212: Chapter 60: The Battle Between Father and Son (Part 1) 212: Chapter 60: The Battle Between Father and Son (Part 1) Ye Zhong said, “Yin Zhu, you must remember, never be placent.
Even if you are much stronger than your peers, you cannot afford to be placent.
You must always treat Faran’s Seventh Tower as a hypothetical enemy and strive to cultivate.
Zi rank is not our ultimate goal.
If you can possess strength beyond Zi rank, perhaps that will be the time for us to launch an attack on Faran’s Seventh Tower.”
“Beyond Zi rank?” Ye Yinzhu looked at his father in surprise.
Ye Zhong nodded and said, “What Faran’s Seventh Tower guards is actually the seal formed by the forty-seven Divine Dragons of our ancestors.
There, there must be many things left by our ancestors.
The ultimate purpose of our Eight Eastern Dragon Clans is to take back control of that place.
Zi rank is not the ultimate strength.
Originally, our Divine Dragon ancestors and those Demon Mothers, were powerful beings beyond Zi rank.
As for what lies beyond Zi rank, I don’t know either.
But the ultimate goal of our Eight Eastern Dragon Clans’ cultivation is to surpass the Zi rank.
For example, our Zhu Sect’s Zhu Douqi, after Green Bamboo, Yellow Bamboo, and Zi Zhu, there’s the ultimate Jade Bamboo, which also consists of nine ranks.
It’s just that no one has yet reached that level.”
A whole new door seemed to open before him.
“Zi rank is not the ultimate strength,” this phrase was deeply imprinted in Ye Yinzhu’s heart.
“Let’s go.
Let’s take a walk outside.
I also want to see how much progress you’ve made in your cultivation during the half-year you’ve been away from home,” said Ye Zhong with a smile as he stood up and patted his son’s shoulder, walking towards the outside of the house.
Ye Yinzhu hurriedly followed.
Once outside the dorm, Ye Zhong’s figure unfolded like a yellow arrow, shooting towards the outside of Milan Magic Martial Academy.
Ye Yinzhu spurred his Zhu Douqi within him to quickly follow.
Father and son borrowed strength from the vegetation of the Magic Martial Arts Academy, leaping forward swiftly as if flying.
In the blink of an eye, they had disappeared.
As Ye Zhong moved further, his astonishment grew.
He had already summoned sixty percent of his own Douqi, but his son was still following him steadily, without being left behind at all.
Knowing that there’s almost a doubling of strength between each rank of Douqi, Ye Zhong thought that with his Eighth Rank Yellow Bamboo, his Douqi strength should be at least ten times that of Yin Zhu’s First Rank Yellow Bamboo.
Yet now, he had released sixty percent of his Douqi, and his son was still unable to close the distance.
What did this represent?
Speed, besides some special skills of assassins, is entirely supported by Douqi.
The stronger the Douqi, the faster the speed naturally bees.
Soon, the father and son had left Milan Magic Martial Arts Academy.
Ye Zhong continued to sprint forward until he arrived at the place where Yin Zhu and Zi had talked the last time he came, and only then did he stop.
Ye Yinzhu caught up with his father and stopped, breathing slightly hard.
In order to keep up with his father, he had just exerted all his strength.
He knew that this was his father testing his progress, and he didn’t dare to be negligent.
Ye Zhong turned around, looking at Ye Yinzhu with surprise, and asked, “Son, to what rank has your Zhu Douqi reached the Yellow Bamboo level?”
Ye Yinzhu said, “Fifth Rank.
The progress has been a bit slow lately.”
Ye Zhong’s eyes widened as he looked at his son, “What?
Fifth Rank?
And you think it’s slow?
When you left home, you were only First Rank!
At your age, I was still in the Green Bamboo level.
That was already considered quick cultivation in our sect.
Your grandfather kept praising me.
My goodness!
Did I give birth to a little monster?”
Ye Yinzhu chuckled and replied, “No, Dad, you’ve produced a genius.
But I was just lucky.
I received substantial increases in Douqi strength twice, both times with Zi’s help.
One time was when Zi and I signed the equal life-bound contract, and the other was when he got the Amethyst Great Sword I gave him, and his strength greatly increased, which also affected me.
That equal life-bound contract really works wonders.
If I have a breakthrough in magic, Zi’s spiritual power will also increase.
Conversely, when his strength improves, my Douqi will also rise along with it.
That’s why my Douqi has been able to grow so quickly.”
Looking somewhat helpless at his son, Ye Zhong sighed, “parison is the thief of joy!
Back then, it took me a whole ten years to train from First Rank Yellow Bamboo to Fifth Rank.
Yet, you’ve done it in just over half a year.
This will further convince your grandfather to name you as the successor to our Zhu Sect.
You little rascal, watch out!”
With a flash of light, Ye Yinzhu only saw a blur before him, and a yellow light curtain had already lunged at him.
Almost instinctively, Ye Yinzhu’s figure rapidly retreated, his right hand emitting a burst of yellow and green mixed light.
Amidst the flickering light, rings of aura condensed into layers of bamboo shadows, blocking the yellow light curtain.
It was none other than Zhu Yu.
Boom, boom, boom—the sounds of Douqi clashing erupted like firecrackers.
