Chapter 118: The Ability to Foresee the Future

Ye Wuya also intended to begin searching for cultivation methods beyond the traditional path of harnessing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. For now, he was focused on gradually stabilizing his sword intent, a massive, step-by-step undertaking.

What he lacked most was time.

With his dantian shattered, the spiritual energy that once circulated through his meridians was gone. Since his dantian and meridians were essentially ruined, finding an alternative method had become an urgent priority.

Thus, Ye Wuya spent the entire afternoon waiting for his body to recover automatically while stabilizing his sword intent. The repeated exhaustion of his physical potential last time should have been enough to kill him, but the essence blood left behind by Xue Qing had spared his life. Now, however, even that essence blood was nearly depleted.

Ye Wuya felt that once his body recovered this time, his physical strength would ascend to a new level.

As dusk fell, night began to descend.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A sound of knocking came from outside the door.

"The door isn't locked. Come in," Ye Wuya said, retracting his aura and turning his head.

"Master, it's me. I've brought your dinner."

Jiang Xiaoxiao?

Ye Wuya nodded. He hadn't wasted his efforts in taking her as a disciple; she at least knew to bring him food.

"Did you make this?"

"Yes, I just slaughtered a bird and made some soup." Jiang Xiaoxiao placed the tableware in front of Ye Wuya and then sat down.

"The Vice Sect Master and the Seventh Elder said they are already discussing the martial tournament," Jiang Xiaoxiao said softly.

Ye Wuya took a spoonful and tasted it.

"The flavor is good. Go on."

"But Master, I don't want to fight with those children. I want them to have the Qingyun Sect elders fight me all at once. I want to beat them up!"

"I support you," Ye Wuya nodded slightly. "Tell me your thoughts."

"Sigh, but I'm afraid it might disturb your important matters, Master," Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed lightly.

"Hmm." Ye Wuya paused. "It would, indeed."

"But it won't take long. There will be plenty of places for you to fight! And quite a few of them," Ye Wuya said. "I won't be going out for the time being. You should be careful while you're at the Qingyun Sect." Ye Wuya set down his utensils and spoke gently.

"Got it! I was just worrying about not finding anyone to beat up," Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed.

A young person with drive—Ye Wuya had no reason not to support her. A peaceful environment suited him, but it certainly did not suit a personality like Jiang Xiaoxiao's.

"Master, I'm going to build my own faction in the future!"

"Sure. Wait for me to go there to spend my retirement."

"Okay, I'll take care of you."

Ye Wuya: "..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao's visit was merely an interlude. From that day on, Ye Wuya remained immersed in recovering his body—a period that could be considered his seclusion.

Recovering his body and studying that coffin lid—these were the two top priorities.

At one point, Ye Wuya quietly exited his meditative state. It was not because his cultivation had advanced, but because two things left him feeling puzzled.

First, why did the Vice Sect Master possess such immense divine sense? Ye Wuya felt that there was an infinite amount of potential within divine sense to be explored. For instance, his sword intent was inextricably linked to it. He set this matter aside for now, deciding to explore it slowly in the future.

Furthermore, what embarrassed him was that his body had stopped recovering. Xue Qing’s essence blood was exhausted, and he lacked the power to heal...

The stone tablet also seemed to have become plain and unremarkable, appearing to be nothing more than a useless rock. Yet, Ye Wuya firmly believed in the principle that ancient objects often hide their true nature.

Ye Wuya sighed softly. Fortunately, everything was still moving in a positive direction. For now, the best plan was to recover his body first and then figure out a way to cultivate.

Calming his heart, a wisp of a special energy wandered through his limbs and bones, slowly restoring his body.

He did not know how much time had passed. He only knew that every night, Jiang Xiaoxiao would bring him dinner—a very lavish one at that—and after eating, he would resume his tireless recovery. As for cultivation techniques, there were none! He simply controlled that wisp of energy as it surged aimlessly. He had only one basic, self-created method to support the circulation of that energy, and fortunately, his body was recovering at a steady pace.

One day, Ye Wuya realized he could "see."

It wasn't that he had gone blind or broken through to a new level; it was as if it happened naturally. Even without opening his eyes, he could see a world of vivid colors.

The blood-gold text spheres had long since vanished, replaced by various lines surrounded by a fluorescent glow—some were golden threads, others silver. These were clearly composed of those blood-gold text spheres!

He looked at a wall.

"A wall. It will collapse in half a year due to an attack by the Lieyang Sect."

An inexplicable prompt echoed in his mind. Immediately, a series of images flooded his thoughts: countless cultivators charging in, and one cultivator leading a giant ape the size of a small hill, smashing a wall to pieces with a single strike.

Ye Wuya: "..."

What was this? How could such a large sect be breached to this extent by the Lieyang Sect? They even reached the Scripture Pavilion? Just how powerful was the Lieyang Sect?

He looked toward the Yanhuang Mountains—the barren range he had just emerged from. That was no pleasant place.

He looked at the door again.

"Ten minutes later, destroyed by a fierce attack."

A single attack? Ye Wuya became intrigued.

Just as he wanted to look further, a figure pushed the door open.

"Master, I'm here!"

Suddenly, Ye Wuya felt the world spinning. The energy he had felt just moments ago withered away instantly. While he still had his wits about him, he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to see even the images flashing through his mind.

"Master?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurried over, looking with astonishment at Ye Wuya, who appeared as if he had been struck by lightning.

"I'm fine," Ye Wuya shook his head. "My divine sense was slightly overdrawn."

"Oh."

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched him, still worried, and helped him lie down on the nearby bed.

"Has your cultivation improved again?" Ye Wuya asked, feeling quite surprised.

The impression Jiang Xiaoxiao gave him had deepened! The entire person felt different, as if she had become more reserved and composed.

"Yes, I just broke through," Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded.

Although Ye Wuya was not surprised, when he thought about the achievements Jiang Xiaoxiao might attain in the future, the corner of his mouth twitched, a rare movement for his long-stagnant facial muscles.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had once said she would become the first Empress in history, trampling all the previous Empresses beneath her feet!

Had he, by chance, picked up an Empress?

Ye Wuya confirmed two things: first, he was able to see glimpses of the future, but it consumed a massive amount of divine sense. For some people, even reading a short hint could drain his divine sense completely.