Chapter 3: Return of the War God
Chapter 3: The Battle Saint Technique! Three Punches to Crush Murong Hai!
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
This was the only sensation Ye Wuque felt at that moment.
Inside a simple and modest small house, Ye Wuque struggled to maintain a sitting posture. His body was burning, and his once fair skin had turned bright red!
Large beads of sweat poured from his body, but they were instantly evaporated by the terrifyingly high temperature of his body.
His eyes were tightly shut, his brow furrowed slightly. Though his face remained expressionless, one could easily see from his clenched jaw that Ye Wuque was enduring immense pain.
"Buzz"
"Crash"
Sounds like roaring rivers and crashing waves came from within Ye Wuque’s body. If one looked closely, they would notice that every inch of his skin was twitching slightly!
It was as though an immense, uncontrollable force was surging through his body!
His flesh seemed to be torn apart by a brutal force!
His soul felt as if it were being scraped by cold blades continuously!
Despite the overwhelming pain assaulting his senses, the willpower that had been tempered for ten years helped this fifteen-year-old boy endure!
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Even under such agony, Ye Wuque managed to stay conscious.
"My body... seems to be undergoing an enormous change! This change... is the Saint Law’s essence that I’ve gained after ten years of obliteration!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Like muffled thunder, a violent explosion rang out from within his body. The sitting Ye Wuque’s body suddenly swayed, followed by intense tremors. The subtle movements on his skin increased dramatically, many times over!
Pain!
The pain, which penetrated to the bones and soul, engulfed Ye Wuque’s nerves. He felt as if he were at the center of ten erupting volcanoes!
Burning, tearing, scraping... the pain, far worse than before, overwhelmed him in a way that could not be described. Even with his strong will, Ye Wuque was on the verge of breaking down.
His bodily senses began to numb, and his once-clear consciousness began to fade.
It seemed as though in the next moment, Ye Wuque would lose consciousness forever, never to wake again.
"Hold on! Hold on! I can't pass out! I mustn’t pass out!"
A silent roar echoed in his mind. Sweat drenched his body. Though everything was pitch black in front of him, and his ears were filled with deafening roars, the excruciating pain raged through his nerves like a tidal wave!
Every breath seemed to last forever. Ye Wuque was almost driven mad!
"Boom!"
"Crash!"
The roaring river sounds grew even more intense, the muscles beneath his skin had become tight, and his thick veins bulged out like vicious snakes, clearly visible.
Pain had reached its peak!
Endurance had hit its limit!
Yet Ye Wuque gritted his teeth and persisted!
Even if he were to die, he would never give up!
No one knew how terrifying the obsession in this boy's heart was. It seemed resilient and unyielding, but in truth, it was an obsession close to madness.
"Sigh..."
At the moment of life and death, a sigh came from deep within Ye Wuque’s mind. It carried a loneliness that seemed to permeate the ages, mixed with a hint of confusion, as if he were awakened from a long slumber.
"Buzz"
A flash of golden light appeared behind Ye Wuque’s head.
At that moment, Ye Wuque, whose consciousness had almost dried up, suddenly felt a coolness wash over him. It was as if the cracked, dry earth had been revived by a refreshing downpour from the heavens.
"Buzz"
His blurry consciousness cleared under this sudden rush of coolness. What had once been a pitch-black world suddenly brightened. Everything around him began to change!
"Is this... my internal organs? This is the inside of my body?"
What appeared before Ye Wuque was a strange sight.
His beating heart, the complex and orderly veins, the wriggling stomach, the kidneys that resembled two furnaces, and the shiny liver... all of it amazed Ye Wuque with an endless sense of novelty.
"Crash" "Boom"
At this moment, Ye Wuque finally understood the source of the continuous roaring sounds coming from his body.
These sounds belonged to the most important foundation of a cultivator... the vital energy and blood!
If Murong Changqing could see this scene, he would be utterly shocked, because inside Ye Wuque’s body was the very energy and blood he had once believed to be completely dried up.
In his peculiar state, Ye Wuque seemed unfazed by the existence of his vital energy and blood. His attention was entirely captivated by a brilliant light cluster located three inches below his navel!
"The Saint Law Essence! This is the Saint Law Essence I’ve struggled to cultivate for ten years! I’ve locked the vital energy and nourished the essence! Heaven has not forsaken the determined! I’ve finally succeeded! Hahahaha... it’s finally been formed!"
