Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 141

“Master, I…”

The little boy felt a chill in his heart, thinking he had done something wrong to anger Ye Junlin!

The next moment,

Ye Junlin reached out and started pinching the little boy’s cheeks. Ever since he saw the Kunpeng transform into a human, he had this urge, but had been holding back due to the situation.

Now, finally able to have some fun, Ye Junlin was definitely not going to miss this chance.

The little boy’s face was quite bouncy, soft like dough, easily squished and deformed—truly hilarious.

“Not bad, this feels great,” Ye Junlin exclaimed.

He never expected that such a massive mount could turn into a cute little human.

At this moment, the little boy’s face was being squeezed and pulled repeatedly, causing tears to well up in his eyes from the pain, looking utterly aggrieved.

“Master, please stop, it hurts…”

After playing for a while, Ye Junlin finally stopped, satisfied.

“It’s my turn now!” An Miaoyi ran over, excited to have a go too.

The little boy immediately pouted and turned his head away, “Hmph, no way!”

What kind of joke was that? Who could just play with his face?

An Miaoyi put her hands together as if in prayer, speaking softly, “Kun Bro, please~”

Hearing “Kun Bro” made the little boy perk up.

“Call me that a few more times! I’ll think about it!”

“Kun Bro, Kun Bro, Kun Bro…”

An Miaoyi didn’t mind sounding repetitive, her words flowed like a recording.

“Alright, alright, just for you, I’ll give you a chance, Kun Bro.” The little boy, pleased by the coaxing, folded his arms and pretended to be serious.

“Good!” An Miaoyi stretched out her hands, kneading the fair and soft face, feeling inexplicably relaxed.

This sister’s technique felt so nice~

The little boy squinted his eyes in enjoyment; compared to Ye Junlin’s rough handling, An Miaoyi’s touch was extremely gentle.

The atmosphere instantly brightened, and everyone couldn’t help but chuckle.

An Zizai watched with a smile, hoping his daughter could remain carefree and happy forever.

Just then, a wave of pain surged from his chest, and An Zizai coughed violently, as if he were about to cough out his lungs.

“Cough cough…!”

A shocking puddle of black blood appeared on the ground, exuding a sinister aura.

“Dad!” An Miaoyi paled in shock and hurried over to check on him, her eyes filled with worry.

“Master, are you alright?” The elders gathered around.

An Zizai felt the ominous toxin swirling within him and sighed helplessly, “Sigh, this poison won’t kill me yet, but it can sure make me suffer, affecting my physical state all the time.”

Right now, he was like a sick cat, barely surviving within the Wendaozong!

“Those alien races are damned!” The cultivators of Wendaozong wore expressions of grief and anger, watching their once-majestic leader grow increasingly haggard, feeling unbearable inside.

“Dad, you’ll get better,” An Miaoyi said, hugging her father’s arm, her voice laced with tears.

Suddenly, a voice rang out insensitively.

“What’s the big deal? Just cure it, right?”

The sad atmosphere instantly froze, and everyone turned in unison to see a silver-haired youth speaking.

“Cure it?”

An Zizai was stunned, then sighed bitterly, “Ye, my friend, you don’t know. This poison is extremely malevolent, endlessly lingering, like a curse attached to my body. I’ve tried all sorts of methods before, but it always relapses, and even worsens.”

An Zizai shook his head and sighed, “So, I’ve accepted my fate…”

Ye Junlin smiled, “Fate can be changed, cultivators should never easily accept fate!”

An Zizai’s heart stirred, “Ye, do you mean…?”

“Little Black, go detoxify the Master,” Ye Junlin commanded.

His fourth disciple practiced the Azure Emperor Longevity Sutra, a supreme wood-type technique capable of resolving any peculiar poison effortlessly.

“Who is Little Black?” An Zizai asked, puzzled.

That name sounded like a dog!

“Fourth junior brother, the Master is calling you!” Bai Xiaoxi looked around, shouting.

“Don’t hide, get out here!”

Ye Junlin said with irritation.

“Coming, coming…”

A timid voice replied weakly.

From the crowd emerged a boy with a typical bowl haircut, his skin as dark as chocolate, gradually stepping forward, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he felt all the curious gazes, feeling exceptionally nervous and awkward.

“Is this Ye’s new disciple? He looks a little shy,” An Zizai thought, curious about what abilities this boy had to remove the stubborn poison within him.

“Fourth junior brother, don’t be nervous, just perform normally; even if you can’t do it, the Master won’t blame you,” Li Wujie reassured him.

Ye Junlin pretended to scare him, “Yeah, yeah, nothing to worry about; just consider it a free lunch tonight—little chicken stew with mushrooms.”

Upon hearing this,

The bowl-hair boy jumped in fright, nearly crying on the spot.

