Young Martial God

Zeng Lin's body trembled. He suddenly turned around, but Ye Zhi had already left.    

"Xie Han's dog..." Zeng Lin murmured in a daze. He suddenly slapped himself hard.    

"Xie Han." Zeng Lin laughed endlessly.    

"Evil Venerable, do you think that man will kill Xie Han's dog?" Ye Zhi sneered.    

"No way." Unparalleled Old Devil didn't believe him.    

"That man is very smart, so he will kill that dog. He will not let Xie Han know who did it." Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes.    

"When did you become so smart?"    

"Am I not smart?" Ye Zhi pulled a long face.    

"Maybe."    

...    

"In three months time, I've ascended to the One Thought Stage realm." Ye Zhi was sitting cross-legged on his bed in the courtyard of the direct line of descent. His brows were tightly knitted.    

Although he had advanced from the Blood Soul Stage realm to the Metamorphosis Stage realm, his speed could be said to be astonishing. It would take a few years for others to achieve this. He only had less than half a year to accomplish this.    

However, for some reason, he had a feeling that... Because of the Clear Blue Spiritual Flame, it wasn't easy to reach the One Thought Stage realm.    

This was just his intuition, and it came from the Spiritual Flame.    

"Even if I can't advance to the One Thought Stage realm, if I want to retain the identity of the Successor Disciple, I must at least possess the strength of a One Thought Stage expert." The One Thought Stage realm was the dividing line between warriors.    

As the saying went, a single thought referred to the heavens and the earth. To construct a bridge within the spirit fire, the heavens and the earth were interconnected, and to use it to produce a unique divine power. This sort of divine power was closely related to the martial intent that one would comprehend in the future, so it was extremely difficult.    

Even if one had the talent of three spirits, they would definitely be able to break through to the One Thought Stage realm. However, there were still people who couldn't move forward.    

"From the looks of it now, the three secret places of the Tyrant Spirit Sect are the shortcut to increase one's strength, and they can also obtain the corresponding sect contribution." Ye Zhi was not an indecisive person. After worrying about it, he made a decision.    

Bang!    

A rumbling sound suddenly enveloped the Tyrant Spirit Sect, and the sound of the drum seemed to have rushed over from the wilderness. It didn't fade in the air for a long time, and it shook one's soul.    

"Drum? The sound of the drum is far away..." Ye Zhi's pupils constricted as he exclaimed.    

He had read about the sound of distant drums from books.    

The sound of distant drums could be heard three times in total. Whenever something important happened in the Tyrant Spirit Sect, it would sound. If it was three times in a row, it would be a critical moment for the sect.    

"The sound of the drum. One strike. What happened?"    

Ye Zhi was confused, but he didn't dare to hesitate. With the sound of the drum, everyone was about to move.    

Ye Zhi's body swayed, and he walked out of the courtyard and down the mountain peak.    

Along the way, numerous Successor Disciples appeared one after another, all of them revealing surprise and confusion.    

"Ye Zhi."    

When Luo Yu saw Ye Zhi, he called out.    

Ye Zhi stepped forward, confused. "Brother Luo, what happened?"    

Luo Yu's expression froze. He shook his head. "I don't know, but the sound of the drum has not been heard for many years. The last time was half a century ago."    

"Luo Yu, who is this person?" Someone walked past the two of them. When they saw Ye Zhi, they were all stunned.    

"This genius is merely a Metamorphosis Stage warrior. How could he become a Successor Disciple? Could it be that you found someone to disguise yourself?" Someone was obviously familiar with Luo Yu. While he was curious, he teased.    

"When did our direct bloodline peak have a Successor Disciple? Why don't we know?"    

Seeing the strange looks in the eyes of the group of Successor Disciple, Ye Zhi took a deep breath and forced a smile on his face. "I am a newcomer."    

"He is a new Successor Disciple." Luo Yu said to the others.    

"Elder Ling has spoken personally." At the end, he added.    

"Elder Ling has spoken? Our sect can actually go through the back door."    

"It's strange that a mere Metamorphosis Stage can become a direct disciple."    

Elder Ling, who are you? "    

...    

Hearing Luo Yu's words, the surrounding disciples all looked at him with contempt. Their tone was also very strange.    

Our sect basically doesn't have a back door to go through.    

Without relying on strength and background, one would be looked down upon.    

Hearing the discussions of the people around him, Ye Zhi's expression did not change, but his hand clenched tightly.    

"Let's not manage them anymore." Luo Yu smiled helplessly and patted Ye Zhi's shoulder.    

Although he did not have a good impression of Ye Zhi, he was not as hostile as others.    

Although Ye Zhi was unhappy about everyone's contempt and ridicule, he could do nothing about it.    

Ye Zhi's gaze swept across everyone's faces. His eyes froze and he followed Luo Yu to the gathering place.    

Soon, Ye Zhi and Luo Yu followed everyone to the square of our sect. They saw that the square was filled with people.    

The outer disciples were dressed in gray, the inner disciples were dressed in black, and the direct disciples were dressed in white.    

Arriving at the Successor Disciple's area, Ye Zhi looked up.    

In the void, a distant drum was suspended. A terrifying aura was emitted from it, causing a trace of fear to flash across Ye Zhi's eyes.    

"That thing isn't bad. If you refine it and knock it, with your cultivation base, even the cultivator of One Thought Stage won't be a match for you." Unparalleled Old Devil was a little greedy.    

Ye Zhi trembled.    

Take the drum?    

Wasn't this courting death?    

"Brother Luo, who is that?" Ye Zhi saw an old man standing next to the distant drum. It was an elder who spoke rudely in the hall.    

Luo Yu looked up and smiled. "That's Elder Qin Yue, Elder Qin. He is in charge of enforcing the law."    

