Chapter Seven: The Pavilion of Spiritual Arts (Second Update – Please Add to Favorites)

Hearing the words of the Dragon Flood Demon King, Ye Feng finally allowed his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, to slowly settle. The reason was simple: if the one who had plotted against him was a cultivator of the Celestial Lord level, then Ye Feng wouldn’t need to exhaust himself searching for the culprit. All he would have to do was wait quietly at home, wash his neck clean, and wait for his killer to come again.

But if his assailant was only of the Postnatal stage, then Second Brother Ye would certainly have something to say about it...

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He kept waiting and waiting, but two days later, Ye Feng was surprised that the Grand Elder had not come to trouble him. On the contrary, the matter of Ye Xiu’s death had stirred quite a commotion within the Ye family.

Almost all the younger generation of the clan were summoned by the Grand Elder for questioning, yet no one paid any attention to Ye Feng, nor did anyone suspect this dull-witted young master.

After several days of intense investigation, the matter ultimately came to nothing.

But this was not the result Ye Feng wanted. "I can't ignore Second Brother Ye! How else will I get my revenge?"

Despite this, Ye Feng did not dare to act rashly. Who knew if that wily old Grand Elder had secretly increased his vigilance?

"Well, let the old fox enjoy a few days of peace. I’ll use this opportunity to visit the Spirit Technique Pavilion and see if there’s a spirit technique suitable for me," Ye Feng mused as he headed for the family’s Spirit Technique Pavilion.

Having successfully practiced his cultivation method and condensed ten spirit lines, he was now eligible to select some offensive "spirit techniques" to cultivate.

After following a narrow path for several minutes, Ye Feng looked up to see the room marked with three blood-red characters reading "Spirit Technique Pavilion" above the entrance.

Hearing the sounds coming from within, Ye Feng was somewhat surprised. So many of the younger generation in the Ye family!

He let his thoughts wander to the powerful combat skills from his previous life, like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and, ignoring the others, walked straight in.

As he entered, the noise inside the pavilion filled his ears, making him frown in discomfort. Ye Feng muttered under his breath, "Isn’t the Spirit Technique Pavilion supposed to be like a library? Why is it so noisy?"

Though he disliked the atmosphere, since he was already here, there was no reason to turn back. He continued inward.

The pavilion was divided into an outer and an inner hall. In the outer hall, many wooden shelves held scrolls and books recording various spirit techniques.

Further inside lay the inner hall.

In the inner hall, which was easily over a thousand square meters, stood numerous copper statues. Some depicted the entire human body, with the acupoints and meridians all carefully marked. Others showed only legs or arms, also noted with specific acupoints and meridians.

These statues themselves were spirit techniques. However, they required the practitioner to have activated particular acupoints and meridians in their bodies.

At that moment, many young people were pressing their palms to the statues they fancied, closing their eyes in concentration. Others stood by, watching with great interest.

Whenever a statue under someone’s hand began to glow, the onlookers would let out exclamations of envy or delight. Generally, this meant the person had the aptitude to cultivate that spirit technique.

"Look, Cousin Ye Li has already made four statues light up," someone exclaimed as a leg-shaped statue in front of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth emitted a faint glow. Murmurs of admiration rose from the crowd.

"Just the other day, Cousin Ye Li managed to condense his eighteenth spirit line. Today, he’s here specially to choose a leg technique, preparing to hunt and bond with a powerful demon beast."

"Yes, the incident with Ye Xiu hit him hard. That was his only younger brother, and now he’s been killed out of nowhere..."

Hearing the crowd’s discussion, Ye Feng finally halted his steps, his gaze settling with interest on the youth in black brocade standing before a statue.

"So that’s Ye Li, the one who wanted to seize my courtyard? The Ye family’s foremost genius?" Ye Feng mused, leaning against a stone pillar and quietly watching Ye Li in front of the statue.

Eventually, Ye Li shook his head gloomily and left the leg statue, apparently dissatisfied with that particular technique.

Leaning leisurely against the stone pillar, Ye Feng watched as the young men and women tried their luck, his eyes roaming the inner hall.

In the spacious hall stood more than twenty copper statues. Each had a line drawn in white chalk two zhang away. If someone was attempting a statue, others had to wait outside the line to avoid disturbing them.

At the very center stood a massive copper statue of a hand, several zhang tall and silent. While the other statues all had lines of people waiting, this one stood alone.

Just as Ye Feng was puzzling over this, he suddenly noticed the entire hall had fallen silent. Not a sound could be heard.

Looking up, he saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen in a light yellow dress gracefully entering from the outer hall. Her destination was precisely where Ye Feng stood.

From the moment she entered, she became the focus of the hall—all eyes followed her as she walked, finally resting on Ye Feng beneath the stone pillar.

Only then did anyone notice Ye Feng’s presence.

Basking in countless looks of envy, jealousy, and resentment, Ye Feng grinned happily. This was one of only two friends he had in the Ye family. “Ying’er, you’re back?”

“Mm! Brother Ye Feng, what brings you here?” Surrounded by attention, the girl stood before him, her delicate white hand openly taking Ye Feng’s, a hint of confusion in her bright, beautiful eyes as she smiled at him, ignoring everyone else.

Looking at the girl before him, Ye Feng smiled naturally and sincerely. When everyone else avoided him, only she would approach.

To be honest, Ye Feng liked her—though only as an elder brother might love a sister.

Paying the fiery stares around them no mind, Ye Feng affectionately flicked the girl’s nose and raised his eyebrows in mock exasperation. “This is the Ye family’s Spirit Technique Pavilion! My surname is Ye as well—why can’t I be here? By the way, where’s Little Dragon? Didn’t he come with you?”

“Hmph! I heard someone tried to harm you again, Brother Ye Feng? This time I’ll tell Father for sure and have him track down the culprit.” The girl ignored his question, glaring angrily around the hall as if warning everyone, before standing firmly at Ye Feng’s side to show her support.

Soon, however, she withdrew her gaze, as if the others didn’t exist for her.

“Little Dragon has condensed his fifteenth spirit line. I think he went to see Uncle.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng’s brows rose. “Second Uncle has returned?”

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