Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 195: The Entire Audience in Stupor

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: The Entire Audience in Stupor

The saying goes, "One does not let fertile water flow into others’ fields"—such treasures should naturally be reserved for one’s own.

Seeing that no one was stepping forward, Mu Yong deliberately chuckled and said, "What’s this? No one wants to fight for it? Then perhaps our disciples should compete to decide who the treasure belongs to..."

Mu Yong hadn’t finished speaking when Ye Fei suddenly walked forward and asked, "If I win, does the item belong to me?"

Someone dared to step out at this moment?

Courting death?

Everyone who heard Ye Fei’s words looked over in surprise, but their expressions quickly turned to ridicule.

Because Ye Fei was far too young!

He appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Yet here, among China’s Cultivation World’s so-called youthful talents, even the youngest was at least over twenty-five. Even the disciples of Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang, Innate Experts themselves, were all over twenty years old.

More importantly, no one sensed even a hint of a cultivator’s aura coming from Ye Fei.

If it weren’t for the fact that only cultivators could enter the Xuanyin Sect, some might have thought Ye Fei was an ordinary person!

The outsiders who had previously witnessed Ye Fei’s earlier actions, however, showed faintly shocked expressions and kept quiet.

On the high platform at the front.

Mu Yong frowned first.

By rights, after everything they’d said just now, no one should be tactless enough to step forward to challenge them.

Yet Ye Fei did, and he was so young.

Was this sheer ignorance of the stakes or the recklessness of youth?

Still, Mu Yong, being one of Xuanyin Sect’s managing elders, remained calm, smiling faintly and saying, "Little brother, you seem quite confident! From your tone, it sounds as though you’re determined to claim this treasure. May I ask whose esteemed disciple you are?"

As he spoke, Mu Yong glanced toward Ma Ning, standing behind Ye Fei.

Given Ma Ning’s age, anyone seeing them would surely assume Ma Ning was the master and Ye Fei the disciple—no one would guess Ma Ning was Ye Fei’s disciple!

But Ye Fei frowned and replied sharply, "I asked you a simple question. Answer yes or no. Why bother with all this chatter?"

Uproar!

Upon hearing Ye Fei’s words, the crowd erupted in astonishment!

Who had asked him just now?

Why, none other than Mu Yong, one of the Xuanyin Sect’s managing elders, a dignified Innate Expert!

And Ye Fei had the audacity to call him long-winded?

Was he tired of living, or what?

Mu Yong’s expression darkened instantly. His hand gripping the armrest trembled, making the chair creak ominously under his grip.

If not for the fact that today was Luo Wenchang’s birthday banquet, Mu Yong might have acted immediately to teach this insolent brat a lesson!

However, even though Mu Yong refrained from taking action, his disciple promptly stepped forward and snorted coldly, "Kid, are you seeking death?"

Boom!

With those words, a mighty aura belonging to the Peak of Hua Realm erupted from Mu Yong’s disciple, surging throughout the front hall in an instant.

"My heavens! Such concentrated power! This man has likely been honing his skills at the Peak of Hua Realm for quite some time, needing only an epiphany and a touch of fortune to break through to the Innate Realm!" someone exclaimed, shaken by the disciple’s aura.

Others nodded hurriedly, looking at Mu Yong’s disciple with awe and reverence.

Mu Yong’s disciple, seeing their reactions, arrogantly raised his head and glanced at Ye Fei, saying, "Kid, you’d best kneel now while you still can. Otherwise, if I, Kong Bin, make a move, you’ll be bidding farewell to this world in an instant!"

Ye Fei, however, paid him no mind and turned again to Mu Yong, asking, "If I win, does the item belong to me or not?"

"How bold!"

"So arrogant!"

"Unbelievably reckless!"

The entire crowd now thought Ye Fei had gone far beyond audacity—it was sheer madness!