"Elder Qin." Ye Zhi stared at Qin Yue with a frown on his face. When he was in the palace, this man was not someone he could deal with.    

Everyone had gathered together, roughly tens of thousands of people. When they looked up, it was a spectacular sight that shocked Ye Zhi.    

"Don't provoke those red-clothed men. They are the guards of the Law Enforcement Hall. They are all ruthless and ruthless. The lowest cultivation base among them is One Thought Stage, and there are even Clear Mind Stage warriors." Luo Yu pointed at the red-clothed disciples at the side of the square and said.    

"Guards." Ye Zhi took a closer look and his pupils contracted. He could feel the killing intent from afar.    

"Although the strength of the guards is shocking, our Successor Disciples are more honorable than theirs. They usually won't offend us." Luo Yu said.    

"Wu." Ye Zhi nodded, showing a trace of gratitude.    

"Be quiet." Qin Yue suddenly shouted. He looked around and the entire square became silent.    

Ye Zhi noticed that Qin Yue's eyes stopped on him for a while. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.    

He had an ominous feeling.    

Everyone's eyes fell on Qin Yue.    

"The reason I called all of you here is because I have something important to announce. It's related to a Successor Disciple." Qin Yue suddenly looked at Ye Zhi, and his cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.    

Qin Yue looked down from above, and wherever he looked, it made everyone stare at Ye Zhi with a strange expression.    

Ye Zhi finally knew where that ominous feeling came from.    

"Ye Zhi, I think Elder Qin is talking about you." Luo Yu looked at Ye Zhi and said softly.    

"I think so too." Ye Zhi smiled bitterly.    

"This is putting me in danger." Ye Zhi cursed in his heart. He could imagine what kind of situation he would face if this matter spread to his sect.    

Somewhere in the Successor Disciple, Xie Han looked at Ye Zhi with a sinister smile. "Haha, that person actually caused the distant sound of drums. It's surprising."    

"What's going on?" The person beside him looked somewhat similar to Xie Han. When he heard Xie Han's words, he frowned.    

"Did you see that person? He is a new Successor Disciple. Elder Qin should be talking about him." Xie Han pointed at Ye Zhi's direction and said.    

The man looked back and squinted his eyes. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes. Then, he turned his head and said indifferently, "Metamorphosis Stage Successor Disciple, could it be that he used the back door?"    

"You want to be a direct descendant even if you don't have the ability? Dream on."    

The man looked at Ye Zhi and did not put him at ease at all.    

Xie Han smiled, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Zhi. A cold light flashed through his eyes.    

"You are finished."    

"Ye Zhi, come out now." Elder Qin stared at Ye Zhi with a cold expression.    

"F * ck." Ye Zhi cursed in his heart. He even wanted to beat Qin Yue to a pulp. It was fine if he announced it, but he still asked me to step forward. What do you mean by that?    

He really couldn't bear it.    

Luo Yu sighed and patted Ye Zhi's shoulder.    

Gritting his teeth, Ye Zhi took a deep breath. He looked at the people around him and suddenly calmed down.    

He was no longer angry, nor did he complain. There was not even the slightest ripple.    

Our sect rules state that three months is the limit. I'm afraid that everyone would want to see him lose his position as a direct disciple.    

Since that was the case, After three months, I'll let everyone experience the strength of the Successor Disciple.    

Ye Zhi smiled calmly and walked out of the ranks fearlessly, treating everyone as if they were nothing.    

Arriving at the front of the square, Ye Zhi looked at Qin Yue with a smile on his face.    

Tsk!    

Qin Yue snorted coldly. He looked around and said coldly, "Ye Zhi, as a Successor Disciple, is also new to our sect. Due to some special circumstances, he became a direct disciple."    

"But he doesn't follow the rules. He doesn't know what to do. The rules won't change because of someone. Therefore, our sect has made the following decision. " Give Ye Zhi three months. During this period, no one was allowed to challenge him. Once the deadline was over, In the Hundred Battle, Ye Zhi had to defeat 98 inner disciples and two of the lowest ranked direct disciples. Otherwise, his quota would be removed and lowered to the inner disciples.    

As soon as Qin Yue finished speaking, the tens of thousands of disciples in the square looked at Ye Zhi with ridicule and disdain.    

A mere Sixth Rank of Metamorphosis Stage. Looking at the thousands of inner disciples present, most of them were stronger than Ye Zhi.    

When the identity of the Successor Disciple was lowered to the inner disciples, it made them feel a little schadenfreude.    

As for the Successor Disciple, they all cast disdainful gazes.    3

If Ye Zhi could defend this identity, it would be good. Otherwise, it would be discrediting the Successor Disciple.    

Among the inner chambers disciples, Zeng Lin looked at Ye Zhi in a daze. Although he expected it to be like this, he did not expect Ye Zhi to encounter such a troublesome situation either.    

He'd practically become a thorn in the side of all the disciples.    

Moreover, seeing that Ye Zhi's background wasn't very good, what special factor could it be?    

Zeng Lin's face was solemn as he looked at Ye Zhi. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind.    

Since he had decided to follow Ye Zhi, if he gave up just like that, he was afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to turn the situation around.    

The current situation was very unfavorable for Ye Zhi, but he didn't believe that Ye Zhi wouldn't be prepared and would be at his mercy.    

He must still have an ace.    

"Ye Zhi, you won't have any objections, will you?" Qin Yue looked at Ye Zhi and said calmly.    

From his point of view, it would be difficult for Ye Zhi to break through to the One Thought Stage realm within three months, let alone pass through the Hundred Battle.    

If it wasn't for the promise the Tyrant Spirit Sect made to Kurileng, he would never have agreed to let Ye Zhi become a direct disciple no matter what.    

"No." Ye Zhi looked at Qin Yue coldly.