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A young man around Ye Feilong's age strode in, clad in opulent attire, his face radiating arrogance. His name was Ye Feichong. He had a history of ingratiating himself with Ye Feilong, to the extent that some labeled him as Ye Feilong's shadow. Ye Feilong had always regarded him as a close brother, shielding him from troubles and solving his problems numerous times. Yet, when Ye Feilong returned gravely injured, Ye Feichong's so-called "visit" involved barging in by kicking the door, clearly harboring malicious intent.

Ye Feichong tilted his head up, oozing pride as he said, "I have no ulterior motives. I'm just here to see if your dantian is truly shattered."

"Did Ye Feiling send you?" Ye Feilong asked, grasping the situation. He chuckled, "So, realizing I'm now useless, you've decided to switch sides to Ye Feiling. Are you here to beat me as a way to pledge your new loyalty?"

He caught sight of three more individuals entering the courtyard, regulars in Ye Feiling's entourage, obviously present to vouch for Ye Feichong.

"You're as astute as ever," Ye Feichong remarked with a smirk, which quickly vanished, replaced by an icy chill. "Knowing my purpose, you might as well brace yourself for a beating!"

Ye Feilong shook his head, "You're no match for me. In light of our former camaraderie, if you repair the courtyard gate by today, I'll spare you. Now, get out!"

"Heh, still fancy yourself the Ye family's top prodigy? It seems you can't come to terms with the reality that your dantian is destroyed, and you're now a cultivator incapable of progress. Fine, in memory of old times, I'll jolt you out of your delusions of grandeur..."

With that, Ye Feichong lunged forward, aiming a vicious punch at Ye Feilong's face. As his fist flew, a cruel smirk spread across Ye Feichong's face, as if he could already envision the once-celebrated Ye family genius lying on the ground like a beaten dog, pleading for mercy.

He believed he could easily knock down a worthless person whose dantian was shattered and who had lost all their cultivation with just one punch.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Feilong's eyes.

"If you, Ye Feichong, have no regard for our past camaraderie, then don't blame me for my merciless response."

Do you really think you can earn a name for yourself and become the Ye family's second-in-command just because you've reached the second level of the Genuine Qi Martial Realm?

Ye Feilong launched his punch directly at Ye Feichong's incoming fist.

The Collapsing Mountain Fist, the most basic martial skill of the Ye family.

Ye Feilong's dantian was intact, his cultivation untouched. Even employing the most rudimentary martial skill, the force he could unleash was incomparable to Ye Feichong's.

Their fists met in a flash.

In that moment, the malicious grin on Ye Feichong's face solidified, morphing into a blank stare.

How could this power be possible!

Though Ye Feichong couldn't detect any Genuine Qi emanating from Ye Feilong, at the moment of impact, he felt the horrifying force behind Ye Feilong's punch. It was a terror that left him utterly defenseless, like an ant trying to topple an elephant, a mortal challenging a deity.

"Ah...!"

Ye Feichong emitted a piercing scream, tumbling out of the courtyard, unable to rise.

The three onlookers at the entrance were stunned as they watched Ye Feilong. Was this the so-called 'broken' man?

Ye Feichong bit down on his teeth and shakily stood up, his left hand clutching his right arm, which hung limp and useless. He stared at Ye Feilong, fear still evident in his eyes, puzzled by the immense strength that Ye Feilong possessed without any visible Genuine Qi fluctuations.

"Disgraceful."

The trio at the door snapped out of their shock, shot Ye Feichong a disdainful look, and quickly departed.

Their abilities were similar to Ye Feichong's, and after witnessing his defeat with a single punch, they knew they wouldn't fare much better if Ye Feilong decided to confront them.

Ye Feichong hesitated briefly, then turned and followed the others, calling out as he ran, "Wait for me, hear me out..."

Soon, the four figures disappeared into the distance.

The courtyard settled back into silence.

Ye Feilong's gaze drifted back to the present, and after standing motionless for a moment, he let out a gentle sigh.

The world is full of opportunists, and the purity of the human heart is a thing of the past.

It's the same everywhere.

People like Ye Feilong, who are ungrateful, are better recognized early on; no loss there. If that guy doesn't shape up, next time Feilong won't hold back.

No point dwelling on such trivial matters.

Yet, that punch also confirmed that he was still in fighting shape, which was definitely a plus.

"Han Yu, Li Qianyang, you're on my list!"

With a deep breath, Feilong readied his stance.

Despite his phone's ability to assist with training, he couldn't just lie around and wait to become powerful. He had to put in the effort himself.

Time flew as Ye Feilong dedicated himself to rigorous training.

The morning gave way to a pleasant surprise.

His Genuine Qi realm had progressed to 10% of the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage, indicating not only a full recovery of his cultivation but also a breakthrough to a new level.

"Such a leap in just one morning? Truly the work of a champion. Haha, I love my country, I love Hua Hua!"

"Cultivating two methods at once seems quite effective. If I learn more, wouldn't my Genuine Qi recover and increase even faster?"

"I can train in all martial skills simultaneously... The more skills, the better, and there's no fear in practicing them. Haha, I'm off to the Martial Hall to see if my phone can train me in the techniques and martial skills I've memorized."

With a burst of energy, Ye Feilong leaped into the air, somersaulting before landing gracefully. With his left hand on his hip and his right hand lifted, fingers splayed, he let out an exuberant cry.

"Ha!"

He strode out the door and hurried toward the Martial Hall, eager to discover if his phone could help him master the newly acquired techniques and martial skills.