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Ye Yang and Song Instructor rushed to the other side, and when they arrived, the scene in the jungle left both of them stunned—
A colorful ferocious tiger roared loudly, with seven or eight Guardhouse members dead, their bodies torn to shreds and scattered all over the ground. The thick smell of blood filled the air, inducing a feeling of nausea.
Song Instructor trembled all over, a look of despair rising in his eyes: "No... it's impossible, absolutely impossible... how could there be a Fifth-Order Beast under Azure Peak Mountain?"
"Fifth-Order Beast?" Ye Yang also felt a shiver run through him; he could clearly sense how powerful and terrifying the force within this magical beast was.
Song Instructor, a man of iron will, turned pale with fear, trembling as he nodded: "Demon Tiger, Fifth-Order Beast, the ruler of the Central Plains jungle! How could such a powerful magical beast appear in Azure Peak Mountain? My God, Young Master Ziyu, you must run! I'll hold it off!"
But it was already too late. The Fifth-Order Beast, Demon Tiger, let out a roar, its hind legs slightly bending as it prepared to pounce. Once it attacked, Song Instructor would definitely not be able to stop it; after all, he only had initial-level three strength, which was worlds apart from the Fifth-Order Beast Demon Tiger!
Ye Yang's expression turned fierce as he looked at the piles of broken bodies on the ground. Gritting his teeth, he shouted: "These people came out with me but died tragically in the wilderness; I cannot let this go. Today, I must kill this beast!"
At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind: "Ye Yang, the Fifth-Order Beast Demon Tiger possesses extremely powerful strength and is very agile. You must be extra careful because your Protective Aura may not withstand the full force of Demon Tiger's attack!"
Ye Yang nodded and said: "Understood, Grandpa Qin!"
"Go now, my child. Kill the Demon Tiger and hone your skills through real combat!"
...
"Roar!"
The Demon Tiger charged with overwhelming force. Song Instructor gathered all his strength and swung his Tri-Pointed Blade to meet it!
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, all three blades of the Tri-Pointed Blade shattered; the Demon Tiger had merely swiped its claws lightly and destroyed Song Instructor's weapon!
Accompanied by its roar, the Demon Tiger was enveloped in a surge of blood light as it opened its massive jaws, gathering countless spiritual powers rapidly!
Song Instructor exclaimed in shock: "Heavens, is this Demon Tiger's—Blood Roar?"
Qin Fang was equally astonished, saying, "Blood Roar? Fifth-Order Magic Technique? This Demon Tiger is indeed formidable. Ye Yang, if we can kill this Demon Tiger and use its Core as a material for Refinement, with your strength, you could forge at least an Eighth Rank Weapon!"
"Alright!"
Encouraged, Ye Yang leaped forward, suddenly positioning himself in front of Song Instructor. With his palms spread wide, he instantly formed three sharp Barrier Walls. At this moment, the Barrier Wall he had painstakingly trained in finally came into play!
Song Instructor's face turned pale as he stood there motionless, blood seeping from his mouth and nose; he had clearly been injured by the roar of the Fifth-Order Beast.
Without looking back, Ye Yang shouted sternly, "Song Instructor, go back to Liang City immediately! You will only be a hindrance here!"
"Ah, Young Master Ziyu?"
Song Instructor clenched his teeth tightly, looking at the broken corpses scattered around and shedding tears of humiliation. "I... I am so useless; I can't even protect the young master!"
Saying this, Song Instructor gripped the handle of the Tri-Pointed Blade and dashed out of the jungle without looking back. Although his strength was lacking, his decisiveness relieved Ye Yang of any worries.
At that moment—Blood Roar arrived!
"Boom!"
A massive blood-colored energy formed on the Demon Tiger's forehead, taking on the shape of a Vengeful Spirit. Under the Demon Tiger's urging, this energy surged toward Ye Yang with overwhelming force!
"Bang! Bang!"
The first two Barrier Walls shattered instantly. Ye Yang's strength was only at Earth Level Four, leaving a significant gap compared to the Fifth-Order Beast!
As the roaring energy was about to break through the third Barrier Wall, Ye Yang floated away and channeled his surging Fire God Power into his Iron Sword, launching a sudden attack on the right side of the Demon Tiger!
"Wind Slash!"
With a fierce strike, the flame-wrapped sword energy howled out and struck down beside the ferocious tiger!
"Boom!"
