Evil Master and Disciple

The Red Sun Heart Thunder Art is a pure yang and extremely strong cultivation method.

It can only be practiced during the day when the Yang energy is at its peak.

If you practice at night, there is a high possibility of serious consequences due to insufficient Yang energy.

After all, this thing is used to cultivate the vital points around the body.

If you are not careful, you may be paralyzed for life.

Therefore, Ye Feng could only practice this set of mental skills during the day and had to finish before the sun set.

I've been having a lot of fun since I came back recently. Although I'm still practicing the Yunhai Jue at night, I've fallen behind in the Chiyang Xinlei Jue for nearly half a month.

Today I saw those disciples fighting in the square, and thinking that the day after tomorrow is the first day of the fighting, I should cram for it.

There's a saying that goes, "Sharpen your sword before battle; even if it's not bright, it will shine."

After entering into a state of meditation, Ye Feng found it difficult to perceive the changes in his surroundings. He could not even feel that there was a layer of weak electric arc on the surface of his skin, slowly surging and flowing like water waves.

At this moment, his attention was focused on those weak points to avoid any accidents.

After feeling that the Yang energy entering his body had obviously weakened a lot, Ye Feng slowly stopped practicing.

"Hu!" He gently exhaled the turbid air from his lungs and slowly opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, there was a black head right in front of me.

"Ghost!"

Ye Feng didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, there was an ugly head in front of him. He was caught off guard and was shocked. At the same time as he let out a strange cry, his right fist came out.

"Ouch! You little brat! How dare you hit your master? That's outrageous!"

Fatty Yulong covered his eyes, took a few steps back, and shouted loudly.

Ye Feng looked carefully and found that it was indeed his fat master!

"Master...how...how could it be you?! I thought it was a ghost!"

Ye Feng quickly stood up and went forward to comfort her.

As expected of him being the ugliest man in Yunhai Sect, when Ye Feng first glanced at that head, he actually thought it was a ferocious evil ghost.

Fortunately, Fatty Yulong had a high level of cultivation and dodged in time, otherwise Ye Feng's punch would have turned him into a one-eyed panda.

Sanzhier's signature moves are back again.

Lying on the stone table, it pounded the tabletop with its front paws frantically, making a sharp, squeaking laugh.

The expression and movements were very lifelike. Even with severe myopia and cataracts and partial blindness, one could tell that the little guy was laughing at Fatty Yulong.

Fatty Yulong rubbed his eyes and sat on the recliner.

Seeing Sanzhier's actions, he turned to Ye Feng and asked, "Is Sanzhier laughing at me?"

"No! Absolutely not! How could Sanzhier laugh at you, Master!"

As he said that, he turned around and glared at Sanzhier fiercely.

Seeing this, Sanzhier stopped pounding the table and laughing wildly, and instead covered his mouth with his little paws and laughed softly.

Seeing this, Master Yulong was delighted and said, "This little fellow really understands human nature! I like him!"

Ye Feng reached out and pulled Sanzhier off the table, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured a cup of tea for his master.

"Master, I'm practicing. Why are you so close to me? Is your eye okay?"

"How could your fist, smaller than a red bean paste bun, possibly harm your master's eyes? You should worry about your hand first! Your master's power is unparalleled in the world. That blow just now most likely broke your arm!"

Ye Feng moved his right arm and said, "Master, my arm is fine. Let me take a look at your eyes."

"Have you checked your arm thoroughly? It's probably an internal injury!"

"My hand is really fine..."

"As long as you're okay, well...boy, were you practicing the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Technique just now?"

"Uh? Master, how did you know?"

Ye Feng was a little surprised.

In his opinion, whether practicing the Cloud Sea Art or the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art, they all involve sitting cross-legged in meditation, not moving at all, so there shouldn't be any noticeable difference.

Could it be that my master is really a hermit who is pretending to be a pig but actually eating the tiger?

Master Yulong rubbed his left eye, which had been gouged out by Ye Feng's punch, and said, "The lightning power in your body can kill a big, stupid elephant with lightning. Do you think I'm blind, your master?"

"Ah? Master! I have already cultivated the power of thunder and lightning? How come I didn't know!"

Ye Feng was overjoyed when he heard this.

In the past few months, he has been concentrating on developing the vital points in his body, practicing over and over again according to the mental methods taught to him by the old man who guards the temple.

He hadn't even noticed that he had actually cultivated an electric arc.

Seeing Ye Feng's surprised and happy expression, Fatty Yulong frowned slightly.

"I say, you're such a conceited kid! You don't even know how far you've come in your cultivation. From now on, spend less time picking up girls and more time cultivating.

If a cultivator cannot fully grasp his or her own cultivation realm, it is quite dangerous, especially for the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art."

Seeing that the fat master was talking to him with a serious expression that was rare to him, Ye Feng felt secretly lucky.

Fortunately, my master discovered it today, otherwise I might have gone astray in the future.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. I will keep them in mind."

"Yeah!" Fatty Yulong nodded slowly, and then his serious expression became a little obscene.