A huge wave of joy filled Ye Wuque, and the magnificent, pulsating light cluster in his spiritual vision seemed like a grand, mighty star, exuding an immense and overwhelming battle intent!
The pain still persisted, but under Ye Wuque's immense perseverance and the gradual coolness spreading in his mind, his condition was far better than the near-death state he had been in earlier.
After confirming that the Saint Law Essence had been successfully condensed, Ye Wuque began shifting his perspective, carefully observing the internal state of his body.
However, the sight before him caused a great shock in Ye Wuque’s heart!
Gold, faint gold!
The once crimson vital energy and blood had unknowingly acquired a faint golden glow!
"Red blood tinged with gold? How is this possible? What has happened?"
The enormous confusion made Ye Wuque unable to comprehend. His "gaze" traced the direction of the vital energy, following it all the way to the golden light cluster!
All the vital energy and blood were surging out from the Saint Law Essence.
"For the past ten years, I’ve tightly locked all my vital energy in the Dantian to nourish the Saint Law Essence. Not a single drop has leaked out. Now that the work is complete, the vital energy has changed. Could this all be caused by the Saint Law Essence?"
Upon reaching this conclusion, Ye Wuque understood the source of the intense pain.
The Saint Law Essence had successfully condensed, and the vital energy that had long merged with the essence was now trying to break out of the Dantian to complete its final step. This process felt like skin being peeled away, bones being torn apart—it was excruciating beyond measure, and happening inside the body, unseen and unbearable for anyone to endure.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz"
It felt as though an instant had passed, yet it also felt like an eternity. All the vital energy and blood that had been locked in the Dantian surged out, flooding back into the body, filling the internal organs, muscles, and veins. In an instant, Ye Wuque felt as if he had returned to the time when he first began cultivating at the age of five.
The golden-red vital energy was incredibly powerful, flowing endlessly—this was the beginning of a cultivator’s strength.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, the cool sensation from above disappeared. Ye Wuque’s body jolted, his vision darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his physical form.
"Boom!"
He fell straight backward, lying on the wooden bed in a disheveled manner, drenched in sweat as if he had just been pulled out of a river. His eyes, which seemed naturally brilliant, were filled with joy, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward, expressing the happiness of finally achieving the completion of his ten years of hardship. But there was something else in his expression, as if he was waiting for something.
After a long time.
"Sigh..."
The same sigh from before echoed in Ye Wuque’s mind. Upon hearing it, Ye Wuque couldn’t help but smile—a smile that hadn’t appeared in ten years.
It was a smile of comfort and relief, the kind one would have when reunited with an old friend.
"Ye, long time no see."
A youthful, melodious voice came from Ye Wuque's lips, seeming like a self-talk, yet also as if he were speaking to someone.
"Ten years of annihilation, and I finally achieved transformation. Ye Wuque, you truly... are remarkable."
After a long pause, a voice, sounding somewhat ancient yet unmistakably youthful, slowly reverberated in Ye Wuque’s mind. It seemed as though the voice’s owner was a man only a few years older than Ye Wuque.
"Buzz"
A faint golden light flashed, and Ye Wuque closed his eyes again. His mind, or rather his spiritual space, trembled slightly. That strange yet familiar feeling spread through his heart.
"I didn’t expect that after ten years of slumber, you actually succeeded in condensing the Saint Battle Law Essence, which awakened me. Heh, it seems that although you were young back then, you ultimately chose this path of annihilation."
The voice that Ye Wuque called "Empty" seemed to have just woken up from slumber. It carried a touch of laziness, but its tone of admiration was unmistakable.
"Ye, thanks again. You've been asleep for ten years, have you remembered anything about yourself?"
Ye Wuque, smiling, asked a question.
It seemed that Ye Wuque didn’t expect this question. He paused for a moment before replying with a smile, “No, although I still can’t remember who I am, the remaining spiritual power has recovered a bit, enough to keep me awake. If it weren’t for you opening the Daylight Ban of the Sun and Moon Stars Ten years ago and allowing me to reside in your spiritual space, I might have disappeared by now.”
Lying down, Ye Wuque smiled faintly, suddenly raising his right hand and pulling out an envelope from his chest.
The envelope appeared ordinary, with no writing on its surface. However, as Ye Wuque held it, his expression turned sorrowful and lonely.
“Sigh, so it’s true. It was this obsession that kept you willing to fade away for ten years, abandoning your unparalleled talent to condense the essence of the Saint’s Law, right? Was it all just to open this letter? Let me ask you, Ye Wuque, do you regret this choice?”
