C3 Geniuses Meet Geniuses

The Martial Hall stood modestly at two stories tall, yet it sprawled across a vast expanse of over three hundred square meters.

The ground floor was equipped with an array of training devices, as well as a Qi Measuring Monument and a Strength Measuring Monument for the clan members to use in their cultivation practices or to measure their Genuine Qi and strength whenever they wished.

The second floor housed the collection of secret manuals.

The Martial Hall was a favorite haunt for the clan's youth.

At the moment, however, it was unusually quiet.

"Uncle Elder Chi."

Ye Feilong entered the Martial Hall and greeted an elderly man with a respectful bow.

Ye Qizhi, tasked with overseeing the Martial Hall and a respected elder, was someone Ye Feilong reverently addressed as "grandfather."

Ye Qizhi acknowledged him with a slight nod, his eyes betraying a sense of sorrow as he inquired, "What brings you here?"

It was common knowledge that Ye Feilong's dantian had been destroyed by Lee Qianyang, the young master of the Lee family, within the Holy Dragon Sect. The tale had not only circulated within the Ye family but had also spread throughout Cloud Forest City. As a result, some city dwellers had taken to derisively calling him "cripple dragon" rather than the respectful "Young Master Feilong" of days past.

Ye Feilong grasped Ye Qizhi's implication; with his dantian shattered, he was no longer capable of cultivating, and logically, there was no reason for him to visit the Martial Hall.

"I just wanted to have a look," Ye Feilong replied with a smile.

"Just a look?"

Ye Qizhi's brow furrowed briefly, and he let out a soft sigh, his lips parting as if to speak further.

Without warning, Ye Feilong extended his hand and placed it upon the Qi Measuring Monument.

A burst of red light from the monument signified the presence of Genuine Qi within Ye Feilong.

Ye Qizhi's eyes widened in shock. He had discreetly probed earlier and failed to detect any trace of Genuine Qi in Ye Feilong.

"What's happened?" Ye Qizhi asked, his voice hushed, "Is your dantian intact? I couldn't sense your Genuine Qi at all."

Ye Feilong simply smiled in response.

With a look of joy, Ye Qizhi gestured for Ye Feilong to proceed, granting him entry.

"My dantian is intact. That's a relief."

Ye Qizhi watched Ye Feilong's departing figure with a look of joy.

Upon entering the Martial Hall, he ascended to the second floor.

Beyond the second-floor doorway lay a three-meter corridor.

Three elders stood guard over the passage.

They recognized only the tokens, not the faces. Anyone with a token issued by Ye Qizhi could gain entry to the secret archives.

Rows of secret manuals filled the archives.

Ye Feilong had been here many times before, but this visit felt different.

"I'll search for the cultivation method first. The Vast Origin Technique my father practices is the finest in our clan. Though no one in our lineage has ever fully mastered it, if I can practice it alongside my current methods, perhaps I'll eventually achieve complete mastery..."

Ye Feilong headed straight for the cultivation method shelf and swiftly located the handwritten manuscript of the Vast Origin Technique.

All the secret manuals here were handwritten, their originals kept elsewhere. Where exactly, Ye Feilong didn't know.

The cover of the Vast Origin Technique was crisp with blue and white lettering.

He opened the cover.

As his eyes landed on the first page, a prompt suddenly appeared on his phone: "Would you like to scan?"

"Scan?"

Ye Feilong blinked in surprise, then his eyes sparkled with excitement.

What a fantastic surprise, he thought with a laugh.

"Yes."

He bellowed.

The roar was loud, reverberating through the enclosed space.

Several young disciples perusing the manuals jumped at Ye Feilong's shout and turned to look.

The elders guarding the corridor also cast their gazes his way.

One of the white-haired elders called out sternly, "Ye Feilong, no yelling!"

"Yes, yes," Ye Feilong replied, sticking out his tongue in embarrassment.

The surprise was just too overwhelming to contain.

And who wouldn't be thrilled?

He had planned to spend the day here, memorizing as much as possible.

But his phone was suggesting he could scan the content directly. What could this mean?

He could commit all the secret manuals in the Martial Hall to memory today.

As he was about to turn the next page, a mocking voice interrupted, "I wondered who it was, and lo and behold, it's the so-called top prodigy who ruined his dantian."

The sarcasm was unmistakable.

Ye Feilong looked up to meet a handsome face, smirking with undisguised scorn.

Ye Feilong recognized him immediately—it was Ye Feiling, the one with whom he had the most friction in the Ye family.

Ye Feiling was several years his senior, at twenty-one. He had been the premier genius of the Ye family's younger generation until Ye Feilong had overtaken him. This was the root of Ye Feiling's animosity, leading him to target Ye Feilong on multiple occasions, even attempting to sabotage him, though Ye Feilong had always managed to thwart his efforts.

Still, Ye Feiling's strength was formidable. Despite Ye Feilong's rise, he only narrowly surpassed him and couldn't quite get the upper hand.

Ye Feiling was likely the most thrilled about Ye Feilong's dantian being destroyed. His recent breakthrough to the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage only inflated his ego, causing him to look down on Ye Feilong even more and indulge in mockery. If possible, he would relish the chance to slap Ye Feilong across the face and trample him underfoot.

"Oh, if it isn't Brother Feiling."

Ye Feilong replied with a smile, "Even with a destroyed dantian, I remain the top talent."

"Really?"

Ye Feiling chuckled, then slapped his forehead in a feigned realization, "Oh, that's right, your faithful hound has chosen to follow me now. I sent him to nip at you as a sign of his new loyalty. I didn't expect you to be here; you're quite lucky. But be warned, I'll have him keep hunting you down. Being bitten by a dog every day is a miserable fate indeed."

"Are you talking about Ye Feichuan? Well, congratulations on acquiring a loyal hound."

Feilong offered a nonchalant smile and remarked, "I had an encounter with him before my arrival here, and he managed to smash my door to smithereens. Now that you've confessed to sending him, the responsibility for repairing my door falls on you. Pay attention: if you fix it by the end of today, I'll let you off with ten slaps. Fail to do so, and with each passing day, I'll tack on an additional ten slaps. Consider this a fair warning."