After struggling internally, he approached An Zizai, took a deep breath, and clasped his hands, channeling his magical power to perform the Azure Emperor Longevity Sutra.

Endless wood-type energy flowed through his palms, pouring a rich green energy into An Zizai’s body.

“Ah~”

An Zizai had never felt so comfortable in his life, involuntarily letting out a sound as if unlocking some hidden feature within him.

Everyone looked on in a very strange way, as if they were meeting the master of Wendaozong for the first time.

“Dad, you…” An Miaoyi bit her lip.

An Zizai realized he had lost composure, his face flushed, and he coughed dryly a few times, insisting, “This is a normal reaction, don’t think too much!”

In the next moment, An Zizai’s pupils contracted sharply as he sensed that the ominous toxin was quickly being dispelled and eradicated. All kinds of hidden ailments vanished, and his life force surged like never before, as if he had been reborn.

Pop pop!

The sound of sizzling beans burst forth from his body; An Zizai stretched, looking young and energetic, his eyes sparkling as he returned to his peak state.

“Alright, it’s good now,” the Great Mushroom King whispered.

“Dad, how do you feel?” An Miaoyi asked anxiously.

Everyone’s eager eyes were fixed on An Zizai, longing for a satisfactory answer.

An Zizai’s complexion was rosy, and with an exuberant laugh, he exclaimed, “I’m fine! I’m really fine!”

“Thank you, little brother!”

Looking at the shy bowl-hair boy, An Zizai stepped forward to grasp his hands, repeatedly thanking him.

“So amazing!” everyone gasped.

Even the powerful cultivators of Wendaozong had found it difficult to dispel the toxin, yet this boy had effortlessly resolved it.

The Great Mushroom King was dumbfounded, feeling an unprecedented joy in helping others for the first time.

“Thank you, senior, for saving my father,” An Miaoyi sincerely said.

The Great Mushroom King scratched his head shyly, “Just a little effort.”

“To have such a disciple, Ye, you are truly a renowned teacher with exceptional skills!” An Zizai looked at the silver-haired youth, filled with envy, bowing respectfully.

“This minor achievement is nothing to boast about; I’m always very strict with my disciples because I’m a hardworking person myself. Only by constantly urging oneself in cultivation can one have the qualifications to step onto the pinnacle of the great path!” Ye Junlin stated gravely.

An Zizai nodded, respect swelling within him.

Behind every successful disciple often stands an outstanding master.

As the saying goes, a renowned teacher produces remarkable students, and it’s just like that!

Hong Qianye’s mouth twitched, feeling that the audacity of this person was once again exceeding his understanding.

Do you even have any shame left?

At this moment,

A thousand meters away from Wendaozong,

On a mountaintop, the Yuhua Sect team that had just left was stationed here, with many feeling heavy-hearted.

The news of the Saint Son’s crushing defeat against Ye Junlin’s mount would quickly spread, undoubtedly damaging the Yuhua Sect’s reputation.

Old Liu gazed deeply into the distance at Wendaozong, his old face unreadable and calm, betraying no hint of emotion.

“Reporting to the Supreme Elder, the Saint Son has awakened,” one disciple said respectfully.

“Mm.”

Old Liu turned around to look at the disheveled youth waking up groggily, “Saint Son, how are you feeling?”

Chen Xiao was dazed, recalling the scene of his defeat and the moment he fainted in the urine pit, a wave of indescribable humiliation washed over him.

In his mind, he still faintly sensed the residual stench of urine.

“Ugh~” Chen Xiao stretched out his finger, gagging as he tried to force out the vile substances he had swallowed.

After regurgitating, he knelt on the ground with disheveled hair, his entire body shaking with rage or something else, visibly trembling.

The others did not dare approach, fearful of being implicated.

“Old Liu, I’m just a useless waste,” after a while, Chen Xiao finally lifted his pale face and said hoarsely.

Old Liu spoke sternly, “Saint Son, why belittle yourself? If you’re a waste, what about those far beneath you?”

Chen Xiao clutched his hair in despair, “But I couldn’t even beat Ye Junlin’s mount, ahhh!”

His mood was in tatters, feeling like his life had fallen into despair.

Old Liu’s face darkened, “Saint Son, please pull yourself together!”

“This will spread, and my carefully crafted perfect image will be ruined—how can you expect me to pull myself together?!”

What Chen Xiao valued most was his reputation and how others viewed him; now that he had not only lost but also been deeply humiliated, if this got out, his prestige would plummet, and he would become a laughingstock.

“What if… it doesn’t spread?”

“What do you mean?”

Chen Xiao instinctively raised his head, his pupils constricting sharply, for in his view, that wrinkled old face looked particularly terrifying.

Old Liu showed a sly smile, his gaze again fixed on Wendaozong.

“Saint Son, just wait, a good show is about to unfold.”