Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Returning to the Cultivating Room, Ye Feng closed the door and once again entered the mysterious Round Table.    

    

After refining the Pill, Ye Feng was about to leave, because he did not have the Pill Spirit Grass. With his talent, it was extremely difficult for him to raise his cultivation level.    

    

After cultivating for half a day in the cultivation space, Ye Feng had already refined the True Berserker Blood Pill. The pill's blood energy seeped through his entire body, causing him to clearly feel that his strength had increased slightly, and his cultivation had finally entered the middle stages of the Innate Second Level.    

    

When he walked out of his room, it was already morning of the second day.    

    

Ye Feng realised that outside in the courtyard, two human figures were chasing after him as fast as lightning.    

    

Han Chong and Third Prince were still training their "Ninth Heaven of Roc" movement techniques?    

    

Ye Feng stood at the side and watched as the two figures shuttled back and forth. Their footwork was nimble and agile, and although they were like heaven and earth, they were still much faster than normal Innate Martial Cultivator.    

    

Especially Han Chong, his cultivation had already reached the Innate Fifth Level, and his comprehension of martial skills was far above the Third Prince. His steps were graceful, and he dragged a afterimage behind him, his speed extremely fast.    

    

"To be able to enter the Martial House to cultivate, he is truly worthy of being a talented Martial Cultivator. After my explanation, in a short period of time, I am afraid that Han Chong and Third Prince will be able to learn this set of footwork. At that time, it will probably not be easy for Martial Cultivator s of the same cultivation level to catch up to them. "    

    

Ye Feng secretly nodded.    

    

At this moment, Han Chong and the others also noticed Ye Feng's figure. Their feet moved, and like a Kun Peng spreading its wings, they quickly appeared in front of Ye Feng. Thank you, Elite Ye, for passing on my skills. After cultivating this technique, my speed should be around fifty to sixty meters per breath. "    

    

After the Innate Third Level, one could control the air to fly in the sky. This speed had increased a lot, but Martial Cultivator who did not practice any special movement techniques would normally only be able to move thirty to forty meters in a second.    

    

In just a short night of cultivation, Han Chong's speed had increased by nearly fifty percent.    

    

And this was with his comprehension of the "Ninth Heaven of Roc" movement technique at the initial stage, as well as the extremely large increase in space. He could not help but be overjoyed.    

    

Ye Feng said: "Cultivate well. Once you have officially reached the Small Success Stage, your speed will at least soar to more than a thousand feet in one breath. Now I want to make a trip to the Treasure Pavilion, are you going to continue cultivating? Or would you like to come with me? "    

    

"I've already practiced for an entire night. I'll go with you." The Third Prince was already exhausted, and panted heavily as he spoke.    

    

He couldn't be in a hurry to train.    

    

Ye Feng nodded.    

    

Within the Treasure Pavilion.    

    

On the third floor, a maid walked into the luxuriously decorated room. She bowed and said, "Pavilion Master, the elite Ye Feng from the Martial House has come again. Old Mo was currently receiving him on the second floor. Would you like to see him in person? "    

    

The current Yan Siya was wearing a long, bright red dress as she lazily leaned against the cotton block in the middle of the room. Her hair was tied up in a bun and three golden hairpins were stuck in her hair.    

    

There was nothing on his body that didn't give off a superior aura.    

    

Hearing the maid's report, Yan Siya's eyes slightly raised up and said: "You're here so soon? I heard that in the selection competition, Ye Feng was heavily injured by Ouyang LI with a single palm? "Well, go and bring him up."    

    

"Ye Feng also came with two Martial House students. Do you want to bring them to the Pavilion Master together?" The maid whispered.    

    

"Forget about the others!" You let Old Mo receive them. "    

    

The maid bowed and left.    

    

Yan Siya nodded, her eyes narrowing into slits as she laughed: "It seems as though I am not mistaken, Ye Feng has really passed the selection? Perhaps something interesting will happen in the next powerful countries! Ye Feng, you have actually made me look forward to it. "Hahaha!"    

    

Ye Feng was quickly brought to the third floor by the maid.    

    

However, Yan Siya was not on the third floor. Ye Feng sat in the VIP room, and as the maid served tea, he patiently waited. There was no sign of anxiety on his face, making him appear extremely calm.    

    

A moment later, footsteps came from outside.    

    

Yan Siya walked in.    

    

At this time, Yan Siya had already changed into a more formal set of clothing.    

    

Her steps lightly moved, and she looked at Ye Feng with an expression of favor.    

    

Ye Feng put down his teacup, stood up from the chair, and respectfully bowed to Yan Siya, saying: "Ye Feng greets Pavilion Master."    

    

Yan Siya revealed a smile and slightly nodded her head. Every time he saw Ye Feng, he would give her a very calm feeling, as if Ye Feng carried a sort of maturity and steadiness that was inconsistent with those of the same age as him.    

    

"I heard that you passed the examination and defeated the outstanding disciple from Tia Family and successfully obtained a placing in Martial Competition of Four Countries? "This Pavilion Master really didn't see the wrong person …"    

    

Yan Siya sat down on the side of Ye Feng and straightened her body, causing her chest to tilt forward, revealing the white and exquisite skin under her neck.    

    

She sat beside Ye Feng, drawing a beautiful outline. Her long hair was scattered on her back like a black waterfall.    

    

Ye Feng sat upright, looked straight ahead, and said: "I was just lucky. We did not meet any experts like Mo Qingfeng or Feng Ye in the Challenge Competition. "    

    

"Although strength is important for a Martial Cultivator, luck is also indispensable. No matter what, you have done it." Yan Siya laughed.    

    

Ye Feng tried his best to not let his eyes land on Yan Siya.    

    

Seeing him in that state, Yan Siya asked again: Then, why have you come this time? "Don't tell me she's just here to see me?"    

    

She leaned towards Ye Feng, her body almost touching his, the fragrance off her body was like an attractive devil, entering Ye Feng's nostrils.    

    

Ye Feng turned his head, and saw that Yan Siya's face had a pure and holy expression, and yet, her actions were completely out of place, making it hard for him to endure.    

    

His eyes narrowed, and he began to suffocate. His heart pounded as he forced himself to look away.    

    

After calming himself down, Ye Feng said: "Pavilion Master, last time, it was all thanks to your reminder that I was asked to participate in the selection competition to earn some points. Ye Feng did not disappoint the Pavilion Master's expectations and obtained a placing. and also thank Pavilion Master for taking care of me before this. "    

    

Yan Siya's eyes lit up, and said: "It's only ninety points, you don't need to worry too much about it. If you're short on money, returning after a while would not be a problem."