Seeing the letter in Ye Wuque's hand, Kong could not help but continue to ask.
“Do you know that if you hadn’t chosen to condense the essence of the Saint Law, with your qualifications, your cultivation would be much higher by now? But because of the Saint Law, you have remained at the fifth level of Body Refinement for all these years. Was it worth it?”
Kong's questions echoed in Ye Wuque’s mind. Looking at the letter in his hand, Ye Wuque smiled softly, “Worth it? Of course, it’s worth it.”
“Since I can remember, I have always been with Uncle Fu. When I was four, Uncle Fu brought me to the Murong family, left this letter and the Blood Dragon Jade, and quietly disappeared. I can’t remember anything from before I was four. All I know is that my name is Ye Wuque, but I don’t know who I am, who my parents are, or where my hometown is.”
At this point, Ye Wuque’s expression became warm and nostalgic, but he didn’t stop. These were the things he had kept buried for ten years, and he could only share them with Kong.
“In some scattered images from before I was four, I vaguely remember that although Uncle Fu wasn’t my father, he treated me like his own child. I seemed to have traveled with him to many places before eventually arriving at the Murong family. My origins, I don’t know, but I had one hope: the letter and the Blood Dragon Jade Uncle Fu left behind.”
“Kong, after Uncle Fu left, I was deeply sad. I stumbled to that place and inadvertently unlocked the Daylight Ban of the Sun and Moon Stars, where I met you. You told me that a Saint Law restriction had been placed on the letter, and no matter how high my cultivation would become in the future, I would never be able to open it without knowing the Saint Law…”
Kong fell silent for a moment.
Ye Wuque’s words were clear to him. To this young man, no level of cultivation could compare to his attachment to family. He didn’t know who he was, where he came from, or where his parents or hometown were. The only clue he had was the letter and the Blood Dragon Jade.
How similar Ye Wuque was to him!
“I have forgotten myself, and he has never known who he was. We are both searching, hoping to find our roots.”
The small house fell into silence.
After a long pause, Kong broke the silence.
“Heh... Do you know, Ye Wuque, after your ten years of self-dissolution, you have mastered the Battle Saint Law, and it will become your greatest fortune! One day, you will realize how correct your choice was! To have cultivated the Saint Law at the Body Refinement stage... Such a fate, such an opportunity…”
The voice full of admiration and joy reverberated in Ye Wuque’s mind. He was momentarily stunned, but soon recalled the duel with Murong Tian. His expression became solemn.
“Buzz!”
With a thought, the golden-red blood energy within him surged violently. Ye Wuque’s lips gradually curled into a smile.
“Now that the Battle Saint Law is complete, my blood energy has broken the shackles and returned to my body. Kong, I should be able to continue cultivating now, right?”
Ye Wuque then shared the details of his upcoming duel with Murong Tian with Kong.
“At the age of five, you reached the fifth level of Body Refinement and began refining your muscles. Over the years, you’ve been nurturing and condensing the Battle Saint Law. Your body has become much stronger. Your muscles are already refined to perfection. As for bones and marrow, it’s just a matter of time. With the Battle Saint Law’s enhancement, your path of cultivation will no longer be like ordinary people. This is a path of great fortune. As for why your blood energy has changed, it might be related to your constitution. By the way, try cultivating some Yuan Force and see what happens.”
After glancing at the letter in his hand again, Ye Wuque carefully tucked it back into his chest and, following Kong’s advice, sat cross-legged, starting to circulate the Haotian Force, which he had long mastered.
“Buzz!”
Suddenly, the Saint Law essence within him throbbed, and a powerful suction force erupted from his dantian, pulling all the Yuan Force in his body into the Saint Law essence!
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
Ye Wuque could faintly feel a change happening within the Saint Law essence, but at that moment, he trusted Kong. He remained focused, preserving his energy and concentrating all his attention.
“Boom!”
After a quarter of an hour, the Saint Law essence suddenly brightened. A golden light sphere erupted with dazzling brilliance, enveloping Ye Wuque completely. In that instant, Ye Wuque’s expression changed!
“Buzz!”
Familiar but unfamiliar light golden Yuan Force surged from the Saint Law essence, quickly spreading through his limbs and bones, just like before.
However, Ye Wuque knew that the Yuan Force flowing through his body was no longer the same as before!
