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"Good, very good. Dare to offend me, Feng Jia, and you will know what it means to wish you were dead!" Feng Jia laughed in anger.
"If you don't leave now, I will make you understand what it means to wish you were dead!" Ye Feng's gaze suddenly turned extremely cold, the intent to kill slithering into Feng Jia's body like invisible snakes, causing him to tremble again in fear.
"Leave!" Feng Jia turned around without looking back. He had considered having a subordinate test the other party's true abilities, but now was not the time. If the other party revealed their true strength and retaliated violently, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect would not back him up because he had provoked them first.
Although the Feng Family was renowned in Ning Cang City and feared as an Earth-Level Family, this clearly did not include the Heavenly Mechanism Sect.
As a Heavenly Level Sect, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect would handle all disputes among disciples impartially. Even a heavenly family could not influence the decisions within the Heavenly Mechanism Sect.
"You better not pass the first round of the Talent Assessment; otherwise, during the survival trial, I will definitely test your true abilities," Feng Jia forcibly suppressed his anger and led his group away.
The few young experts following Feng Jia were puzzled by his actions but could only hold back their anger. The tall girl Pan Li was particularly surprised, yet she understood that her young master must have his reasons for acting this way. She didn't take it too much to heart; she was just deeply impressed by Ye Feng's arrogant demeanor and shot him a fierce glare before leaving, her eyes filled with killing intent.
"This group of youngsters is truly troublesome!" Feng Jia left without closing the door behind him. Ye Feng didn't mind; after all, they were members of a prominent family and recognized as talented disciples. Giving them some face would prevent an immediate violent conflict.
Ye Feng had also specifically reviewed the relevant regulations in the handbook. If a severe conflict occurred, regardless of who was right or wrong, both parties would immediately lose their qualification for assessment. This was the real reason Ye Feng left them a way out.
Comfortably lying on his bed, Ye Feng pondered. Having just entered a new place, he had already gotten into significant conflict with local powers—was this good or bad for him?
This question did not trouble him for long. As a martial artist, one should act according to their own will. If he were to cower at every little threat, he would never be able to temper his mindset and willpower.
Mindset and willpower may seem ethereal but are closely related to one's soul and directly affect whether a martial artist can step into the Divine Martial Realm and become the true Ye Feng.
How could a timid and cowardly martial artist ever reach the pinnacle of martial arts?
Of course, acting according to one's will does not mean being reckless. If faced with an overwhelmingly powerful force that posed an immediate threat to his life, Ye Feng would choose to endure temporarily. This compromise regarding life would not affect his character or willpower training; rather, it would lead him to seek strength and change with greater motivation.
The Feng Family is an Earth-Level Family with a Xuanwu Realm Martial Saint backing them up; killing him would be easy. However, he was currently at the Heavenly Mechanism Sect and had only engaged in verbal conflict with a junior member of the Feng Family. The Feng Family would not mobilize a Xuanwu Realm Martial Saint over such a minor junior.
With this thought in mind, Ye Feng felt much more at ease. His previous worries dissipated instantly, and his state of mind improved significantly. The State of Mind Cultivation also relaxed again, hinting at further improvement ahead.
State of Mind Cultivation is generally only valued when one is in the Late Stage of the Gale Martial Realm and attempting to break through to the Xuanwu Realm. Ye Feng began to continuously stimulate the potential of State of Mind Cultivation early on, which will only bring him more benefits in his future cultivation.
To understand the specifics of State of Mind Cultivation, one needs to join the Heavenly Mechanism Sect and obtain information from some secret manuals. For now, Ye Feng is not in a hurry and allows his state of mind to develop freely.
Bai Jing fell silent for a moment, slowly getting up. He cautiously glanced at the passing corridor from the doorway, confirming that Feng Jia and the others had completely left before closing the door and returning to his bed.
Disguised as Zhou Jun, Ye Feng rested with his eyes closed on another bed, seemingly unfazed by earlier events. In contrast, Bai Jing's emotions were fluctuating. He was well aware of the consequences of offending Feng Jia; at least among this batch of preparatory disciples, no one would risk offending Feng Jia to befriend him.
However, he knew that the grievances were ultimately stirred up by himself. He would not blame Ye Feng; after all, it was the latter who had insulted his family first. If he lacked even this bit of courage to retaliate, he would not have given up on joining an Earth-Level Sect or challenged his potential by striving to enter a Heavenly Level Sect.
Deep down, he still yearned to become stronger and hoped that the Bai Family, which had long been discriminated against, could produce a peak powerhouse in martial arts.
