Chapter 15: Soul Perception Detection

Ye Mingzhen, who was in second place, now carefully examined Ye Liuyun.

She guessed that Ye Liuyun was likely to defeat Ye Wanjian and then challenge her, so she thought she should first challenge Ye Tianci, giving herself enough rest time to deal with Ye Liuyun.

She then said to the cultivating Ye Tianci, "Senior brother, may I, your junior sister, get a glimpse of your strength?"

Ye Tianci finally stopped his cultivation and said lightly, "As you wish! But you are not my opponent."

Ye Mingzhen smiled, "Then we have to try to know!"

The two of them rose simultaneously and leapt toward the arena.

Ye Mingzhen's figure suddenly manifested several images at once, real and fake, making it impossible to tell which was the true body.

Ye Tianci took a step forward, and a dragon's roar echoed beneath his feet; his silhouette flickered in and out, and in a flash he was already on the arena.

The two unintentionally compared their footwork, drawing endless gasps from the crowd below.

"Phantom Step, Hidden Dragon Step! Both are Yellow Tier supreme footwork!"

"No wonder they're the top one and two of the inner palace! Just their footwork inspires worship!"

Ye Liuyun also noticed their footwork and felt immense pressure.

"It seems that the thousand‑year blood spirit fruit is not easy to obtain! Their footwork not only ranks high, but also has been cultivated to near perfection!"

After the two steadied themselves on the stage, the mere aura they exuded made the surrounding spectators step back a few more paces, fearing the aftershocks of their battle.

"Junior sister, you strike first! If I move, you might lose the chance!" Ye Tianci said lightly.

Ye Mingzhen was not angered by Ye Tianci's arrogance; she answered solemnly and immediately launched a preemptive attack.

She split into three images, each attacking Ye Tianci from different directions. Simultaneously, the images released twin palms, intertwining illusion and reality, enveloping Ye Tianci.

Ye Tianci, unhurried, closed his eyes and casually threw a punch toward a figure behind him.

The punch rang out accompanied by a deep dragon roar, whistling toward Ye Mingzhen.

The figure behind Ye Tianci instantly split into three images and dodged, while the other two images vanished.

Ye Liuyun stared unblinking at their moves, continuously analyzing in his mind: "Ye Tianci—Body Refining Eighth Peak, Ye Mingzhen—Body Refining Eighth Level later stage;

Ye Tianci can even sense Ye Mingzhen's true form through his senses; perhaps he discerns it with his Soul.

Ye Mingzhen's Falling Flower Palm and Ye Tianci's Crashing Dragon Fist are only Yellow Tier supreme techniques. Could they still retain strength?

Sure enough, their first moves clashed and instantly diverged, then they both switched techniques.

"Flowing Wine Cup!" Ye Mingzhen shouted, her figure suddenly becoming six images that surrounded Ye Tianci, each palm releasing a stream of true qi that flowed like a river, winding toward Ye Tianci rather than moving straight.

This is definitely a Mysterious Tier lower‑grade technique!

Ye Tianci again closed his eyes, and his form vanished within the circle of Ye Mingzhen's images. When he reappeared, he stood behind one image, extended a finger, and pointed at Ye Mingzhen's shoulder.

"Cold Light Finger!"

But the finger did not exert full force; the cold light lingered at the tip, condensed and unissued.

Ye Mingzhen saw the unissued finger, turned pale, and immediately conceded defeat.

At such close range, if Ye Tianci hadn't held back, she would have already been struck by that finger!

Moreover, Ye Tianci could also break her footwork, making any further strike meaningless.

"What a pity! Didn't see the power of Ye Tianci's finger! But at least it's a Great Achievement Mysterious Tier lower‑grade technique!" Ye Liuyun thought regretfully.

However, through this battle he realized that if the Soul is strong enough, one can almost stand invincible.

The fight between Ye Tianci and Ye Mingzhen represented the pinnacle strength among their peers.

Even someone as proud as Ye Wanjian had to admit he was inferior to the two.

Even the Elders on the stand kept nodding in praise; their realms and techniques were flawless.

Ye Liuyun felt his blood boil, their greatness stirring his own fighting spirit.

A strand of red light flickered in his bloodline, his fighting intent surged, hinting at an explosive trend.

He hurriedly steadied his mind and calmed his Qi, suppressing the bloodline's fluctuations. At the same time he closed his eyes, using his Soul to sense the surrounding changes.

"Hah! Han Dan's imitation steps! Does he think he's Ye Tianci?" Ye Wanjian sneered, noticing Ye Liuyun had also closed his eyes.

Ye Tianci, returning to his spot, saw Ye Liuyun's action and his expression grew solemn.

"Interesting! Rare to have a worthy opponent!" He felt Ye Liuyun's Soul fluctuations and took him as a rival.

Someone shouted in response.

"Heavens! Ye Tianci actually treats Ye Liuyun as a rival? Did I hear that right?"

"Impossible! How could Ye Liuyun be Ye Tianci's opponent!"

Hearing Ye Tianci's words, Ye Mingzhen again looked cautiously toward Ye Liuyun.

She knew Ye Tianci never considered her an opponent. Yet now he regarded Ye Liuyun as a rival, which proved Ye Liuyun was stronger than she.

At this moment, Ye Liuyun was trying to use his Soul's power to sketch the surrounding situation in his mind.

Within a span of over ten meters, everything appeared in his mind like a painting—the people's gazes, movements, voices—all clearly displayed before him.

He completely ignored the outside chatter, focusing solely on cultivation.

The Soul's detection range of over ten meters was still insufficient for guaranteed victory. He aimed to expand it to about twenty meters before confronting Ye Tianci.

However, the cultivation of the Soul itself consumes the Soul, so after a short while he had to pause and rest.

The contest was ongoing; he dared not deplete his Soul too much, lest it affect the later matches.

On the arena, the crowd continued battling for ranks nine through twenty, while the top eight had essentially been settled without dispute.

"I should also move around and cultivate my Soul again," thinking this, Ye Liuyun stood up and walked toward the arena.

"Look, Ye Liuyun is about to step onto the stage to challenge Ye Wanjian!" someone shouted.

Two disciples on the stage had just finished their battle, so the others cleared the arena, and no one rushed to claim it.

Ye Liuyun stepped onto the arena and looked at Ye Wanjian.

"Ye Wanjian, step out for a duel!"

"Hmph! Dare to challenge me, you're just courting death!" Ye Wanjian snorted coldly and stepped onto the arena.

Ye Liuyun, unhurried, pulled the massive blacksmith's hammer out of his Storage Ring.

He still plans to challenge Ye Mingzhen and Ye Tianci later, but doesn't want to end up mutually maimed with Ye Wanjian.

"Did I see that right? This guy actually has a storage space?"

"Whoa! Ye Liuyun really keeps hidden talents—he even has a storage space!"

"His aunt is an Elder of the Qi Hall; what can't be refined? What's so rare."

The crowd's focus instantly shifted to Ye Liuyun's Storage Ring.

Even Ye Wanjian's eyes lit up when he saw the Storage Ring.

After all, such storage space is a rarity in the Ye Clan—only the Clan Chief and his aunt possess it; the rest can't even buy one.