He squinted his eyes and leaned his head towards Ye Feng.

He said, "Feng'er, why didn't you tell me when our ancestor taught you the Red Sun Heart Thunder Technique?"

"Ah? You also... No, no, the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art was not... not taught to me by the old senior!"

"Hmph, you're still hiding this from Master? In the entire Yunhai Sect, only the ancestor and the second brother know the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Technique. There's no way the second brother would teach you this technique. Besides the ancestor in the ancestral hall in the back mountain, who else could teach you?"

"Master, do you think... is it possible that I, your disciple, am gifted and exceptionally gifted, one in a million, and that this Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art was something I comprehended through my own understanding of the creation of heaven and earth and the laws of the universe during my cultivation?"

Master Yulong glanced at Ye Feng, whose face was calm and whose heart was steady.

“I don’t know if you are gifted or not, but your shamelessness is truly one in a million.

I thought I was shameless enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more shameless than me, your teacher!

With your meager cultivation, you still want to create your own Red Sun Heart Thunder Art? If I weren't old and diabetic, I'd really like to wake you up right now with my urine."

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Master, alright, I'll be honest, the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art was indeed passed down to me by the old senior."

"That shouldn't be the case. Back then, I held onto his thigh and begged him for three days and three nights, but he still refused to teach me. You're not any more handsome than me, so how could the ancestor have taught you? What method did you use?"

"I also hugged his thighs and begged."

"Did you pray for six days and six nights? Damn, I knew the ancestors were testing me back then! Why didn't I persevere?"

"No." Ye Feng laughed dryly, "I just hugged his thighs and cried a few times, and then he taught me."

"What did you say?!"

Fatty Yulong suddenly stood up.

"Is it because I didn't cry back then? Oh my... crying, making a fuss, and even threatening to hang oneself, the old man just fell for it! How could I have forgotten this!"

Fatty Yulong looked annoyed, then he walked towards Ye Feng with a sly smile on his face, rubbing his hands like a fly.

Fatty Yulong was not good-looking to begin with, and with a lewd smile on his face and a mouth full of yellow teeth, he looked disgusting.

Ye Feng was frightened and said, "Master... your smile is so vulgar and disgusting. Are you asking me to teach you the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Technique?"

"Or maybe my Feng'er is smart. Actually, it's not really teaching. We study together and make progress together!"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I guess not."

The smile on Fatty Yulong's old face suddenly turned ferocious, and he shouted, "Why not? Think about it with your conscience. I've treated you well over the years!"

"Master, that's not what I meant. It's just that the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Technique can only be practiced by virgin boys."

Fatty Yulong glared at him, "What? Only boys can practice cultivation? I, your master, have little education. You can't lie to me!"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, go ask our ancestors. The Red Sun Heart Thunder Technique can only be practiced by virgins. Once you lose your virginity, the Yang Thunder will turn into Yin Thunder.

And they cannot cultivate Yin Thunder directly. In other words, Yin Thunder can only be transformed from Yang Thunder, and those who are not virgins cannot directly cultivate Yin Thunder."

Fatty Yulong was dumbfounded. He muttered, "Could this be the reason why our ancestors didn't teach me back then? Yuying, I'm not done with you!"

Ye Feng heard his master mumbling and asked curiously, "Master, what did you say just now? I think you mentioned Yuying..."

"What Yuying? Where did Yuying come from?! Is there something wrong with your ears..."

Ye Feng scratched his head.

Did I hear it wrong? Just now, I seemed to have vaguely heard Master muttering about Yuying or something.

Fatty Yulong looked down at his lower body, then sat back on the recliner in frustration, took out his wine gourd and took a few big gulps.

"It's all my fault for not being able to control my lower body..."

After a while, Fatty Yulong also accepted his fate and said, "By the way, Feng'er, since you've signed up for the duel, you need a decent sword. Your broken sword is so rusty that it's going to make others laugh when you get on the stage. I almost forgot I got you a sword yesterday."

As he spoke, Fatty Yulong took out a long sword in a wide scabbard from his storage bracelet.

They are all brand new and you can tell at a glance that they are freshly baked new products.

Ye Feng took it with both hands and said happily: "Thank you, Master!"

Fatty Yulong said, "Generally speaking, the more compatible a magic weapon's attributes are with its owner, the more powerful it can be.

You have a lively and active personality, cynical, and just like your name, free as the wind..."

Ye Feng screamed excitedly: "So this is a wind-attributed immortal sword?!"

"No, this sword is of earth element."

"What? Master, you just said that the more the magic weapon's attributes match its owner's temperament, the better. I'm as free as the wind, and my name even has the word 'wind' in it, so how did I become earth-type?"

Earth-based magic weapons emphasize defense, and generally only people with good character can better control magic weapons.

I am Ye Daba, the evildoer!

How could Master think that he has a good character?!

Is this what they mean when they say, "A good disciple is in the eyes of a master, and a beautiful woman is in the eyes of a lover"?

(There is another chapter later)