To stand his ground before the Peak of Hua Realm, with an Innate Expert seated above, and still daring to question Mu Yong—this wasn’t ignorance; it was practically suicidal!

Mu Yong, seeing Ye Fei’s unrelenting attitude, simply sneered and ignored him, choosing to close his eyes in disdain.

As for his disciple Kong Bin, he smirked mockingly and said, "It’s true—if you win, the treasure is yours. But first, you’ll need to survive the next second!"

As his words fell.

Kong Bin lunged at Ye Fei instantly, extending a claw engulfed in billowing black energy—a display of overwhelming power.

"Master, isn’t the Xuanyin Sect supposed to specialize in Ghost Cultivation?" a young man in the crowd curiously asked the elder standing beside him.

Hearing this, the elder immediately explained, "That’s because the Xuanyin Sect’s cultivation methods differ from typical Ghost Cultivation—they focus more on corpse refinement."

"Corpse refinement? What does that mean? How’s it different from ordinary Ghost Cultivation?" the young man asked again, puzzled.

"Corpse refinement is one technique of the Ghost Cultivators," the elder explained. "It involves turning corpses, typically those dead for centuries or millennia with heavy corpse energy, into powerful zombies that can contend in battle. These zombies aren’t just covered in iron-like skin—they’re remarkably strong in combat!"

The elder’s expression grew reverent as he continued, "However, the Xuanyin Sect doesn’t refine corpses. Instead, they use corpse refinement techniques to refine their own bodies!"

"The reason Mu Yong is called the Nine Nether Ghost Hand is that he’s refined his entire body into a zombie-like state, with his hands reaching the pinnacle—a golden zombie level! This grants Mu Yong not only Ghost Cultivation techniques but also close-quarters combat capabilities on par with martial artists. The same is true of the other three elders as well!"

Listening to the elder’s explanation, the young man seemed to gain some understanding and asked again, "So is Kong Bin the same way?"

"Of course!"

The elder nodded, saying, "Kong Bin has mastered Mu Yong’s teachings completely. His hands have already reached the level of an iron zombie, capable of cutting through metal, shattering jade, and even directly challenging Innate Experts. Against anyone below Innate, he’s practically invincible!"

Hiss!

Everyone within earshot gasped collectively.

Hands capable of challenging Innate Experts?

And physical strength unrivaled by anyone below Innate?

Such an overwhelming power left everyone trembling with admiration and envy.

Kong Bin, hearing the crowd’s astonished gasps and reverent whispers, burst into loud laughter, saying, "Kid, I pity your foolishness for daring to provoke us like this!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ma Ning, who stood to the side and sneered: "Your master is just as useless as you, failing to teach you proper discipline. Did you think mastering a few basic techniques made you invincible? This lesson will cost you dearly—your life!"

With these words, Kong Bin leapt to Ye Fei, reaching out with one claw directly aimed at his throat.

The crowd, watching this scene, collectively shook their heads.

Some even turned disdainful gazes towards Ma Ning.

Not only had he raised such a dangerously arrogant disciple, but even now, with Ye Fei facing death, Ma Ning showed no trace of concern, remaining calm and composed.

Noticing the crowd’s looks toward him, Ma Ning finally spoke with a faint smile.

"Master, perhaps you should hold back to just one ten-thousandth... Oh no, I mean one-hundred-thousandth of your strength. If you accidentally kill him in one strike, the Xuanyin Sect might dispute it, causing unnecessary trouble."

As soon as these words fell, the entire hall was struck dumb.

One-hundred-thousandth of his strength?

Afraid of accidentally killing someone in one blow?

Ma Ning’s statement was like a boulder dropped into a tranquil lake, causing massive ripples of shock in the Xuanyin Sect’s front hall.

And then—"Master"?

Ma Ning, who appeared to be in his forties, why was he addressing the seventeen- or eighteen-year-old Ye Fei as "Master"?

This left everyone utterly baffled, their minds struggling to process what they had just heard.