It was vast, magnificent, and filled with overwhelming battle intent!
“Kong, what’s happening?”
Feeling the surging momentum of the golden Yuan Force, Ye Wuque could no longer hold back his question.
“Just as I thought! Condensing the Battle Saint Law essence, the first benefit is that from now on, you will no longer cultivate ordinary Yuan Force, but instead, the Saint Dao Battle Qi from the Saint Law essence!”
Kong’s voice grew excited. Before Ye Wuque could ask more, Kong continued, “The Saint Dao Battle Qi is a form of high-quality Yuan Force, ten times denser, ten times more condensed, and ten times more destructive than regular Yuan Force! This means that from now on, you can fight above your level and defeat stronger opponents!”
“Fight above my level? Defeat stronger opponents?”
Ye Wuque’s dazzling eyes grew brighter as Kong explained, feeling the golden-red blood and the Saint Dao Battle Qi in his body, his heart burning with excitement.
Smiling faintly, Ye Wuque’s calm eyes revealed an irresistible sharpness.
“Uncle Fu, I will protect the Blood Dragon Jade you left for me well; Murong Tian, you will be the first stepping stone for me to shine again!”
His low muttering sounded like thunder, yet it was full of unwavering confidence.
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Clear skies and the sun high in the sky.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
In front of the Murong family’s courtyard, seven or eight figures moved quickly. The two at the forefront were a man and a woman.
The man was tall and strong, with a hideous scar on his left cheek. It was Murong Hai. The woman was dressed in a fiery red tight silk dress, highlighting her curves. She looked captivating, but her face was full of resentment and humiliation. It was Murong Binglan.
Behind them were several strong members of the younger generation of the Murong family. Although they were walking ahead, their eyes were mostly focused on Murong Binglan’s beautiful figure, with unabashed admiration in their eyes.
“Binglan, you’re overreacting. To teach a useless person like Ye Wuque a lesson, you needed so many of us?”
“That’s right. I could suppress him with one hand.”
“Ye Wuque really doesn’t know his limits. He even dared to challenge Murong Tian. He’s practically seeking death.”
Murong Binglan didn’t respond to the voices from behind her as she walked. She only said coldly, “This time, thank you all. I will repay you all later.”
“Hey, Binglan, you don’t need to say that.”
“Anyone who dares to offend you, Binglan, offends us too.”
“Don’t fight over it. I’ll be the one to teach Ye Wuque a lesson.”
Murong Hai narrowed his eyes and glanced at Murong Binglan, a burning desire hidden in his gaze. He smiled slightly, already guessing the purpose of Murong Binglan’s trip, which was why he came along.
To teach Ye Wuque a lesson and gain some favor in front of Murong Binglan was too easy for Murong Hai.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
They stopped in front of a moderately-sized wooden house. Murong Binglan’s gaze turned cold as she stared at the small building. Murong Hai laughed heartily, stepping forward, while the younger Murong disciples behind them stopped reluctantly.
“Trash, come out! Murong Hai is bored and wants to play with you. This time, I’ll give you two hands.”
His arrogant voice rang out, and the scar on his left cheek twitched slightly. Murong Hai stood with his hands behind his back, but in his heart, he was secretly cautious. Although Ye Wuque had been crippled, Murong Hai knew that, over the past ten years, many Murong disciples had tried to bully him, but none had succeeded.
“Creak.”
The door of the wooden house opened, and a slender figure slowly stepped out. It was Ye Wuque. When Murong Hai looked closely, he suddenly felt that Ye Wuque seemed different than before.
“I was wondering which dog was barking in front of my door so early. Turns out it’s you. Heh, since a mad dog is barking, I’ll reluctantly clean up after you.”
Before Ye Wuque even fully stepped out, his words were heard, even more arrogant than Murong Hai’s.
Upon seeing Ye Wuque step out, Murong Binglan’s eyes became sharp, her gaze like daggers aimed at him, but Ye Wuque paid her no attention.
Hearing Ye Wuque’s words, Murong Hai’s anger flickered but was quickly suppressed. He said in a deep voice, “Useless Ye Wuque, I hope your skills are half as good as your words. Otherwise, even if I give you two hands, you’ll still be trash.”
Ye Wuque slowly walked up to within ten meters of Murong Hai. His dazzling eyes shone brightly as he raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and smiled faintly, though there was an undeniable aura of overwhelming power in his smile!
“Murong Hai, do you believe that I can shatter you with just three punches?”
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