C4 You Don't Have the Right!

To gauge the fruits of his training, Ye Xiangyang eyed the hefty water tank before him. It contained less than half its capacity and tipped the scales at a hundred kilograms.

He was eager to test his newfound strength. The last of the fifty Profound Qi Pills had been consumed, an amount tantamount to over two decades of his family's earnings. The cost weighed on him; only now did he grasp the hefty financial toll of martial arts training.

Determined to assess his level of progress after such significant resource expenditure, he strode forward, gripped the vat firmly, clenched his jaw, and summoned his full strength.

Gradually, Ye Xiangyang hoisted the massive tank aloft.

The thatched cottage door swung open, revealing Ye Wentian, freshly risen, who was taken aback by the sight of his slender son lifting the cumbersome tank. His eyes went wide as he exclaimed, "Yang, what on earth are you doing?"

Ye Xiangyang, caught off guard, set the tank down, drenching himself in the process.

Ye Wentian's astonishment was palpable: "Have your injuries completely healed?"

Ye Xiangyang nodded, a surge of excitement welling within him.

The Martial God Heavenly Arts, a technique of Celestial Rank, had indeed worked wonders beyond his wildest expectations.

He realized his strength now paralleled that of a Profound Warrior Two Star.

He had heard tales of the fifty-kilogram disparity in might between a Profound Warrior One Star and a Two Star.

Naturally, their differences extended beyond mere physical power.

Typically, the gap between stars was vast.

Questions flooded Ye Xiangyang's mind. Other Profound Warriors had Profound Qi coursing through their meridians. With such formidable strength, why was he devoid of Profound Qi?

In just one night, he had absorbed the entirety of the Profound Qi Pills, catapulting his strength to a full 100 kilograms.

This was a fortuitous turn for him.

Upon reaching the clan's training grounds, he found over a thousand individuals honing their martial techniques.

Bare-backed and muscular, they trained with intensity.

The Southern Bear Fist, a legacy of the inaugural Marquis Zhenhai, was renowned for its ferocity.

Ye Xiangyang watched as an elder practiced the boxing art, meticulously executing each of the twelve moves of the Southern Bear Fist, time and again.

Ye Xiangyang committed the movements to memory with unwavering focus, confident that he had mastered every detail. To his own amazement, his memory seemed to have grown exceptionally sharp.

He mentally cross-referenced his recollection with the elder's practice, finding not a single discrepancy.

Alongside the Ye family members, he diligently practiced the Southern Bear Fist, his composure unshaken after several repetitions, unlike his peers who were left gasping and drenched in sweat.

Following the session, the group headed to the large dining hall for a meal.

Ye Xiangyang joined them for the feast, which featured Demon Beast meat, a nourishing staple fit for Profound Warriors. He was aware of its rich benefits; even an ordinary person could grow robust from its sustained consumption.

Mealtime concluded, and he made his way back to the training grounds.

The elder, a man in his sixties who had overseen the talent assessment the day before, was the Ye family's Fifth Elder. He now stood proudly at the center of the martial arts field.

The successful candidates, as well as some disciples from the Ye Family's Inner Courtyard, had all gathered there. Ye Xiangyang's gaze swept over them, recognizing four of the eight who had attacked him the previous day.

The memory of Hairy, who had delivered a fierce kick, was still fresh in his mind.

With fists clenched, Ye Xiangyang silently vowed, "Hairy, your comeuppance awaits."

The Fifth Elder addressed the crowd, "Descendants of the Ye Family, among the newcomers today, some have not yet reached the rank of Profound Warrior Two Star. I will be teaching you our family's sacred technique: the South Bear Arts. This esteemed practice, a high-level Yellow Level Low-grade technique, is a closely guarded secret of our lineage. Divulge it to no one, for the consequences will be dire for your entire family."

He impressed upon the learners the gravity of the South Bear Arts, the cornerstone of the Ye family's legacy, cautioning them to respect its confidentiality.

The South Bear Arts comprised six distinct forms.

The Fifth Elder thoroughly explained the technique before instructing everyone to commence their practice.

Ye Xiangyang, following the Fifth Elder's guidance, gradually drew the Profound Qi into his body.

He absorbed the Profound Qi from the heavens and earth through his palms, the soles of his feet, the crown of his head, and his facial features, channeling it into the meridians of his arms.

He then conserved the Profound Qi within his meridians.

The Six Forms of the South Bear Arts is a cultivation method designed to absorb Profound Qi, circulate it throughout the body, and convert it into Profound Strength within the veins.

The final Qi Vent Style could significantly enhance the power of a Martial Warrior.

Ye Xiangyang found the whole cultivation process to flow naturally, like water following its course. The Profound Qi entered his meridians and swiftly transformed into his own Profound Strength, stored within. It wasn't nearly as challenging as others had claimed.

Should any of the other novices catch wind of his thoughts, they might be infuriated to the point of spitting blood. They had sat all morning without sensing even the slightest ripple of Profound Strength.

Come noon, the Fifth Elder had a Profound Warrior from the Inner Courtyard offer some guidance to the newcomers before departing.

Ye Xianghui burst into laughter: "Ye Xiangyang, have you cracked the code on how to practice your cultivation technique? If not, allow me to mentor you in your training."

It was clear to everyone that Ye Xianghui was itching to put Ye Xiangyang in his place.

All eyes turned to Ye Xianghui, aware that he was Ye Xiangxiao's ally. Even if Ye Xiangxiao faced punishment now, once his father was free in a month, Ye Xianghui would remain a key figure in the Ye family.

Ye Xianghui's actions were driven by a desire for retribution, to avenge Ye Xiangxiao by tormenting Ye Xiangyang.

Most of the onlookers, whether Profound Warriors of One Star or Two Stars, were simply ordinary descendants within their clans and could weigh the gravity of the situation. With Ye Xianghui's formidable connections, no one dared to side with Ye Xiangyang.

"Just admit you've figured it out, Ye Xiangyang," someone suggested with good intentions.

"You need to concede if you want to come out of this unscathed."

"Even if Ye Xiangyang claims he's had an epiphany, Ye Xianghui is likely to give him a hard time regardless. He's out to settle scores for Ye Xiangxiao."

"Indeed, even though Ye Xiangxiao is imprisoned, the rift between him and Ye Xiangyang has only grown wider."

People murmured among themselves, yet not a single soul was brave enough to come to Ye Xiangyang's aid.

Ye Xiangyang fixed his gaze on Ye Xianghui and let out a cold, mocking laugh. "You're in no position to give me advice."