Ye Yinzhu swiftly retreated, relying on the toughness of Green Silk to neutralize most of Ye Zhong’s offensive power, barely withstanding the fierce Douqi.
But the intense pressure still made his breath catch, the flow of his Zhu Douqi feeling as though it was suppressed.
“Dad, you’re going all out.” Green Silk left no room for neglect as he maintained Zhu Yu, his right arm leading his hand, using four fingers to drive Green Silk and fortify his defense.
“In battle, would your enemy hold back?” Ye Zhong said, but his movements did not stop for a moment.
A bamboo sword with a verdant hue appeared in his hand, which, with a casual flick, cleaved towards Ye Yinzhu, glowing with a faint yellow light, swift as an antelope cornering sharply.
The Ye Yinzhu of present was no longer the inexperienced youth who had left the blue sky and sea.
As he wielded Green Silk, the Haiyue Qinhui Zither was summoned out of thin air, while Moon God’s Protection unleashed a milky glow to aid in defense with Zhu Yu.
Even with his father’s Eighth Rank Yellow Bamboo strength, equivalent to Intermediate Blue rank, breaking through the defense in a short time was not an easy task.
Hum—his left hand’s four fingers lightly plucked, and four Sound Blades shot out at high speed, whistling sharply through the air, each targeting one of Ye Zhong’s limbs.
“Good.” Ye Zhong was very satisfied with his son’s quick response, but the bamboo sword in his hand did not withdraw, its faint yellow Douqi intensifying further.
Instead of retreating, he took a large step forward, and in that instant, Ye Yinzhu was shocked to discover that two images of his father had appeared in front of him.
The four high-frequency vibrating Sound Blades flashed past in the first instant, slicing through the Ye Zhong at the back, but that was just an afterimage.
At the same time, Ye Zhong’s bamboo sword had struck Ye Yinzhu’s defense.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed, and in an instant, the faint yellow Zhu Douqi effortlessly broke through the defense of Moon God’s Protection and clashed with Ye Yinzhu’s Green Silk, causing Ye Yinzhu to feel a stuffiness in his chest and with a low shout, his figure retreated once more.
He was horrified to find his Douqi on the verge of being dispersed.
During his cultivation time in the blue sky and sea, especially that one year, it was Ye Li who taught him the Zhu Sect lineage secret skills, the refined three moves.
This was the first time Ye Yinzhu had the chance to spar with his father, and it was then he realized the gap between them was not just in Douqi.
Whether it was seizing the right moment to attack or applying Douqi, he still had a long way to go.
The verdant bamboo sword had pletely turned a dull yellow.
Ye Zhong’s expression was stern, clearly showing no intention of holding back.
His Douqi was not released outward nor did it flash with a dazzling sword light, but the Douqi, pletely condensed on the bamboo sword, brought even more pressure upon Ye Yinzhu.
Oliveira was also of Blue rank caliber, but when Ye Yinzhu had crossed swords with him, he had never felt such pressure.
Without even a chance to catch his breath, his father’s bamboo sword was already thrusting at him again.
A point of dull yellow light expanded rapidly in front of his eyes, the very move he knew, Zhu Xing Han.
Cradling the Haiyue Qinhui Zither in his left hand, he didn’t even have the opportunity to release another Sound Blade.
Instead, the slender body of the zither became a hindrance.
Left with no choice, Ye Yinzhu instantly stored the Ancient Zither, and as the unblockable Zhu Xing Han approached, he calmed down.
The light in his eyes shone brightly, like two dazzling stars staring at his father’s eyes.
Even during the day, the light in his eyes was clearly visible.
Suddenly noticing the brightness in his son’s eyes, Ye Zhong subconsciously looked over.
To his surprise, he found that the light in his son’s eyes, sharp like blades, penetrated directly into his mind, rendering his body sluggish, his thoughts hazed, and the bamboo sword in his hand inadvertently slowed down, losing the unstoppable momentum of Zhu Xing Han.
Taking advantage of that instant of opening, Ye Yinzhu floated upward, facing Zhu Xing Han.
In his hand, Green Silk instantly became rings of green halos that wound upwards, not only twining around Ye Zhong’s bamboo sword but also his arm.
With his body pletely sideways, he narrowly dodged Zhu Xing Han’s sharp edge in the nick of time.
With Ye Zhong’s formidable strength, he bit his tongue and immediately snapped back to clarity.
Seeing Green Silk wrapping around, he gave a slight flick of his wrist.
The Douqi, which had originally been harnessed within the bamboo sword, instantly erupted, directly dispersing Green Silk.
The impact of the Douqi also sent Ye Yinzhu flying.
So strong.
This was the only thought in Ye Yinzhu’s mind.
A piercing growl, “Stab,” came from his mouth.
Ye Zhong’s head turned hazy again, this time even more pronounced than before.
It was a special attack method that Ye Yinzhu had bined with Spiritual Magic and the Zither Sect’s Explosive Reverberate.
Those who were weaker would be stunned directly by that piercing shout.
Every day, he would play the zither in the morning and in the afternoon, he would go learn from Fergerson.
Since his major was the zither, he couldn’t learn potent Spiritual Magic from Fergerson, but Fergerson had imparted all he could usefully, his decades of experience manifesting excellent effects in actual bat.
(To be continued.
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