Leveling System of Acquiring Skill From Books

He walked over with an angry face.    

"Young Master Ye, you are Xiangyang's master. How can you do that?"    

Ye Chen frowned slightly.    

This old man was really meddlesome.    

" Oh? What did I do?"    

"A piece of trash like the Spiritual Palm not only consumes spirit energy, its power is also small. How can you teach him this kind of skill?"    

"What? You dare to insult my watchman skill?"    

A murderous look flashed across Ye Chen's eyes.    

"Since that's the case, you can definitely resist my skill?"    

"Of course."    

Uncle Zhao had a confident look on his face.    

He was a Golden Core Perfection warrior, and Ye Chen's cultivation realm was at most similar to his.    

How could this kind of trash skill hurt him?    

"Alright, I'll attack you later. If you can defend against my attack, I'll teach Xiangyang an Earth Level skill. If you can't defend against it, just apologize to me honestly. What do you think?"    

"No problem."    

Uncle Zhao agreed without hesitation.    

Xiangyang was very worried.    

As his understanding of the Spiritual Palm became deeper and deeper, he was also able to discover the profoundness and mysteriousness of the Spiritual Palm.    

How could Uncle Zhao easily resist such a high level skill?    

"Uncle Zhao, forget it."    

Uncle Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "You really misled him! Today, I must expose your rubbish magic formula."    

"No problem, don't shout about pain later." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and said.    

Seeing that Uncle Zhao had made up his mind, Xiangyang could only look at Ye Chen helplessly.    

"Master, please show mercy."    

"I know."    

...... Hmph! "    

Uncle Zhao, on the other hand, had a look of disdain on his face. He channeled all the spirit energy in his body, and a huge defensive shield appeared.    

Immediately after, a Big Handprint suddenly fell down.    

Uncle Zhao's eyes stared at Boss. What was this pressure?    

It was as if it weighed ten thousand kilograms, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on it.    

Let alone him, even a Nascent Soul would be defeated.    

Uncle Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood.    

"How is this possible? How can an ordinary Spiritual Palm have such powerful strength?"    

Uncle Zhao still didn't give up. He unleashed a stream of spirit energy, which turned into a sharp thorn.    

"Watch how I break it!"    

"Dream on."    

Ye Chen sneered.    

The Spiritual Palm that had been transformed by the Book Sea had changed into thousands of different shapes. In order to break his attack, Uncle Zhao needed to have the cultivation of Late Nascent Soul Stage.    

Obviously, Uncle Zhao's strength hadn't reached this level yet.    

In an instant, the Big Handprint changed once again.    

The Big Handprint twisted 180 degrees in the air. It grabbed the thorn and broke it into pieces.    

"Not good!"    

Uncle Zhao reacted quickly and retreated.    

Today, he had finally experienced how extraordinary Ye Chen's Big Handprint was.    

However, the Big Handprint suddenly changed. Its attack range was several times smaller than before. With his fast speed, he could still run away.    

Ye Chen didn't say anything. Instead, he revealed a cold smile.    

How dare you underestimate me? Are you blind?    

"Myriad Buddha Dynasty!"    

This name is too domineering!    

Xiangyang who was watching from the side was pleasantly surprised.    

Immediately after, the Big Handprint turned into nothingness. It suddenly split into countless handprints, and like a cannonball, it smashed towards Uncle Zhao at high speed.    

"No!"    

Uncle Zhao let out a desperate roar when he felt a powerful force.    

Five minutes later...    

Uncle Zhao had been following Ye Chen, wanting to learn this skill.    

But Ye Chen saw that his talent was too poor, so he didn't want to teach him.    

As for Xiangyang, he was already stunned by this powerful skill.    

"Master, can I also be this powerful in the future?"    

"No."    

Ye Chen shook his head lightly. "This is a technique that I created by myself. You want to do it to this extent? If you want to surpass me, it is as difficult as ascending to the heavens! However, if you want to unleash seventy to eighty percent of its power... With your talent, you can still do it."    

"That's enough! You're too amazing!"    

Xiangyang was so excited that he started dancing.    

At this moment, Ye Chen's words dampened his enthusiasm like cold water.    

"Your cultivation depends on yourself. From today onwards, you will go to the Tianxiu Sect in Jianghai and take charge of alchemy. You are not allowed to leave the mountain until you reach the Nascent Soul."    

"No!"    

Xiangyang's expression became bitter.    

He wasn't a cultivator before, but that didn't mean he knew nothing about cultivation.    

There were so many geniuses in his family, and there weren't more than ten of them who could reach the Nascent Soul Stage.    

Moreover, all of them were very old. Could it be that he had to cultivate alone for a few decades?    

"Master, can I not go?"    

Ye Chen said coldly, "No, when a Divine Immortal wants to entrust a heavy responsibility to a single person, that person will experience a lot of suffering. This is the only way you can go. The suffering I suffered back then was more than several times greater than yours. "    

Ye Chen very naturally told a lie.    

He had been a cultivator for less than a year.    

Not only did he not suffer, he did not even go through simple bitter cultivation, but his cultivation level had been rising rapidly.    

However, in order to trick Xiangyang into concocting pills, he could only lie to Xiangyang.    

"Really?"    

"Yes, it's true. You know very little about the path of cultivation. For me to be able to reach my current level, I definitely can't do it overnight. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Zhao." Ye Chen shrugged.    

Uncle Zhao nodded seriously. "Young Master Ye is right. If you want to be stronger than others, not only do you need to have strong talent, but also talent. If you want to be stronger than others, not only do you need strong talent, you also need to have stronger willpower than others. Young Master Ye might have gone through a lot of hardships to have today's peerless talent. "    

"That's right. If you want to be arrogant in front of others, you must suffer a lot secretly. Xiangyang, don't you want to prove yourself?"    

Xiangyang clenched his fists and stomped his feet.    

"Alright, master. I will depart for Tianxiu Sect tomorrow."    

"Good disciple!" Ye Chen patted his shoulder earnestly, as if he had placed endless hopes on him.    

"Master, I have a request before I leave."    

"What is it?"    

"[I was once abandoned by a woman, that humiliation made me feel unbearable pain.] Now that I'm a cultivator, I want revenge. " Xiangyang gritted his teeth and said.    

"Is there such a thing? I'll go with you." Ye Chen said quietly.    

Xiangyang said, "Master, thank you!"    

In the evening.    

The two of them appeared outside a luxurious villa.    

This villa covered a very large area, and its location was excellent.    

The value of this villa could be as high as one billion.    

Even Ye Chen's residence in Jianghai could not compare to it.    

Xiangyang had not discovered the Spiritual root since he was young. In order to protect Xiangyang's position, Xiang Tian had Xiangyang agree to an engagement with the daughter of a rich merchant in the mortal world.    

Even if Xiangyang could not cultivate, he could at least live a wealthy life.    

But who would have thought that this rich merchant was ambitious. After learning about the secret of cultivation, he had looked down on Xiangyang.    

After he found a stronger backer, his daughter ruthlessly canceled the engagement and abandoned Xiangyang.    

Xiang Tian should have taken revenge on that rich merchant for this matter, but the backer that the rich merchant had found was stronger, so he could not do anything about it.    

After this matter, Xiangyang received even more ridicule. It was as if he was nailed to the pillar of shame, allowing others to ridicule him.