Chapter 42: Do You Possess the Strength to Awaken Such Talent?

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple!

Until today, the records of the Bloodline Stone talent tests at Yunhai Academy had never seen a talent reach beyond cyan. But at this moment, the brilliant cyan radiance had shifted into blue, and then, into purple. This completely overturned everything people knew about the Bloodline Stone.

"Heavens! What does a purple talent signify? The Myriad Manifestation Realm? The Venerable Realm? Or perhaps the legendary Earthly Immortal Realm?"

"Who could possibly know? We have never seen a scene like this before. This Young Master Taixu is terrifyingly strong."

"He truly lives up to his reputation as a peerless prodigy from the Great World. The so-called geniuses of our academy are incomparable to him—no, they aren't even fit to carry his shoes."

"And the key is, he’s not even thirty yet!"

The crowd was filled with nothing but awe. Lin Yurou was overflowing with joy, her eyes fixed on Yin Taixu with pure adoration. If not for the crowd, she might have knelt at his feet.

Standing in the outer courtyard, Chu Tianchen watched the purple light suffuse the air, feeling a profound sense of shock himself. He had gained some insight into his own innate talent, but he did not realize that his test had inadvertently allowed Yin Taixu to take all the credit.

In the seventh level of the inner courtyard's underground training chamber, the crowd grew ever larger. When they learned that it was Yin Taixu who had lit up the Bloodline Stone and created this purple spectacle, the teachers of the inner courtyard rushed to shower him with flattery. Though they could not be certain what level such a peerless genius would eventually reach, they knew it must be far beyond the Martial Arts Master level—a fact alone enough to command reverence. Coupled with the fact that he hailed from the Great World, people regarded him with even greater esteem.

Yin Taixu watched the purple radiance on the Bloodline Stone with a satisfied smile. He scanned the crowd, soaking in the awe and worship in their eyes, his sense of fulfillment reaching its peak.

"Qingxin, look at Lin Yurou, then look at yourself. Stop obsessing over revenge against that waste Chu Tianchen. Either put some effort into your cultivation, or find yourself a backer like Lin Yurou did," Liu Qingfeng said to his sister, his eyes filled with envy.

In truth, both siblings possessed remarkable talent. Liu Qingfeng had awakened a green talent, while Liu Qingxin had awakened a cyan one. Both had a strong chance of reaching the Martial Arts Master level in the future. But in the presence of this purple talent, they seemed dim.

Liu Qingxin snorted coldly. "Then go find me a Yin Taixu, and I’ll go win him over."

Liu Qingfeng glared at her. "There is only one Yin Taixu. In terms of looks and talent, where do you lose to Lin Yurou? Besides, he is from the Great World. Judging by his aura, he is likely the scion of a powerful faction there. Haven't you dreamed of going to the Great World since you were a child? He is the perfect choice—it just depends on whether you are willing to swallow your pride and snatch him from Lin Yurou."

"Liu Qingfeng, you really are my own brother, aren't you? Giving your sister advice on how to be a mistress?" Liu Qingxin snapped. "I don't believe that with my talent, I can't enter the Great World on my own!"

"Stupid. What mistress? Are they even married? And even if they were, isn't it normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines?" Liu Qingfeng retorted.

Before he could finish, he sensed a familiar aura approaching from behind. He turned around to see a peerless, graceful figure walking toward them.

"Lady Nishang, you are here too," Liu Qingfeng said, his tone shifting. "Lady Nishang, what I meant just now is that not every man can have multiple wives; please don't misunderstand. If anyone were to marry you, they wouldn't have eyes for any other woman in this lifetime, let alone have others."

Ye Nishang did not even glance at him, nor did she offer a reply. Perhaps she hadn't even heard him. Her gaze was entirely fixed on the Bloodline Stone behind Yin Taixu. She walked toward it step by step, drawn by a familiar scent she sensed emanating from the stone.

With her Heavenly King Realm aura fully unleashed, the crowd parted to clear a path for her.

"Ye Nishang is truly a peerless beauty. I heard she is also from the Great World. She’s only twenty, yet she has already reached the Heavenly King Realm. Her talent must be on par with Young Master Taixu's, right?"

"What is she doing? Has she taken a fancy to Young Master Taixu too?"

"Damn, women really do admire strength. I envy Taixu—first Lin Yurou, now Ye Nishang. Who knows how many girls in the academy are pining for him?"

"But Ye Nishang is much more beautiful than Lin Yurou. She and Taixu are a better match."

Liu Qingfeng watched Ye Nishang approach Yin Taixu, a wave of jealousy rising in his heart. Though Ye Nishang had only been at the academy for half a year, everyone knew he was her most devoted sycophant. Seeing his goddess walk toward another man was heart-wrenching.

Yin Taixu watched Ye Nishang approach with a gleam of delight in his eyes, ignoring the furrowed brow of Lin Yurou beside him. As Ye Nishang drew near, Lin Yurou hurriedly clung to Yin Taixu's arm.

"Young Master Taixu, tonight I will certainly—"

Before she could finish, Yin Taixu forcibly pulled his arm away. "Nishang, do you have something to say to me?" he asked excitedly.

Ye Nishang glanced at him, her eyes filled with nothing but disdain. It was clear they knew each other.

"Move aside," Ye Nishang said coldly.

"Huh?" Yin Taixu was stunned.

"I said move aside," she repeated, her voice icy.

"Ye Nishang, how dare you speak to Young Master Taixu like that!" Lin Yurou stepped forward, scolding her. "Who do you think you are to show such disrespect? Do you even know what this purple talent signifies?"

*Slap!*

Before the words had even left her lips, she was struck and sent flying five meters away, a bright red handprint blooming across her beautiful face.

"Lin Yurou, you have become too presumptuous lately," Yin Taixu said coldly.

Lin Yurou’s eyes widened. She could not imagine that Yin Taixu would strike her for another woman—she, who had given him everything she held most dear. But one look into his sinister gaze caused her to swallow her words.

Yin Taixu hurriedly stepped aside. No one had expected this turn of events. Many looked at Lin Yurou with pity; she was the Saintess of the Youhuang Ancient City and a core disciple of the inner courtyard, someone with the potential to reach the Martial Arts Master level and a goddess to many. Yet, she had been slapped publicly by her man and dared not utter a sound—her love was truly pathetic. If she chose to leave him, many in the crowd would surely be willing to take his place.

Ye Nishang looked at the Bloodline Stone, her soul power surging forth as she focused her mind. After a long moment, she withdrew her consciousness.

"Nishang, is my talent worthy of your gaze?" Yin Taixu asked with a smile.

"You?" Ye Nishang said indifferently. "Do you truly believe you have the strength to awaken a talent of this caliber? A clown performing on a stage."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving everyone in a state of bewilderment, especially Yin Taixu, whose fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.