C18 You'll Get Used to It Slowly!

The news that Ye Han had made Zhou Chong, a practitioner at the Pulse Opening Stage Level Three, cry spread rapidly. Many in the outer court were astounded by the revelation.

Yet, both parties involved remained tight-lipped, leaving those who thrived on gossip with no choice but to slink away in awkwardness.

Ye Han was seen only during Wen Yun's classes; otherwise, he dedicated his time to disciplined cultivation within the privacy of his own courtyard.

Three days after returning to the Cloud Facing Pavilion, Peng Wei dragged himself back, looking utterly deflated.

In the courtyard, Ye Han inquired, "Didn't you take a ten-day leave? Why are you back after just six?"

Peng Wei replied, his voice tinged with frustration, "At first, my parents were so welcoming, cooking anything I craved. Life was blissful! But after a few days, they began to nag incessantly. Nothing I did was right, and I grew so irritated that I decided to return ahead of schedule."

Ye Han was at a loss for words. He retrieved five Qi Gathering Pills and five bottles of Body Tempering Spirit Liquid from his storage ring and handed them to Peng Wei with a chuckle. "Your parents just don't want you to squander your time. You should really concentrate on your cultivation."

Peng Wei's eyes sparkled as he gazed at the jade bottles in Ye Han's hand, his heart racing with excitement. "These are Body Tempering Spirit Liquid and Qi Gathering Pills! They're incredibly valuable. Yezi, I can't accept these from you, especially since you're new to the martial path and need these elixirs more than I do."

Ye Han pressed the spiritual medicines into his hand, smiling. "Just take them. I have plenty more. If you run out, come to me for more. I've got you covered."

Peng Wei was in awe. "Yezi, your family must be loaded to provide you with such expensive spiritual medicines. They must be worth a small fortune!"

Ye Han simply smiled in response, yet inwardly, he harbored concerns for Peng Wei. Recalling his past life's memories, he knew that Peng Wei was destined to perish at the jaws of the Flower Shadow Leopard in a month's time. Ye Han resolved to do whatever it took to help Peng Wei avert this fate.

Ye Han couldn't disclose his secret to Peng Wei, knowing full well that Peng Wei wouldn't believe him. That's why Ye Han had given him the spiritual medicine to enhance his cultivation level.

After a moment of contemplation, Peng Wei produced a jade bottle from his pocket with a grave expression. "Do you realize what this is? It's a pill from the Demonic Moon Pavilion, called the Vein Rushing Pill. It aids cultivators in opening their meridians, multiplying the success rate by several times."

"The only downside is its hefty price tag. All the major families are scrambling to get their hands on it. My father had to pull some strings just to secure two for me, costing a whopping 80,000 silver coins—more than our family's annual expenses."

"Here, take this Vein Rushing Pill. I haven't tried it myself, but given the Demonic Moon Pavilion's reputation, I doubt it's just hearsay."

Ye Han examined the Vein Rushing Pill closely and was momentarily taken aback. Its potency had significantly diminished, not due to skimping on ingredients, but rather through meticulous refinement to better suit the average warrior. He sighed, "It's surprising how quickly the Demonic Moon Pavilion acts. They've managed to improve this pill in just a few days."

Noticing Ye Han's lack of surprise, and recalling the recent theft of the elixirs, Peng Wei asked in horror, "This couldn't possibly be your pill formula, could it?"

Returning the pill to Peng Wei, Ye Han smiled and confirmed, "Indeed, this is the formula I sold to the Demonic Moon Pavilion. Take a look at this storage ring they gifted me. As for the Vein Rushing Pill, you should use it. Its medicinal strength is too feeble for me."

Peng Wei's eyes widened at the sight of the dark ring on Ye Han's finger, exclaiming, "Holy smokes, is that a storage ring? The Demonic Moon Pavilion really went all out. That's got to be worth over a hundred thousand silver coins!"

"You've hit the jackpot, haven't you? No wonder you can afford Body Tempering Spirit Liquid and Qi Gathering Pills like some kind of tycoon. I'm almost tempted to rob you!"

Peng Wei gripped my hand tightly, and though I knew he was examining the storage ring, I couldn't help feeling a bit uncomfortable. I withdrew my hand and chuckled, "You're looking at me like a cat in heat. I'm not into that, so back off before I start shedding goosebumps."

We had known each other long enough to speak without any filters. Peng Wei wasn't offended; instead, he swallowed hard and asked, "I heard you made Zhou Chong cry after beating him up. That can't be true, can it?"

Peng Wei had assumed the rumor was just a tall tale concocted by the other students, especially since Zhou Chong's cultivation level was the same as his, both at Pulse Opening Stage Level Three. It seemed impossible that Ye Han could defeat Zhou Chong.

When I nodded in confirmation, Peng Wei's pulse raced, and he quickly asked, "You haven't reached Pulse Opening Stage Level Three already, have you?"

