Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 148: Profound Mystery

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Profound Mystery

The True Martial Sword Manual?

Upon seeing the four characters on the booklet, Ye Fei’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Because he had seen the owner of this manual before—a man named Zhang Sanfeng, the True Martial Emperor!

Of course, given Ye Fei’s age, it was naturally impossible for him to have personally met Master Zhang, the Wudang sect leader and founder of Tai Chi.

When Ye Fei mentioned that he had "seen" Zhang Sanfeng, it was through the memories of the Soul-controlling Demon Evil!

Back in the days before Earth became a wasteland, it had been a paradise for cultivators, and at that time, the most renowned figure was Zhang Sanfeng, the first person to integrate martial arts into cultivation!

It was even said that the Sword Cultivator lineage had been refined and perfected due to Zhang Sanfeng’s emergence. Through this, he earned the admiration of powerhouses like the Soul-controlling Demon Evil, who praised him with the phrase: "A sword that treads an unconventional path possesses the power to transcend realms."

Who would have thought that Fang Hao, out of mere curiosity, managed to directly obtain Zhang Sanfeng’s True Martial Sword Manual?

Although this True Martial Sword Manual was incomplete, and the wisdom contained within it paled in comparison to the intricacies of the Soul-controlling Technique,

this was Zhang Sanfeng’s last remaining work left on Earth before his ascension to the Cultivation Planet. It detailed the foundation and essence of Zhang Sanfeng’s martial arts!

However, it was a pity that Ye Fei was a demon cultivator. No matter how extraordinary the True Martial Sword Manual was, he had no interest in it. So, he casually tossed it into Ren Yuan’s hands.

Ren Yuan was stunned when he caught it, completely unable to comprehend why Ye Fei would return the True Martial Sword Manual to him. He immediately asked, "Senior... You... What is this..."

"This master doesn’t have use for it. What point is there in keeping it?" Ye Fei replied with a faint smile.

No use for it?

Ye Fei’s meaning, of course, was that he was a demon cultivator and had no use for the Sword Cultivator’s cultivation technique.

But in Ren Yuan’s ears, the explanation couldn’t be this straightforward!

Ren Yuan could not believe that a powerful cultivator like Ye Fei couldn’t comprehend the profundities within the True Martial Sword Manual!

Yet even so, Ye Fei still tossed the book back to him. There could only be one explanation!

Ye Fei considered the manual beneath him!

With this thought, Ren Yuan was struck by terror!

After all, the True Martial Sword Manual, despite being incomplete, was still a priceless treasure for Sword Cultivators. Otherwise, why would he and Huang Qing be willing to risk their lives to fight for it?

And yet Ye Fei dismissed it as unworthy? Did this not mean Ye Fei’s cultivation technique was even more powerful than the True Martial Sword Manual?

The combination of unparalleled power and an incomparable cultivation technique pushed an idea into Ren Yuan’s mind.

If he could follow such a powerful individual, he would surely ascend to even greater realms of cultivation, and the vengeance he had once abandoned could be exacted!

The moment this idea formed, it spread through Ren Yuan’s mind like a wildfire consuming withered grass.

It should be known that Sword Cultivators, though they use martial arts to attain the Dao, are still a branch of cultivators and thus possess some of a cultivator’s unique abilities.

Foreseeing fortune and averting calamity is one of them.

Such sudden intuitions, for Ren Yuan, were undeniably trustworthy!

And so, with a sudden thud, Ren Yuan knelt before Ye Fei and exclaimed, "Senior! Junior humbly begs you to take me in! I will work tirelessly to serve you, Senior!"

"Serve me? Heh, what can you do for me?" Ye Fei asked indifferently.

What could he do?

Killing?

But Ye Fei’s strength utterly eclipsed his. Anyone Ren Yuan could kill would likely be easily obliterated with a mere gesture from Ye Fei!

