Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 69: Soul Capturing Technique

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Soul Capturing Technique

Taking on a disciple?

When Ye Fei heard Shao Bing’s words, despite his usual composure, he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.

A cultivator taking on a martial artist as a disciple?

It was like a cat accepting a mouse as its disciple—natural enemies, fundamentally incompatible as master and student.

Such a thing had never appeared even in the memories of the Soul-controlling Demon. It probably hadn’t occurred on any cultivation planet across the vast universe.

However, Ye Fei understood that Earth, as a forsaken cultivation realm, had long lost its once-abundant cultivation resources and common knowledge.

Otherwise, how could a martial artist like Shao Bing bring up such a request?

"A cultivator? A martial artist? Haha, it would be rather amusing if I really accepted him as a disciple. It’s just a pity that I barely have enough time for my own cultivation, let alone teaching someone else!"

Moreover, the techniques Ye Fei controlled were all from the Soul-controlling Demon’s memories.

Any one of these techniques could easily create an unparalleled powerhouse; how could he casually share them?

Thus, Ye Fei coldly shook his head and said, "I don’t know why you’re doing this, or why you’ve been afflicted with some poisonous insect, but the Dao cannot be carelessly passed down. I won’t agree!"

After speaking, Ye Fei immediately turned to leave.

"No, no! Senior, please wait! I only wish for you to guide me in my cultivation, not to pass down the Dao. I would give everything I have for the chance that you might take me under your wing!"

Seeing Ye Fei about to leave, Shao Bing hurriedly dropped to his knees and kowtowed.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, and the small garden was deserted. No one recognized Shao Bing either.

Otherwise, if anyone knew that Shao Bing—a national-level expert—was kneeling and kowtowing to Ye Fei, a mere seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth, they would undoubtedly be shocked to their core.

Still, Shao Bing understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After all, cultivators were exceedingly rare on Earth nowadays. Most strong individuals were martial artists. Shao Bing had devoted himself to the path since childhood, and even his practice of medicine aimed to temper his character.

Encountering a senior cultivator was a chance he couldn’t let slip.

Only guidance—not the Dao?

And willing to give everything?

When Ye Fei heard Shao Bing’s words and saw his earnest and devout expression, he stopped in his tracks.

Although Ye Fei had reached the final steps of deducing the Soul-controlling Technique, there were still some flaws he couldn’t resolve.

While Shao Bing was a martial artist, he had another identity—a national-level expert.

If Ye Fei could obtain Shao Bing’s medical knowledge, he would undoubtedly speed up his deductions.

So Ye Fei sneered, "Are you truly willing to give everything?"

"Yes! I..."

Shao Bing was about to respond excitedly.

But before he could finish, Ye Fei raised his hand and said, "Don’t be so quick to promise! If you want me to guide you, I can—however, I need to do something to you. As a martial artist, you must have heard of the Soul Capturing Technique, right?"

"Soul... Soul Capturing?" Shao Bing’s face immediately changed upon hearing this.

He had indeed heard of the Soul Capturing Technique—a dominating enslavement skill. Once afflicted, one would instantly become the caster’s servant, and all their secrets would be exposed.

Although the Soul Capturing Technique didn’t erase one’s intellect, it placed one’s life and death entirely in the caster’s hands. If the caster wished for them to die, they would perish instantly.

Could Ye Fei intend to use the Soul Capturing Technique on him?

The thought made Shao Bing’s expression waver with hesitation.

While he was devoted to the Dao, that didn’t mean he was willing to become someone else’s slave.

Seeing his hesitation, Ye Fei sneered coldly and prepared to leave.

Shao Bing’s choice lay before him—whether to accept was entirely up to him.

After all, only by agreeing could Shao Bing truly prove his resolve to entrust his life to Ye Fei. Otherwise, why would Ye Fei bother guiding him?

Who knew how long Shao Bing wrestled with his thoughts.

Suddenly, Shao Bing gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to accept the Soul Capturing Technique in exchange for a chance to pursue the Dao!"

"You’re truly willing?"

Ye Fei fixed his gaze on Shao Bing’s eyes.

Shao Bing said nothing—he simply nodded firmly.

Upon seeing this, Ye Fei flicked his fingers. A point of black light shot into Shao Bing’s forehead, causing Shao Bing to begin convulsing.

"Don’t resist—accept it!" Ye Fei said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Shao Bing immediately stopped struggling.

The black light on his forehead grew brighter and finally returned to Ye Fei’s hand, carrying a strand of Shao Bing’s soul.

With this strand of soul, Ye Fei naturally accessed the information contained within Shao Bing’s memories.

It turned out that Shao Bing hailed from a small cultivation family, practicing since childhood yet achieving little due to improper methods.

If not for his devout commitment to the Dao, he would have accomplished even less.

He had been afflicted with a poisonous insect after saving a criminal from the Miao Region, which brought about this misfortune.

Of course, none of this mattered to Ye Fei; what interested him were the deep wells of medical knowledge buried in Shao Bing’s memories.

Just as Ye Fei anticipated.

Shao Bing’s title as a national-level expert was no exaggeration—his medical knowledge far outclassed his cultivation experience.

Even a cursory review of his knowledge illuminated several areas Ye Fei had previously struggled to understand, allowing further progress in his deductions.

Meanwhile, as Shao Bing remained kneeling after the successful Soul Capturing Technique, his eyes brimmed with gratitude. "Thank you, Master. Master, please accept a bow from your disciple!"

"Do not call me Master—I only agreed to guide you superficially. As for acknowledging you as a disciple, you’re still far from qualified!" Ye Fei said coldly.

Shao Bing flushed with shame at the remark, a tinge of disappointment creeping into his eyes.

Having undergone the Soul Capturing Technique, however, regret was not an option. He could only continue, "Then, Senior Ye, may I call you Teacher instead?"

"Teacher? Fine. Here’s a breathing skill I’ve modified based on your cultivation technique. Go back and practice it—I have other matters to attend to."

With a casual gesture, Ye Fei pointed at Shao Bing’s forehead, transferring the breathing skill into Shao Bing’s divine sense before turning to leave for good.

As Shao Bing carefully examined the breathing skill, his expression registered shock.

He realized the skill Ye Fei had given him was dozens of times more effective than his previous techniques—whether in cultivation results or speed, it was worlds apart!

Shao Bing immediately bowed deeply. "Thank you, Teacher. By the way, Teacher, where are you headed? How may I find you again?"

"If fate allows, we shall meet. If not, I’ll release you from the Soul Capturing Technique," Ye Fei said indifferently.

"Fate?"

Shao Bing froze in place.

But Ye Fei paid him no mind—his priority now was to return and finalize his deductions on the Soul-controlling Technique.

With a light step, Ye Fei vanished into thin air, leaving Shao Bing alone, staring blankly in place.