"You did nothing wrong. If someone dared to insult my family, I might immediately kill that person. A martial artist who cannot protect their own family and relatives has no business cultivating," Ye Feng seemed to sense Bai Jing's thoughts and maintained a reclining position as if these words were merely for himself.
"During cultivation, a martial artist will inevitably experience various hardships. Whether to endure temporarily or draw their sword in anger is a difficult balance to strike. Your talent for cultivation is good; you just lack a bit in this aspect. If you can grasp this balance well, you will surely carve out your own path in martial arts."
These few sentences greatly moved Bai Jing. Although they seemed very broad and were mentioned in many classic texts, putting them into practice was incredibly difficult.
"If you were me, what would you do?" Bai Jing suddenly asked, eager for some specific guidance.
Ye Feng sat up and looked deeply at him for a moment before breaking into a smile and saying, "There's no need to be so serious. We're not discussing matters of life and death or honor; it's just a small dispute."
"Even if I hadn't provoked him and shifted Feng Jia's attention away, he would have only given you a minor lesson before forgetting about you. You might remember this humiliation for life, but for him, it’s just a small episode in his life," Ye Feng casually remarked. "So you won't be in any danger; on the contrary, you'll benefit from this incident and learn things that cannot be found in Supreme Technique manuals."
The matters concerning state of mind are indeed too esoteric; for Bai Jing at this moment, it is also too early. Speaking about it would only confuse him further, so Ye Feng merely hinted at it without elaborating.
"I still want to know how you would handle this matter more perfectly," Bai Jing gritted his teeth and continued to ask the same question.
Ye Feng frowned slightly; Bai Jing was somewhat stubborn. Although he didn't know whether such stubbornness was good or bad for martial arts cultivation, he lowered his head again and pondered for a moment before saying, "I would subtly tell him when he enters that I won't choose to join your team because I currently have no money."
"Ah?" Bai Jing was somewhat confused because he had indeed thought about this but did not want to waste an opportunity that was within reach. He always believed that joining Feng Jia's team would increase his chances of surviving the trial.
"Because you really don't have any money, but you want to bargain with the other party, this instead piques their interest and leads them to investigate your background, ultimately resulting in Feng Jia disgracing your family." Ye Feng said helplessly, "You should be well aware of the impact your family Clan Meeting has on you, so saying too much to the other party will only bring more trouble. Among this batch of preparatory disciples, there are definitely not many who can produce a thousand taels of gold to join the Demon Hunting Squad. If you refuse directly, they will immediately turn around and leave, not wanting to waste too much time on you, nor will they delve into your background."
Ye Feng explained in sufficient detail, and Bai Jing listened attentively. His expression gradually became somewhat grim; indeed, he had overestimated himself, thinking he could strike up a conversation, bargain, and establish a relationship to join that powerful Demon Hunting Squad. He did not realize that there was an invisible chasm between martial artists, one defined by strength and background—something that cannot be erased by anyone.
"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Zhou. Truly, listening to you is worth more than ten years of study. However, I still have one thing I don't understand." Bai Jing's emotions gradually calmed down. No one could deny their origins; he was no exception. Rather than worry about it, he might as well focus on his cultivation. Since he chose to abandon literature for martial arts, he should have that awareness.
"You certainly have a lot of questions today." Despite saying this, Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and lay back down on the bed, signaling for him to continue.
"Your cultivation isn't higher than Feng Jia, and your family background doesn't seem impressive either. Why would he be so wary of you? Did you hide your background or cultivation level and he figured it out? But the Zhou family isn't well-known in Nanling County, and Feng Jia shouldn't know your origins?" Bai Jing said earnestly.
"Perhaps..." Ye Feng pouted; he didn't expect Bai Jing to guess so close to the truth.
"Maybe I look older than I am, plus I exude a strong aura of Kingly Dominance. They might have mistakenly thought I was an Expert of the Gale Martial Realm hiding my true abilities. Hahaha!" Ye Feng suddenly burst into carefree laughter, startling him.
However, he still leaned closer to Ye Feng, carefully examining his youthful face after disguise. He pouted and muttered in dissatisfaction, "No matter how you look at it, you only seem sixteen or seventeen years old. Although Feng Jia has decent cultivation talent, he's not very bright if he got scared just like that. He should consider who can reach the Gangwu Realm before twenty years old? Only someone who started cultivating from birth would have a chance at such an achievement."
Ye Feng, whose lips had spread wide in laughter, suddenly pursed them tightly again, his expression becoming extremely strange. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
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