But beyond killing, Ren Yuan truly had no clue what he could offer. So he fell silent, dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Ye Fei turned and walked away.

As Ye Fei’s figure grew further and further away, Ren Yuan experienced an intense sensation that an invaluable opportunity was slipping away from him.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly when Ren Yuan suddenly shouted, "Senior, if you take me in, my life will belong entirely to you! Senior..."

Ren Yuan’s voice was loud and traveled far.

Yet Ye Fei’s figure was long gone, swallowed by the darkness of night, leaving Ren Yuan utterly despondent.

"Could it be... Could it be that I truly have no hope for revenge?" Ren Yuan muttered with a heavy sigh.

But at that moment, Ye Fei’s voice suddenly reached his ears: "Can you drive?"

"Drive?"

Ren Yuan froze momentarily, but then he erupted with joy and replied, "Yes! I can drive! And I’m an experienced driver!"

"An experienced driver? Then come along!"

Ye Fei’s voice disappeared once more, and his figure never revealed itself from the shadows of the night.

Upon hearing these words, Ren Yuan leapt to his feet and hurriedly chased after the direction Ye Fei had left...

Glaciers of East Siberia.

Due to the extreme cold weather, even wearing thick, insulated clothing could not shield against the biting chill.

Thus, the human presence in the area was astonishingly sparse.

However, partway up one icy peak sat an elderly man with snowy white hair.

His long hair merged seamlessly with the snowy surroundings, yet his face appeared youthful, like a man in his prime. What was most extraordinary was that he wore only a thin layer of clothing, as if he were not amidst the icy winds of Siberia but standing under the blazing summer sun.

Curiously, amidst the swirling snowstorm, the elderly man sat perfectly still, unmoving. Was he... dead?

The wind howled fiercely, and it was unclear how much time had passed when the sound of footsteps suddenly echoed. A man wrapped tightly from head to toe struggled against the cold to approach the elderly figure. Dropping to one knee, he said, "Victor, of the Demon King Hall, greets Lord Wang!"

Swish!

The elderly figure who had remained motionless opened his mouth slightly, speaking in a booming voice, "Did you bring the item?"

"N-No..." Victor stammered hesitantly.

"No?"

The elder’s eyes opened slightly, fixing their piercing gaze on Victor. Instantly, the snowflakes around him froze in mid-air, as if time itself had come to a halt.

Seeing this, Victor’s face turned as pale as a sheet, and he blurted out in terror, "Lord Wang, please quell your anger! We dispatched people to seize the True Martial Sword Manual, and initially, everything was foolproof. But something unexpected occurred—Huang Qing, who was Hua Realm proficient, died!"

"Huang Qing is dead?"

The elder’s brows furrowed as he asked, "How did he die?"

"I-I do not know..."

Victor barely managed the words when he felt the elder’s murderous intent pierce through him. Panic-stricken, he quickly added, "B-But we found Huang Qing’s corpse—it was from a single fatal strike!"

"A single fatal strike? Heh. Huang Qing may only be Hua Realm proficient, but within East China, there are few capable of eviscerating him without resistance, correct?" the elder remarked.

"Y-Yes!"

Victor nodded hastily, "Apart from those who have long secluded themselves from worldly matters, there are only three possibilities. The first is Shangguan Jingyun of the Shangguan Family, the second is Gui Xuzi of the True Essence Sect..."

"Shangguan Jingyun? Heh, although he holds the title of Innate Martial King, his strength is mediocre, ranking among the weakest of the Innate Martial Kings. Huang Qing was cunning himself and not weak; even if Shangguan Jingyun could kill him, a single fatal strike would be implausible!"

"As for Gui Xuzi of the True Essence Sect, age has taken its toll on him. Besides, he is the True Spirit Dharma King; when a Dharma King strikes, would they leave a corpse for others to find?"

Continuing, the elder turned to Victor and asked, "So who is the third person?"

"The one widely rumored to be Mr. Ye..."