Chapter Four: Heavenly Thunder Body Refinement

“You... cannot possibly be Ye Huang!” Trembling with fear, Cao Fei collapsed to the ground as Ye Huang approached fiercely, brandishing his sword like a terrifying demon.

“That treacherous beast,” Ye Huang hung his sword ominously above Cao Fei’s head, as if ready to strike him down at any moment.

“Enough, Brother Ye, let him go. Our sect forbids killing fellow disciples,” Hao Da quickly intervened, as if sensing Ye Huang might truly slay Cao Fei, and he did not want Ye Huang to bear such a burden.

Ye Huang shook his head in resignation, his voice cold and piercing: “Scram!”

Startled by the command, Cao Fei felt as if he had escaped death and swiftly vanished from their sight.

Once the troublesome figure was gone, Hao Da laughed heartily: “Hahaha, I never expected, Brother Ye, that you’ve been holding back all this time. Both of us, as sixth-level Body Refiners, considered ourselves prodigies of the outer sect, but only now do I realize there are greater heights beyond our reach!” He glanced at the corpse of the blazing giant bear on the ground and smiled awkwardly. “I didn’t even lift a finger to kill this third-grade beast. The beast core should belong to you.”

Ye Huang nodded knowingly and extracted the beast core from the fiery giant bear. The third-grade magical beast’s core shimmered brilliantly, warm and smooth to the touch like jade, immensely beneficial for cultivation advancement. It was incomparable to a first-grade beast core, which explained why many Body Refiners coveted it.

“Let’s hunt more,” Ye Huang suggested. Without hesitation, Hao Da agreed. With Ye Huang by his side, he felt secure.

Thus, the two hunted continuously along the perimeter of the magical beast forest, Hao Da taking the first and second-grade beasts, and Ye Huang handling the third-grade ones himself.

Time flew swiftly.

If not for the upcoming sect competition, Ye Huang would not have left the forest so soon, for this journey had been truly fruitful. He had collected many cores: over ten first-grade, eight second-grade, and four third-grade, and his cultivation had soared to the seventh level of Spiritual Martial Refinement.

“Brother Ye, it’s such a pity you don’t use a blade!” Hao Da expressed regret bluntly. During the fight with the third-grade beast, Cao Fei’s sword shattered after only a few strikes. Ye Huang had asked to borrow Hao Da’s blade—a formidable heavy blade, though not a sacred weapon, it carried immense power. Hao Da had lent it generously, hoping Ye Huang would be discouraged and give up. Unexpectedly, Ye Huang wielded the blade as if born to it, fierce and resolute, even grasping the blade’s momentum, slicing the third-grade beast into pieces. Such talent would shame even a blade fanatic like himself!

Ye Huang preferred the sword—light and graceful—over the blade’s heavy forcefulness. His goal was to become an ultimate sword cultivator.

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