C12 Special Nurturing

The Fifth Elder was deeply impressed. This young man had been practicing the South Bear Arts for less than a month.

He vividly recalled the day Ye Xiangyang first arrived at the training ground, mastering both the Southern Bear Fist and the South Bear Arts on that very day.

Typically, a novice would need around ten days to fully charge a single meridian with Profound Strength. Hence, among the first eighty-nine test subjects, the best achievement was filling four meridians with Profound Strength.

But if they were talking about a prodigy, Ye Xiangyang was in a league of his own. He managed to saturate a meridian with Profound Strength in just three days, a testament to his astonishingly rapid cultivation and his almost unbelievable dedication.

The Fifth Elder proclaimed, "He stands at the pinnacle of the Profound Warrior One Star, on the verge of crossing into the realm of the Profound Warrior Two Star."

The Fifth Elder's declaration resonated with everyone present. Ye Xiangyang had reached the peak of Profound Warrior One Star in a single month, shattering any previous records they had known.

The Profound Warriors spontaneously burst into applause:

"Bravo! The Ye Family has produced yet another genius."

"Indeed, his rapid progress in cultivation is truly eye-opening."

"Absolutely. I've never heard of anyone advancing at such a breakneck pace."

The crowd was visibly moved, their gazes toward Ye Xiangyang filled with admiration. His swift ascent was not merely due to his rapid cultivation but also because he had achieved this feat in just one month without the Ye Family's resources.

Ye Xiangxiao sneered, "Who's to say there isn't some trickery involved?"

Tears brimmed in the eyes of Ye Wentian and Tang Waner. Only they understood the immense effort he had put in every single day, nearly forgoing sleep for the entire month.

Day and night, he had thrown himself into relentless cultivation.

While others praised his natural talent, only his family knew of his fierce commitment to training.

Ye Yongqing laughed heartily, addressing the crowd, "I've never seen such a gifted youngster in our Ye Family. As long as he makes it through, we will prioritize his development."

The crowd was taken aback. The Patriarch had just stated that a spot for focused cultivation would be granted to anyone who ranked in the top ten at the Family Competition in six months. Yet Ye Xiangyang had already secured that coveted spot, simply by demonstrating his Profound Strength.

Everyone was marveling at the young man's good fortune.

Ye Xiangxiao remarked icily, "Who's to say he hasn't been cultivating in secret? That's hardly fair."

Hearing Ye Yongqing's words, Ye Xiangyang felt a surge of happiness. At least it showed that Ye Yongqing, as the family head, was doing his job well.

He wasn't like some who had abruptly prevented him from using Raging Bull blood. The Raging Bull, a lowly Demon Beast bred by the family, no longer offered him any energy through its blood.

For the past fortnight, he had relied solely on the sparse Profound Qi between heaven and earth for his cultivation. He hadn't anticipated that he would gradually be able to absorb the essence of the earth's elemental energy—a slow process, but immensely beneficial.

Furthermore, the Martial God Heavenly Arts had undergone new changes. Ye Xiangyang realized he hadn't reached the second layer; instead, he had made significant progress in the First Layer.

It was possible that this slight advancement could be the deciding factor in his upcoming contest with Ye Xiangguang.

With a sense of purpose, Ye Xiangyang approached the talent testing device.

All eyes were glued to the tester, eager to see if Ye Xiangyang, who had already surprised them with his Profound Strength cultivation, would deliver another shock during the talent assessment.

A sneer played in Ye Xiangti's eyes. They had secured a connection with the Third Elder, who had tampered with the machine. His Two Star Talent would certainly not show up on the tester, rendering him unqualified.

He was looking forward to witnessing Ye Xiangyang's crestfallen expression upon failing the talent test.

Exchanging glances with Ye Xiangxiao, both were reveling in the other's misfortune.

Ye Xiangyang didn't stand a chance against them.

Ye Xiangyang pressed his forehead against the Talent Testing Machine. The crowd watched intently as the light column indicated the talent grades: red for Grade 1, orange for Grade 2, and yellow for Grade 3.

Everyone was in suspense, unsure if Ye Xiangyang's talent had grown.

As Ye Xiangyang's forehead touched the tester, the seconds ticked by—thirty breaths passed, and the machine remained utterly still.

Ye Xiangxiao gave a cold smile. "Has Ye Xiangyang's martial talent vanished? Why else would the tester show no results? It's been quite a while, and still nothing. We're just wasting time here."

No one had ever heard of martial talent disappearing, which left them uncertain. Yet, the tester remained silent.

"If he lacks talent, how did he manage to reach the peak of Profound Warrior One Star?"

"Even with a One Star talent, the device should be flashing red by now."

"There's definitely an issue here, but we're in the dark about what it is."

Ye Xingyue rose to his feet and declared, "We thought we had a once-in-a-lifetime genius in the Ye family, ready to support him with all our might. But it seems he's not destined for such luck. So be it, I'll allocate to him only half the resources we give to our family disciples."

Ye Wentian and Tang Waner's hearts sank, their complexions turning ashen. It was like plummeting from the heavens.

Tears brimmed in Tang Waner's eyes. "I refuse to believe that Ye Xiangyang is without talent."

Ye Wentian understood Tang Waner's fondness for Ye Xiangyang, who had trained relentlessly for this very test. How could he come to terms with such a disappointment?

"Fortune favors the brave. Don't worry, things will turn around."

The Third Elder looked on with disdain. "Let's conclude the test for Ye Xiangyang now."

He moved to dismantle the tester, but just then, a yellow light flickered to life.

"Third Elder, allow Ye Xiangyang one more attempt," Ye Yongqing commanded, his gaze piercing, his tone icy.

The Third Elder stepped forward but then hesitated, stepping back.

The yellow light shimmered and began to ascend. Now it was clear to all—Ye Xiangyang possessed a Grade 3 talent.

"I never imagined Ye Xiangyang had Grade 3 talent. He's sure to become a Martial General someday."

"Indeed, a Martial General can lead thousands into battle and earn glory for the nation."

"Ye Xiangyang, you're remarkable."

The glow intensified, and a bright green column of light emerged, leaving everyone gaping in awe.

Thirty breaths came and went, and not a soul felt the passage of time drag. The onlookers were captivated by the intensifying glow before them.

Ye Yongqing's fists were clenched firmly as he declared, "Ye Xiangyang possesses a Grade 4 martial talent. The family intends to cultivate him with exceptional care."