Flames erupted, and the Demon Tiger was forced to retreat repeatedly, yet it suffered little damage, with only some singed fur. Ye Yang's full-force strike surprisingly failed to breach the Demon Tiger's defenses.
"Hmph, you scoundrel!"
After failing to land a hit, Ye Yang quickly withdrew. He was a smart person who understood that confronting the beast head-on would yield no good results.
However, the Demon Tiger would not allow this insignificant human to escape. Since arriving at Azure Peak Mountain six months ago, it had become the ruler of this forest, and the majesty of a king could not be desecrated by a mere human.
"Roar!"
With a swift motion, the Demon Tiger raised its sharp claws and struck heavily on Ye Yang's shoulder!
"Crack!"
A searing pain shot through him as several deep claw marks appeared on Ye Yang's shoulder. Fortunately, his protective energy was strong enough; otherwise, this blow would have crushed half of his body, just like those in the Guardhouse.
Ye Yang was not one to suffer in silence. In the instant he was struck by the Demon Tiger, he spread his fingers wide, channeling flames that slammed fiercely against the beast's cheek!
"Boom!"
The flames raged, burning away all of the Demon Tiger's whiskers and fur, leaving only a bare head that revealed its ferocity even more. This Fifth-Order Beast had gone mad!
Although Ye Yang's attack was fierce, it could not harm the creature's body. Ye Yang was only at Earth Level Four while the Demon Tiger had reached the peak of Earth Level Five; the gap in strength was simply too vast!
Qin Fang's voice echoed in Ye Yang's mind again: "Ye Yang, look for the Demon Tiger's weak spots. Its sides, tail, and head are covered with thick and tough fur. After cultivating to Earth Level Five, its fur has become impervious to blades and swords; your Fire God Power cannot penetrate it at all!"
"Understood!"
Enduring the pain in his shoulder, Ye Yang nodded slightly and quickly moved away from his original position. The Demon Tiger lunged with all its might, creating a fierce gust of wind that shredded a small patch of bushes.
Tiger Roars in the Mountains, a formidable presence!
“Rustling…”
Ye Yang drifted to the rear of the Demon Tiger, but suddenly a bolt of lightning streaked through the air!
“Crack!”
His left arm felt a searing pain. Looking down, Ye Yang was struck by the tail of the Demon Tiger, leaving his arm torn and bleeding. Even more terrifying, it was dislocated, making Ye Yang one arm short and further widening the gap between him and the strength of a Fifth-Order Beast.
Qin Fang exclaimed in shock, “Ye Yang, stop! Use Barrier Wall to block the Demon Tiger, and run! You are no match for this beast!”
Ye Yang gritted his teeth and replied firmly, “No need. I’ve found its weak spot!”
Saying this, Ye Yang conjured a Barrier Wall and rushed again to the back of the Demon Tiger!
“Swish!”
Once more, the tail swept through the air; the Demon Tiger’s tail was incredibly tough, like an iron whip.
“Bang!”
The strike shattered the Barrier Wall without leaving a trace, but it gave Ye Yang a precious opportunity to attack! With a roar, boundless Fire God Power surged into the Iron Sword. The worthless sword in his hand turned bright red, on the verge of melting. Just before it could dissolve, Ye Yang thrust it forward with lightning speed!
“Thud!”
Accompanied by a scream from the Demon Tiger, an extraordinary scene unfolded—
In spring, flowers bloom; in autumn, chrysanthemums blossom!
“Roar, roar, roar…”
A wail echoed through Azure Peak Valley as Ye Yang thrust the Fire God Power into the Demon Tiger, causing it immense pain and endless cries.
The Iron Sword was rendered useless, melting inside the Demon Tiger due to the Fire God Power. A large amount of Fire God Power derived from the Fire God Fragments erupted within the Demon Tiger's body. An attack of this intensity could not be endured even by a Sixth-Stage Beast, let alone a Fifth-Order Beast!
The Demon Tiger roared and howled, crashing through countless ancient trees as it fled.
Ye Yang was somewhat surprised but suddenly collapsed onto the grass, completely exhausted. His left arm was dislocated, and his right arm was bloodied and mangled, leaving him battered and bruised.
"Ye Yang, first use Refining Technique to heal your wounds, then follow the blood trail to find the Demon Tiger's lair. After being struck by your sword, this beast is surely not long for this world," Qin Fang said.
Ye Yang nodded, sitting in the grass. He gripped his right arm with his left hand and suddenly pulled, popping the dislocation back into place. It hurt a bit, but compared to the Demon Tiger's attack, this level of pain was hardly different from a mosquito bite.
