Pawning lifespan, starting from a low-level martial arts world to transform into a dragon.

Chapter 93 Flowing Light, Class Discrimination

Chen Ye gently exhaled a breath of stale air, which condensed into a faint white mist in the room.

Under the nourishment of abundant essence, the ninth ray of light emerged from the Jade Hall acupoint, instantly radiating dazzling brilliance, shining like a star.

The appearance of this single ray of light quickly resonated with the other eight.

Between the nine rays of light, strands of golden light emerged, as fine as hair, extremely subtle, intertwined and connected, gradually forming a mysterious golden pattern.

The patterns seemed alive, flickering with the light, moving rhythmically like breathing.

Just as the nine rays of light resonated, Chen Ye suddenly sensed something unusual about his body.

The crystal-clear golden radiance that originally covered his skin seemed to be infused with life, suddenly transforming into a golden ribbon of light like a celestial stream, which began to wander across his skin.

With a slight thought, a stream of light surged from his arm to his chest, leaving a warm trail that vanished in an instant before flowing back down from his chest to his dantian.

This stream of light seemed to have become a part of his body, moving at will and as easily as his own arm.

Chen Ye had heard from Su Guang and Zuo Dongxi that when one reaches a very deep level in the Transcendent Realm, the physical body may undergo a qualitative change, giving rise to unique special abilities.

Could this be his special ability?

He immediately became interested and began to repeatedly activate the stream of light, constantly testing its mysteries.

Chen Ye discovered that this golden light could not only move freely across his body surface, but also cover and envelop his entire body, which was completely different from the golden keratin that he had previously had, which could only provide passive defense.

Even more astonishing is that this light can be concentrated in one spot on the body in an instant and then emitted outward, creating an impact.

This layer of golden light could travel a meter away from his body, roughly equivalent to his full-force strike.

It can be used for both offense and defense.

The wondrous effects of this light are on a level far superior to those of the previous layer of golden keratin.

Chen Ye slowly finished his practice, and the flowing light instantly returned to his dantian. The nine rays of light dimmed and disappeared, and his skin returned to normal, without any trace of them.

It was already close to dusk.

Chen Ye pushed open the door and walked out, arriving at the heavy log in the courtyard used for measuring strength. He silently channeled his inner energy and struck out with his palm.

With a muffled thud, a three-inch-deep palm print was clearly imprinted on the driftwood.

Clearly, this breakthrough has also brought about an improvement in strength, which is now close to 1,500 jin.

Chen Ye was very satisfied.

He got ready and prepared to go out for some fresh air.

The constant busyness left him somewhat exhausted.

At that moment, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

A man wearing a crescent-colored robe walked in.

The newcomer had a long sword with a red tassel at his waist. He looked to be in his early thirties, with ordinary features and nothing particularly remarkable about him.

He was unremarkable when standing alone, except for his deep, dark eyes that held a hidden sharpness, unlike ordinary people.

"Who are you?" the man asked with a hint of doubt, seeing that Chen Ye was a stranger.

Chen Ye immediately realized that this person must be Wu Qichi, a retainer who lived in the same courtyard as him.

He quickly cupped his hands in greeting and asked, "Are you Wu Qichi, a guest of Wu's school?"

"That is indeed me." Wu Qichi's gaze swept over Chen Ye, and he asked, "May I ask your esteemed surname?"

Chen Ye said, "My surname is Chen, and my given name is Ye. I first entered the Cui family as a retainer and lived in this courtyard with Brother Wu."

Wu Qichi then realized who it was, and a polite smile appeared on his face: "So it's Brother Chen, a pleasure to meet you. I am from the Wu clan of Bohai, may I ask if Brother Chen is from the Chen clan of Runan?"

Chen Ye did not use the surname to elevate his status, but frankly said, "No. My branch comes from Qinghe County, and we have no family background."

Upon hearing this, the warmth on Wu Qichi's face immediately faded.

He straightened up, his tone already carrying a hint of aloofness and disdain: "Since you have no family background, how did you become a retainer of the Cui family? I remember there's a rule in the household that only scholars can serve as retainers. Those former wandering ruffians have all been cleared out."

Chen Ye noticed the change in the other party's attitude and stopped pretending to be respectful. He simply said, "I was fortunate enough to obtain the status of a scholar through the martial arts examination and also gained the favor of the Third Miss, which is why I was able to become a retainer of the Cui family."

