I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

Yu Fei had slain nearly forty 7th-rank desolate beasts in total, but he had thrown some into the Decomposition Pool, leaving only twenty-three.

One by one, the desolate beasts, rich in Qi Blood, were taken out. Ah Zhen watched curiously, ignoring her Jade Dragon Rice. She clucked, her expression wary, as she slowly strutted over.

When Yu Fei took out the mutilated corpse of the last one—Mr. Hu—a ferocious and overwhelming wave of bloodlust surged to the sky. Ah Zhen was instantly startled. Her calls suddenly grew frantic, and she flapped her wings, flying several hundred meters into the air to escape.

The tiger’s might lingered even in death. This natural suppression on the food chain, its aura alone, was enough to scare her away.

Zhuo Feiming was so astonished she couldn’t speak.

First, his spatial ability, and now all these desolate beast corpses.

"This... You..."

"How in the world did you do it, kid? How big is your spatial storage? Can it hold living things...?"

Before Yu Fei could answer, her attention was drawn to the tiger’s corpse!

"This—what a colossal waste! Look at this! A perfectly good tiger hide, and you’ve scraped it to tatters. There isn’t even a palm-sized piece left intact!"

Tang Lihui also stepped forward to take a look.

"What a pity. This tiger beast had the potential to advance further. But I’m more curious about what kind of brutal battle could have led to this. For you to still kill it, Junior Brother... could it be that your physique is even tougher than this desolate beast’s?"

The three people present were all individuals of extraordinary perception. Just by looking at the wounds on the desolate beast corpses, they could deduce the kind of great battles Yu Fei had experienced!

’To purify his divine will, our youngest junior brother must have pushed himself to the brink of life and death, sublimating his very being. Facing 7th-rank desolate beasts with the body of a 5th-realm cultivator... he must have been seriously injured.’

This was probably the origin of all of Yu Fei’s hidden injuries.

Zhuo Feiming could almost picture it: in the pitch-black Eternal Night Forest, their junior brother wielding Zhanming, slowly grinding the desolate beasts to death. Yu Fei must have been severely injured in the process.

And the medicinal scent clinging to him suggested he had relied on the restorative power and vitality from numerous potent medicines to wear his opponents down.

The wounds on these desolate beasts were shallow and small; they had almost all been ground to death through sheer attrition.

For a 5th-realm cultivator to deal with 7th-rank desolate beasts, even breaking through their defenses was an incredible feat.

’However, besides purifying his divine will, such bloody battles would also activate the properties of all those medicines. But a foundation cobbled together like this might look strong, but it’s unstable!’

"Teacher, how can we remedy our junior brother’s condition?"

Tang Lihui asked solemnly, and Zhuo Feiming looked over at the same time.

"Remedy what?"

Yu Fei was a little confused. ’I feel crazy strong!’

Ye Shuping chuckled. "No destruction, no creation. While he’s advancing to the Gang Qi realm, he can forcefully cultivate the [Great Sun Glaze Body], smelt the various medicinal properties, and forge an unparalleled foundation. Just think, if he masters the Great Sun Glaze Body before becoming a Grandmaster, how powerful will he become after crossing the Grandmaster’s gate and receiving the feedback from the origin?"

"By doing this, his chances of mastering the [Vast Heaven True Form] in the future will increase by at least forty percent!"

Zhuo Feiming pondered for a moment, then said doubtfully, "Theoretically, it’s possible. But can his divine soul withstand it? We don’t want him to be burned into an idiot!"

Ye Shuping smiled. "Before he went to the Eternal Night Forest, he had comprehended over two thousand daos of conception. Now, they have been purified into one. Do you think his divine soul can’t withstand it?"

To be honest, Ye Shuping was also surprised. There was a limit to how many conceptions one could comprehend. On the surface, it depended on a Martial Artist’s aptitude, but the carrying capacity of their divine soul also restricted the upper limit.

When the number of conceptions Yu Fei had comprehended surpassed one thousand, he had a rough idea that this kid already possessed a divine soul comparable to a Grandmaster’s.

Only then did he come up with this crazy idea: to have him cultivate the [Great Sun Glaze Body] concurrently while advancing to the Gang Qi realm.

Thinking back, his attempt to test Yu Fei with the [Long Lake Forgetfulness Tea] last year was a complete waste of effort. The kid had put on an act and completely fooled him.

But now, he couldn’t be bothered to pry into the boy’s little secrets. His only fear was that Yu Fei wouldn’t be strong enough.

If Yu Fei could truly sweep through the current generation just like the Great Ancestor, it would be a blessing.

Tang Lihui nodded slightly. ’It seems possible, then. According to Teacher, Yu Fei’s divine soul isn’t weak. He can definitely handle it.’

"What are you nodding for? You’re not a Martial Saint. Acting like you know everything!"

Zhuo Feiming took a step forward, shoving Tang Lihui aside. "Junior Brother, where’s the Zhanming I gave you? Take it out and let me see!"

’The kid has a rare spatial ability, so he must carry Zhanming with him at all times. It’s so enviable!’

Yu Fei looked a little embarrassed. "Miss Zhuo, Zhanming is pretty badly damaged, but it seems to have undergone some strange changes."

As he spoke, he summoned Zhanming.

The blade was slightly bent. Its edge was covered in dense, jagged nicks, and some parts had been worn dull. The spine of the sword was a crosshatch of scratches, with some sunken pits as well.

The sword had clearly been through countless battles. Although it looked ruined, a potent Evil Qi surged from the blade. This Evil Qi alone was enough to fend off the divine will assaults of an ordinary Gang Qi Martial Artist.

"Excellent!"

Zhuo Feiming’s eyes lit up!

What she valued more was the intense spirituality on Zhanming. This was the weapon spirituality that even Grandmaster Martial Artists dreamed of.

As a Martial Saint, and a relatively rare Rune Master at that, she could sense that Zhanming’s aura was connected to Yu Fei’s. The sword was still sentient.

"Yu Fei, I am very pleased with how you’ve used this sword! Did you know that Zhanming now meets the conditions to evolve into a Grandmaster’s Spirit Weapon!"

"A Grandmaster’s Spirit Weapon?"

Yu Fei was confused; this was the first time he had ever heard the term.

"Like this!"

Zhuo Feiming reached out and grasped. The clear cry of a Vermilion Bird rang out as scorching flames rose and condensed into a dark-gold spear.

The spear floated in front of Zhuo Feiming, exuding an aura that was flamboyant, domineering, and pure. In Yu Fei’s perception, the spear seemed to be alive, its aura mingling with that of its master.