He took out some Healing Ointment and applied it to his wounds. Although the Fire God Power had healing effects, it primarily restored strength quickly and did not fully heal injuries.
...
Half an hour later, his stamina had recovered to about seventy or eighty percent. Ye Yang felt a surge of energy as the Fire God Power within him also returned to a similar level; he was ready to search for the Demon Tiger's lair!
Blood from the Demon Tiger was splattered everywhere—on the grass blades, ground, and tree branches. Ye Yang's strike had thoroughly incapacitated this Fifth-Order Beast.
After walking for about five minutes, a deep cave appeared in the jungle, concealed by dense foliage. Such places were warm in winter and cool in summer; the Demon Tiger certainly knew how to enjoy itself!
Clenching his fists tightly, without a longsword, Ye Yang could only rely on his fists as he ventured into the tiger's den.
As flames gathered around his fists illuminated the cave, a strong stench assaulted his nostrils. The Demon Tiger was indeed dead, lying motionless in its lair. Ye Yang kicked it and found that this Fifth-Order Beast's body had already begun to stiffen.
Qin Fang's voice came again: "Ye Yang, the fur of the Demon Tiger is excellent material for armor, its bones are great medicinal ingredients, especially its tail which can be made into a very fine Nine-section Whip. Also, there is a Core inside its skull; extract that Core!"
"Got it!"
Ye Yang moved forward, pulling out a Short Dagger from his waist. Infusing it with Fire God Power, he tore open the skin and fur of the Demon Tiger's head. After digging a few times, a blood-red sphere appeared in his palm. It felt cool to touch; indeed it was a treasure containing immense power that thrilled Ye Yang immensely.
Qin Fang smiled and said, "What a rich energy! This fifth-tier Demon Tiger Core is indeed impressive. Ye Yang, seize the opportunity! Look at all those ores beside you, do you see them?"
Ye Yang turned around and saw, indeed, a whole area of connected ore deposits!
"Mystic Spirit Stone?"
"That's right!" Qin Fang stroked his beard and laughed, "Demon Tigers are of the Yin attribute, so they like to find places dense with Mystic Spirit Stones as their lairs. My guess was correct!"
Ye Yang was thrilled and immediately began to pry off the Mystic Spirit Stones and toss them into his Cosmic Bag. Fortunately, with this magical Spatial Bag, otherwise carrying so many stones down the mountain would surely exhaust him.
Afterward, he placed the Demon Tiger's corpse into the Cosmic Bag as well, took out some beef and fine wine, and sat down in front of the Demon Tiger's cave to eat.
The fine wine was fragrant and rich but not so strong that it made one want to vomit. This confirmed for Ye Yang that winemaking techniques had indeed regressed; compared to the wine in his hand, those inferior brews he had tasted before were nothing but clouds—extremely unpleasant!
Descending the mountain alone, without the speed of the Guardhouse holding him back, Ye Yang moved at full speed, transforming into a blue Phantom that swept past. In less than two hours, he had already arrived at Liang City.
As dusk fell, Liang City and Peng City—two military strongholds—were brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Ye Yang was half-covered in blood; his right arm's clothing was torn apart, with ragged strips hanging from his shoulder, revealing a patch of bloodied skin. His entire demeanor exuded confidence, composure, and tranquility. However, the expression on his face appeared lazy. Such a handsome young man was enough to captivate any infatuated girl. When Ye Yang revealed himself, he was indeed surrounded by a crowd of girls who were thoroughly captivated.
Perhaps those girls thought Ye Yang's attire was filled with postmodern style?
At Ye Family Manor, white cloth had been hung up; a mourning hall had been set up in the main hall!
Ye Yang was startled. Had someone in the family died?
But when Ye Yang appeared, a group of servants were so frightened that they screamed, "A ghost..."
"A ghost?"
Ye Yang frowned and shouted, "Everyone be quiet! Who has died?!"
At this moment, a person stood up ahead, looking at Ye Yang with astonishment. It was Song Instructor, his voice trembling: "Young Master Ziyu, you... you actually came back alive?"
Ye Yang laughed, "Of course!"
Song Instructor said, "The elder just took people out to search for you!"
"Oh?"
Just as Ye Yang was about to speak, suddenly Fragrant Breeze rushed in, and two soft figures leaped into his arms. It was the two Concubines, Lianxiang and Xiyu, both crying like rain: "Husband, you finally came back. You scared us to death!"