"I see." Wu Qichi noticed the handprints on the wooden stake behind Chen Ye and said perfunctorily, "It seems Brother Chen's cultivation is extraordinary."

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He simply bowed and then turned to leave the hospital.

Chen Ye did not understand his meaning.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a middle-aged man walked in hurriedly.

He wore a polite smile, but his eyes betrayed a hint of impatience.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he walked toward Chen Ye, who was practicing standing meditation, and said with a polite apology on his face, "Master Chen, there is something I need to discuss with you."

Chen Ye recognized him.

This man was named Ji Puzhe, and he was the logistics manager of the Cui family, in charge of some of the internal affairs of the family.

Chen Ye stopped his movements and calmly asked, "I wonder what Manager Ji wants to discuss?"

"The previous arrangements were inadequate, as we did not consider that Mr. Wu has always disliked sharing accommodations with others. Would it be possible to trouble Mr. Chen to move to another residence temporarily?"

Having lived two lives, Chen Ye immediately saw the reason behind this. It must be that Wu Qichi looked down on his background and didn't want to live in the same courtyard with him, feeling that living with him was a matter of lowering his status. So he found Steward Zhao and wanted to force him to move out.

"Where would you like to move me to?"

Ji Puzhe said, "You can stay in the outer courtyard for a few days first, and then welcome Mr. Chen back when other guest rooms are ready."

Chen Ye remained calm and said, "Manager Ji, to be honest, I'm always picky about beds, and it takes me at least three to five days to adjust to a new place. I won't be moving to the outer courtyard. Since Wu doesn't like sharing with others and doesn't have the habit of being picky about beds, why don't we ask him to move to the outer courtyard temporarily? I'll stay here for now."

Ji Puzhe's face turned cold. His gaze swept over Chen Ye, and he said in a somewhat admonishing tone, "Chen, don't think that just because you've gained the status of a scholar, you've forgotten the hierarchy of social classes. Young Master Wu comes from the Bohai Wu Clan, a prestigious second-class family. It's already beneath him to serve in the Cui household. You're just a mere scholar; how can you not understand the bigger picture and insist on making things difficult for everyone?"

"Who is making things difficult for whom?" Chen Ye sneered and said, "This courtyard has two guest rooms and a main hall, which is more than enough for four people to live in. Why do you insist that I move?"

I know exactly what you're planning.

"They're just looking down on me, thinking I'm from a humble background and easy to bully."

"You—" Ji Puze suppressed his anger and forced a smile, saying, "Since Chen Menke was selected for the Cui family through the martial arts examination and has won the favor of the Third Miss, his martial arts skills must be quite good. How about we exchange a few moves? If you can't even beat me, then you'll have to move for a few days, how about that?"

Ji Puze has been reborn seven times, possessing extraordinary talent that surpasses even that of ordinary scions of noble families.

The Cui family treated him with utmost respect, and the head of the household even personally bestowed upon him a happy marriage.

Once outside the Jingguo Mansion, he was a man who could command the wind and rain; when had he ever been so disrespected by his retainers?

He was immediately filled with rage.

Today, we must teach this ungrateful young man a lesson about the vastness of the sky and the immensity of the earth!

"I refuse." Chen Ye rejected the offer without hesitation.

"What's wrong? You, the top martial arts candidate, don't even have the courage to make a move?"

Chen Ye shook his head and said, "I'm afraid—I might accidentally kill you."

"Arrogant!" Ji Puze no longer hesitated, his five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, his true energy surging, and he punched straight at Chen Ye's lower abdomen.

This punch contained all of his cultivation; if it landed, it would be enough to keep this ungrateful young man lying in bed for half a day, so he could be carried to the outer courtyard to recuperate.

Chen Ye seemed oblivious, remaining standing still.

He didn't even raise his hand, yet the stream of light, as if alive, shot out from his mouth with a single word.

"roll!"

In a flash, the light was as bright as day, and a powerful shockwave exploded out.

Ji Puze felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he collapsed to the ground.

He vomited blood from his nose and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, too weak to even get up.

"you----"

"What do you mean, 'you'? If you're not dead, go tell that guy surnamed Wu to move out today and stop getting in the way."

After saying that, Chen Ye strode over him without even glancing at him.

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