I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

Chapter 231: Chapter 172: Come With Me to Get Sliced

To avoid giving himself away, he mentally shut down his Reversing Destiny Vision. After all, the golden light was too dazzling. He was terrified that a single accidental glance at such a large gem would be the end of him.

Once the Reversing Destiny Vision was closed, his eyes returned to normal, making it easier for him to put on an act.

"Not bad. Although you have yet to step into the Inner Qi Realm, every step you’ve taken has been exceptionally solid..."

Tang Lihui seemed extremely satisfied after hearing about Yu Fei’s accomplishments.

Prodigies differed from one another. "Aptitude" was a broad concept. Being able to cultivate the Ox Subduing Pile Skill to perfection, initiate Void Body Refining, and absorb the world’s vital energy ahead of schedule meant a Martial Artist would face no bottlenecks at the Inner Qi level.

Comprehending Ruyi Shen Jin through the Six Harmonies Killing Fist meant the Martial Artist’s perception was also in the highest tier, making their chances of becoming a Grandmaster in the future extremely high. This was the very definition of the word "prodigy."

Beyond this, the talents of Martial Artists were many and varied. Some were naturally strong, born with powerful physiques.

Some were incredibly agile, as swift as lightning. Some excelled at the Sword Dao, their killing power unmatched. Some possessed immense Qi Blood, overwhelming their foes with sheer presence...

The list went on and on.

Ye Shuping, hidden to the side, scrutinized Yu Fei thoroughly with his Dharma Eye.

The young man was born with Sword Bone and possessed a formidable spirit. He naturally emanated a Pure Yang Profound Gang and was unparalleled in both Qi and strength. Moreover, his spiritual consciousness was exceptionally nimble; when he moved, his hands were as agile as a cloud dragon extending its claws.

He was a world away from the clumsy youth who had competed in the early martial arts tournaments.

Observing him in person today, he finally realized that Yu Fei’s life-aspect was unstable—it seemed innate, yet was also strangely mutable.

Ye Shuping had sized up countless people in his life; he’d trained more Martial Saint experts than he could count on both hands. In his experience, anyone who achieved greatness in the Martial Dao, no matter how weak they started, always possessed an aura that set them apart from the ordinary. He called this their "destined path"—it was a Martial Artist’s foundation, but also their lifelong limitation.

But Yu Fei’s aura... while it seemed natural, it looked more like it had been cobbled together later in life.

’That young fellow Zhuo Feiming really hit the jackpot this time!’

Ye Shuping kept Tang Lihui’s hologram speaking eloquently while he himself sank into contemplation.

The current bizarre situation couldn’t be solved by just a few more Martial Saints. What was needed was a true game-changer.

The human world began its counterattack on the border regions in year 200 of the New Calendar. They went from crushing all resistance to a stalemate that persisted to this day. The stronger humanity grew, the more uncertain they became about the future.

Ye Shuping believed that only an expert who surpassed the level of a Martial Saint could change this situation. But that was a monumental task.

The Martial Saint realm seemed to be the natural shackle imposed by heaven and earth. So, was it possible for a supreme expert to emerge, one who was still a Martial Saint but far surpassed their peers?

Looking back at the path of cultivation, prodigy Martial Artists below the third realm held an unshakable advantage over their peers. This advantage lasted right up until the Gang Qi Realm.

A third-realm prodigy could slaughter their peers. With inexhaustible Qi Blood, no matter how many same-level opponents they faced, it was a suicide mission for the opponents.

However, a prodigy Martial Artist in the Gang Qi Realm, if faced with hundreds of same-level opponents in a direct confrontation, would inevitably be killed.

From the Grandmaster realm onward, being able to fight ten opponents at once marked someone as a true phoenix among men. By the eighth-rank Grandmaster level, just holding off four or five peers was already an extremely difficult feat.

Even a Martial Saint was a case of "two fists being no match for four hands." At this level, any being with the combat power of a Martial Saint was extremely difficult to kill, as they had virtually no weaknesses.

If there were a Martial Saint who could fight like a third-realm prodigy... ’No! That’s too greedy.’ If one could even fight like a Gang Qi Realm prodigy and crush dozens of opponents alone, perhaps that could break the stalemate!

Ye Shuping looked at Yu Fei intently. This young man with sharp brows and eyes as bright as stars just might have that potential.

’But why is the kid so flustered? Did he realize the Tang Lihui in front of him is a fake? Even if he did, he shouldn’t be *this* panicked!’

’The boy appears calm and composed, but in his spiritual consciousness, he’s as frightened as a cornered rabbit. It’s too obvious.’

Ye Shuping stroked his beard. ’Could he have discovered me? Perhaps I should test him...’

With his Reversing Destiny Vision turned off, Yu Fei found it easier to control his emotions. As he listened to the fake Tang Lihui speak, starting from the first realm of the Martial Dao—the tempering of skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and blood—and gradually connecting it to the essence of a Martial Artist’s subsequent cultivation, he found himself involuntarily captivated by the lecture.

An eighth-rank Grandmaster was explaining the mysteries of the Martial Dao to him, layer by layer, in a way that was both easy to understand and profoundly insightful. The progressive relationship between realms and the secrets of Qi Blood and Inner Qi were laid bare before him.

Aided by the perceptive capabilities of his Xuanxiao Spirit Body, Yu Fei greedily absorbed the essential points, converting them into fuel for his own growth.

Yu Fei had no idea that Ye Shuping was standing just a foot away from him, carefully observing the changes in his expression. If he hadn’t shut down his Reversing Destiny Vision, he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his composure.

Since he was currently in the third realm, Tang Lihui focused his explanation on third-realm cultivation.

In summary, the purpose of third-realm cultivation was to prepare the body to bear the burden of the Inner Qi Realm. A Martial Artist’s meridians were naturally clear, allowing their own aura to circulate, but these channels were far too fragile. Inner Qi was a higher form of energy, converted from the world’s vital energy. If it were to pass directly through an unprepared body, it would likely tear a Martial Artist apart.

From the first to the second realm, the Martial Dao strengthened the body from the outside in, fortifying one’s Qi Blood. This process was akin to laying a foundation. Upon reaching the third realm, one used Qi Blood to temper and reinforce the meridians and acupoints, preparing them to contain and circulate Inner Qi.

Thus, the more meridians and acupoints a Martial Artist strengthened, the more potent their Qi would be in the future Inner Qi Realm. This advantage would carry over into all their subsequent cultivation.