearing this, Ye Fei immediately took the booklet from Ren Yuan’s hands. On its surface were several almost illegible characters: True Martial Sword Manual!