Ye Yang felt quite awkward; did he really have such a deep relationship with them?
Not long after, Ye Nantian returned. Seeing his son safe and sound filled him with great joy. He dismantled the mourning hall and decorated the place festively.
Ye Yang then took out the corpse of the Demon Tiger, which left Ye Nantian and the others in shock. Everyone knew the strength of a Fifth-Order Beast; Ye Nantian himself wasn't sure he could kill a peak Fifth-Order magical beast, yet Ye Yang had already done it!
That night, Ye Beichi also brought his only son, Ye Shuang, and the Ye Family gathered together.
Ye Nantian and Ye Beichi witnessed Ye Yang's rapid growth with great comfort. They drank until they were quite intoxicated. Subsequently, the fur, bones, and meat of the Demon Tiger were kept aside, while its head was severed and sent to the authorities. Magical beasts above the third rank were already targets for hunting and capture; a Fifth-Order Beast's head could fetch at least 5,000 taels of silver. Of course, the head of the bandit Situ Feng was also sent along.
Ye Nantian took none of this money but gave it all to Ye Yang. Thus, Ye Yang ended up with 6,000 taels of silver, which made him quite wealthy for his age. However, compared to those noble youths in Liang City, Ye Yang was still quite poor; the Ye Family was not a wealthy household by any means, and being able to produce tens of thousands of taels of silver was already their limit.
Late at night, Ye Yang entered his room and turned to instruct the two guards: "I need to undergo a long period of cultivation. No one is allowed to enter my room without my permission. Understood?"
"Yes, Young Master!"
...
Once inside the room, Ye Yang took out the Divine Dragon Cauldron, Mystic Spirit Stone, Cold Iron from his Cosmic Bag, along with a sword mold that cost ten taels of silver. It was said to be crafted by a renowned master; the blade's design was smooth and rounded, exuding an inherent killing intent without being overtly aggressive.
Under Qin Fang's guidance, he first placed 20 pounds of Cold Iron into the Divine Dragon Cauldron and infused it with Fire God Power to melt it down. Then he added 40 pounds of Mystic Spirit Stone to be melted together. The final and most crucial step was to refine the Demon Tiger Core!
The Core is an energy crystal that requires a long time to refine, and it is a very arduous process, especially the refining technique. For an entire night, Ye Yang immersed himself in the comprehension and pain of the Fire Element. His physique grew stronger under the tempering of Fire God Power, while his soul also flourished. As Qin Fang said, the stronger the soul, the more powerful the force it can unleash!
This time, Ye Yang practiced for three whole days and nights, floating above the Divine Dragon Cauldron, his body enveloped in fiery energy. His robust muscles glistened with a translucent sheen, a result of his physical refinement. If others saw this scene, they would undoubtedly consider it a miracle!
"Wow..."
Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, "I did it!"
Qin Fang's voice came through, "Hehe, well done, Ye Yang!"
The Core of the Demon Tiger had been completely refined, transforming into vibrant power that seeped into the Cold Iron and Mystic Spirit Stone lava within the Divine Dragon Cauldron. This enriched the Magma inside with even more profound energy, making the weapon forged from it truly extraordinary!
"Place it in the Weapon Mold, Ye Yang!" Qin Fang said with a smile.
Ye Yang nodded and took out the sword mold to place it in the Divine Dragon Cauldron. After pouring in a large amount of meat sauce and using subtle Fire God Power to balance and temper it, he took out the mold after a few minutes and plunged it into cold water. With a hissing sound, smoke swirled around as the mold cracked open, revealing a Sharp Sword!
Gripping the hilt, he lifted the sword to see that it radiated light throughout its body. The blade was icy cold, surrounded by swirling crimson energy—this was the effect of the Demon Tiger Core!
Qin Fang laughed heartily, "Indeed a fine sword! Ye Yang, this sword has absorbed over eighty percent of the energy from the Demon Tiger Core. However, there is still plenty of refined iron slurry left in the Divine Dragon Cauldron. You can use these remnants to forge another weapon; it surely won't be too shabby!"
Ye Yang smiled and took out another spear mold from his Cosmic Bag. With one hand raised, fiery Magma soared into the spear. Surrounded by flames and under Ye Yang's control of Fire God Power, what was originally a difficult forging task became surprisingly simple!
After a few minutes, when all the Magma remnants were used up, Ye Yang held another Weapon in his hand!
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