Chapter 78: Supporting the Dreams of the Young

Tong Zhaten looked at Ye Chaofeng with utter disdain, raising the Barrett rifle in his hand with a mocking air.

At this moment, the power of the pill within the bartender had not fully dissipated; it was still madly absorbing—more precisely, plundering—the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The Yuan-Seizing Pill was indeed so domineering!

Yet none in the world had ever refined its true medicinal properties. Without genuine guidance from a master, all knowledge circulating in the world was but hearsay and imitation—how could it possibly be potent?

But Xuan Tianzha was different. He had been specially trained in Ye Jiuyao's private academy. Even if some of it was mere hype, Ye Jiuyao’s talent—vast erudition, rapid comprehension, and extraordinary insight—made every lesson he gave thorough and enlightening.

Thus, the pill’s effects were as they were now.

“Break!”

The bartender let out a ferocious roar; his eyes blazed with wild intensity. Explosive power surged from his body, forming a storm that swept through the surroundings.

“Heavenly-Human Realm!”

Again, the bartender shouted, and his cultivation soared upward with a sharp whistle, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

When had the Heavenly-Human Realm become so cheap? Had it become commonplace? Why did none of them know?

A web of confusion tightened around their hearts. A single pill had enabled a bartender of mediocre talent to break through to the Heavenly-Human Realm.

Instantly, regret swept through the crowd.

A wave of people lamented that they were not the ones chosen to test the pill, but merely the humble bartender. Their regret was so profound they wished they could die, having missed the chance to ascend to the Heavenly-Human Realm. Yet, there was no pill for regret in this world; otherwise, they would have swallowed it on the spot.

After all, only upon reaching the Heavenly-Human Realm could one truly be considered among the ranks of the strong, able to harness the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, using one’s body as a furnace, spiritual energy as charcoal, forging and tempering oneself!

Then, absorbing the spiritual energy into the body, cycling it to the dantian, compressing it repeatedly, sending it through the limbs and bones, transforming it into latent power.

This was the true terror of the Heavenly-Human Realm.

Of course, some with monstrous talent could cross realms and battle above their level, as Ye Jiuyao did.

“Phew…”

The bartender exhaled a long, turbid breath, feeling clear-headed and refreshed. His cheeks flushed, and his eyes now glinted with a sharpness keener than a blade.

“Tower Master, I wish…”

“Go on, pursue what is in your heart,” Hua Mingfeng replied without a trace of reluctance. After all, everyone’s dreams are different; a person cannot die clinging to a single tree.

“Thank you, Tower Master.”

Ye Jiuyao, seeing that all was settled, approached the two and led them toward Ye Chaofeng.

“Hand me the Yuan Crystals, thank you, boss,” Ye Jiuyao said, extending his hand, smiling broadly at Ye Chaofeng.

“Hmph, and what if I refuse?”

“Tower Master, someone’s trying to embarrass you—deal with it as you see fit. If not, we can intervene, though we fear the blood might stain your establishment…”

“No matter. Ye Qing wouldn’t dare do anything!”

Hua Mingfeng’s face showed cooperative anger. Ye Chaofeng’s expression grew ugly; his hands trembled as he produced a white card, his face twitching as he handed it to Ye Jiuyao.

“Beep…”

A crisp sound rang out. Ye Chaofeng felt suddenly hollowed out, while Ye Jiuyao, still unsatisfied, added,

“Thank you, boss. We’ll be frequent visitors for business like this.”

“Pfft…”

Ye Chaofeng spat blood outright. Already depressed to the extreme, his previously secure position had been overturned without warning. He was unprepared for defeat.

This ten million wasn’t sect property—it was his painstaking savings, rounded and scraped together, and in a blink… gone.

His heart ached!

Already frustrated, Ye Jiuyao’s parting jab only made things worse, causing his vital energy to surge and overflow—he spat blood, a spectacle grand and tumultuous.

“Well, well, Ye Jiuyao, we’re not leaving!”

“Ye-whatever-Chao, I didn’t even show my true strength earlier. How about another round? To avoid bullying you, I’ll refine with my feet—so it’s fair!”

Ye Tianchao’s face turned purple, his eyes wide and furious as he glared at Xuan Tianzha. How could this brat be so arrogant?

“Hahaha…”

“Has Falling Leaf Sect really declined with each generation?”

“How pitiful, Falling Leaf Sect…”

Mocking voices rose all around, mostly from those who had enrolled in Ye Jiuyao’s academy. Now they understood: the rumors were not mere gossip—Tongxuan Sect was truly powerful.

Their strength was just as the rumors claimed… terrifying!

“Let’s go!”

Ye Chaofeng, seeing the jeering faces, looked grim and angry, leading his group away, fearing Ye Tianchao might actually die of rage.

Ye Chaofeng departed with his party, while the onlookers murmured in awe at what had just transpired, as if the scene had been unreal.

The Divine Artifact Pavilion and Yuan Pill Pavilion had actually lost to two obscure disciples of Tongxuan Sect.

For a moment, Tongxuan Sect’s reputation soared.

Naturally, countless people flocked to pay respects at the mountain. These events unfolded after Ye Jiuyao and his companions returned to Tongxuan Sect.

Driven by curiosity, throngs gathered at Tongxuan Sect’s gates, only to find it desolate within, not a single figure in sight, as if the sect were empty.

Those who arrived wore puzzled expressions; Tongxuan Sect did not appear as the rumors suggested. Some had traveled from other towns just to witness its grandeur.

But now, seeing such bleakness, they were disappointed.

Inside Tongxuan Sect.

“All the Yuan Crystals exchanged?” Ye Jiuyao asked Nangong Mingyue.

“They’re all here. Are you sure you want to gamble on something so uncertain? What if you lose all these Yuan Crystals?”

“Relax, I thrive in storms and chaos—that’s what makes my style so brilliant, impossible for ordinary people to imitate.”

Nangong Mingyue and the others were speechless. Tens of millions of Yuan Crystals, all for a risky gamble—it was far too reckless.

With that amount, they could forge over ten awakened beings, each nearly at the peak.

No wonder Nangong Mingyue hesitated—not just her, but nearly everyone in Tongxuan Sect. The investment was enormous.

“These Yuan Crystals were earned by our little junior sect master—let him decide.”

“Exactly. Yuan Crystals can be earned again, but we cannot stifle the dreams of the young. Without dreams, how are we different from salted fish?”

Xuan Tianzha’s words were powerful, and silence fell over the group.

Indeed, as Xuan Tianzha said, one could not destroy the dreams of youth.

“Well done,” Ye Jiuyao said, feeling for the first time that Xuan Tianzha was adorable. He gave him a thumbs-up in praise.

“Then let’s begin.”

The members of Tongxuan Sect stepped aside. Ye Jiuyao took the Yuan Crystals Nangong Mingyue had exchanged and poured them out.

Tens of thousands of Yuan Crystals cascaded like a raging flood, forming a small mountain—and it didn’t stop.

This was only the beginning.

The flow of Yuan Crystals continued endlessly, a thick aura surging forth, causing everyone’s pores to open as spiritual energy rushed in.

Outside the mountain gate, a sudden thunderclap exploded!