I nodded again, locking eyes with Peng Wei and grinning, "Feeling the pressure, huh? Don't worry, you'll get used to it eventually."

Peng Wei's face drained of color. He knew I never lied; if I said I was on the verge of a breakthrough, then it was the truth. He blurted out in astonishment, "Damn, you're cultivating way too fast! It's been less than ten days since your last breakthrough, and now you're already on the cusp of reaching Level Four of the Pulse Opening Stage."

"Your speed is matching those prodigies from the outer court. This is just insane!"

Peng Wei was unaware of the extent of my cultivation experience. For me, the Pulse Opening Stage was as natural as a child learning to talk. Peng Wei and the others had to grope their way through, absorbing knowledge before they could succeed.

But I had bypassed all those stages, which naturally made my cultivation speed much quicker. And that's even with me dedicating a significant amount of time lately to body tempering. Otherwise, I'd be advancing even faster.

"Fast, you say? To me, it all seems like a natural progression."

I didn't consider my cultivation speed to be extraordinary. If the other geniuses had the same wealth of experience as I did, they'd surely be just as quick.

Peng Wei suddenly smirked and leaned in, whispering, "Ye, with your rate of cultivation, reaching Level Five of the Pulse Opening Stage will clearly be a breeze for you. So, what do you have in mind for our dear Instructor Wen Yun when that time comes? Hehe..."

Ye Han, catching a glimpse of Peng Wei's lecherous grin, knew he must be entertaining some unsavory thoughts. He chuckled and responded, "Your mind is in the gutter, my friend. We ought to be thankful and hold reverence for our mentor, not indulge in such fantasies."

Peng Wei pouted and retorted, "We've known each other long enough to get a discount, but I still can't figure you out."

After some idle talk, Peng Wei retreated to his own quarters to dedicate himself to his training.

Ye Han, too, made his way to the courtyard to resume his rigorous cultivation regimen.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Barbarian Dragon Void Breaking!"

He bent his knees, stepping rhythmically, his fists pumping as he struck out again and again. Each blow summoned the full force of his muscles.

In the days that followed, Ye Han devoted nearly all his time to training in the solitude of the courtyard.

Upon reaching the Pulse Opening Stage Level Three, he persisted in mastering the Martial Monarch Ancient Scripture.

Whenever he wasn't working on that, he was honing the second technique of the Barbarian Dragon Fist, known as Barbarian Dragon Wind Control.

Mastering the second form of the Barbarian Dragon Fist, Barbarian Dragon Wind Control, would unleash the might of a Spirit Level Low Grade.

Barbarian Dragon Wind Control emphasized speed, with movements so elusive they could throw off any adversary, making them lose track of their target.

He rose to his feet, legs apart, arms hanging low, as Spiritual Energy coalesced beneath his soles. His body began to sway in a mysterious pattern.

To the observant eye, Ye Han's form would seem to blur, infused with a lively Spiritual Energy, reminiscent of a gentle breeze rustling through the woods.

Ye Han practiced the elusive technique of the Barbarian Dragon Fist's second form repeatedly until the Spiritual Energy in his Qi Sea was depleted. He then settled into a meditative pose, using the Qi Gathering Pill to replenish his Spiritual Energy.

Once rejuvenated, he threw himself back into his grueling practice, tirelessly pushing through the fatigue and never shying away from the challenge.

After ten days of dedicated training, Ye Han had finally mastered the second form of the Barbarian Dragon Fist, the Barbarian Dragon Wind Control.

"After a grueling ten days, I've finally seen some progress. Though my cultivation level hasn't budged, I've managed to master the Barbarian Dragon Wind Control. I'm curious to see how much my strength has improved," Ye Han quietly reflected.

He stood at the center of the courtyard, his Spiritual Force circulating within, converging at his feet. He cleared his mind, envisioning himself as a gentle breeze sweeping across the land.

Barbarian Dragon Wind Control!

With a step, Ye Han surged forward.

His velocity matched that of a fierce wind, his form seamlessly blending with the breeze as if vanishing from sight. So swift was his movement that it was nearly imperceptible, leaving only a trailing afterimage from afar.

Boom!

Ye Han's fist, trailing a turbulent air current, slammed into the rockery with a thunderous roar. A daunting Fist Imprint was left on the rockery, two inches deep, causing the entire structure to shift several feet backward.

"With the Barbarian Dragon Wind Control enhancing it, my fist strength has soared to a fearsome 'Two Cauldrons Strength.' Even without invoking martial skills, my body possesses a formidable strength of five hundred kilograms," Ye Han thought, withdrawing his fist, a sense of satisfaction swelling in his chest.

He had chosen the Barbarian Dragon Fist not only for its high grade but also for its explosive potential.

Training in the Barbarian Dragon Fist allowed his body to undergo rigorous conditioning, solidifying his flesh and blood, which was ideal for his current physical state.

Moreover, the power of the Barbarian Dragon Fist would continue to grow as his cultivation level increased.