Meng Jingzhou: Who Dares Compare Their Yang Qi to Mine?

The moment he laid eyes on Meng Jingzhou, Cult Master Chi's eyes flew wide in utter disbelief. Being exceptionally sensitive to yang qi, he could sense that the yang qi rolling off Meng Jingzhou was concentrated to an extreme degree—not in the slightest inferior to Wu Qihang, whom he had painstakingly nurtured! *What is going on? Could he possess a Pure Yang Immortal Physique as well?!* *His surname is Long... Could he be a prodigy of the ancient Dragon-Human Clan?* The tribe born from the intermingling of the Dragon Clan and the human race was called the Dragon-Human Clan. In ancient times, they had occupied their own planet, while nowadays the Dragon-Human Clan resided in the East Sea. "Junior Brother Long, mind your manners!" Lu Yang berated Meng Jingzhou with a look of displeasure. "The Cult Master and Senior Lianyi have not yet given their consent. How dare you volunteer for battle without permission!" Meng Jingzhou furrowed his brow and retorted, "This whatever-it-is Shining Sun Cult wants an exchange. Are we supposed to cower and refuse to fight?" "Lu, don't think you can do whatever you please just because you're favored by the Heavenly Venerable and the Cult Master! You aren't Cult Master yet!" "Shrinking back and hesitating like this is a disgrace to the dignity of our Heavenly Court!" Lu Yang glared at Meng Jingzhou coldly, paying no heed to his provocation. "Respecting our elders and acting with prudence—that is the Heavenly Court's way!" Meng Jingzhou sneered. "If I acted prudently, I wouldn't have become a Holy Son in the first place! Don't forget how I got this Holy Son position!" "Sooner or later, you'll have to yield your seat as Young Cult Master to me!" "Enough. Cease your squabbling," Cult Master Yun spoke up. Her voice was faint, yet carried decisive, undeniable authority. "If Little Long wishes to have an exchange with our guests, then let him." Delight surged across Meng Jingzhou's face. Dropping to one knee, he cupped his fists vigorously. "Thank you, Cult Master." Cult Master Chi raised an eyebrow. From the looks of it, the Heavenly Court Cult was hardly monolithic from within. The two young prodigies faced each other. On the Shining Sun Cult's side, the youth took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am Wu Qihang, Holy Son of the Shining Sun Cult!" Meng Jingzhou raised a hand and offered a casual, offhand greeting. "Heavenly Court, Long Jingzhou." "Pardon my offense!" Facing a Holy Son of the Heavenly Court Cult, Wu Qihang dared not be careless. Most striking of all was the Pure Yang Taiji Diagram floating behind his opponent's head—it stood out vividly, clearly marking him as extraordinary. Ever since he was born, this was the first time Wu Qihang had encountered someone in the same realm whose yang qi could rival his own. A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of Meng Jingzhou's mouth. "Pardon your offense? Do you honestly believe you can beat me?" "We shall find out once we test it!" Having been humiliated several times, Wu Qihang's temper flared. He was a hidden genius kept in reserve by the Shining Sun Cult, confident that in talent and combat prowess, he was in no way inferior to any top prodigy in the world! Both moved almost at the exact same instant. A thunderous roar of explosions erupted at once, flames shooting toward the ceiling in a deafening blast. In preparation for today's meeting, both cults had masked the heavenly secrets of the area, cutting off the barbecue restaurant's headquarters from the outside world. No one outside would know anything of what took place inside—including the clash between these two young geniuses. "The Sea Sun Dawns Over Fading Night!" A marvelous phenomenon materialized behind Wu Qihang: upon an ocean of churning, pitch-black waves, a great sun slowly ascended, symbolizing hope and radiant light. The temperature throughout the entire hall spiked sharply, leaving scorched marks across the floorboards, tables, and chairs! Cult Master Chi watched his prized disciple's back with deep satisfaction. It seemed the boy had not forgotten his teachings: when confronting a formidable opponent, any probing attack might put oneself at a disadvantage; it was better to unleash one's full might from the very outset to suppress the foe! "This is the anomaly possessed by a Pure Yang Immortal Physique after they shatter the core and form the nascent soul. It allows them to preliminarily raise the surrounding temperature—essentially the crudest form of a domain," Jiang Lianyi explained, her tone carrying a hint of wistfulness. "Back in the ancient era, there was a Pure Yang Immortal Physique whose combat strength defied the heavens. His vitality was so boundless that he could regenerate severed limbs. Even the Golden Crow Clan, who represented the sun in that era, grew intensely jealous. The Golden Crow Clan's prodigy clashed with him several times and was defeated every single time, her Dao heart shattered, until she withdrew from the battle for immortality of her own accord." "Later on, the two fell in love, pledging their lives to each other under the witness of the sun." "...Wait a minute, fell in love?" Lu Yang interrupted Jiang Lianyi's story, wondering if his ears had deceived him. "The Golden Crow Clan's prodigy was a bright-eyed, red-haired young woman, quite good-looking. What's wrong with a Pure Yang Immortal Physique falling for her?" "Nothing, please continue." "Later, the Pure Yang Immortal Physique returned to his ancestral roots and discovered that he was part of the Golden Crow Clan as well—strictly speaking, a half-Golden Crow. His mother was from the Golden Crow Clan, while his father was human." "His mother had fled an arranged marriage to leave the Golden Crow Clan and fallen in love with his father. After giving birth to him, she was captured and dragged back by the Golden Crow Clan. His father tried desperately to stop them, but to no avail." "Then he discovered that the Golden Crow prodigy was his younger half-sister, born to his mother and her fiancé after she was dragged back." "And what happened in the end?" "In the end, his mother became the patriarch of the Golden Crow Clan, with two husbands." "..." Lu Yang felt a headache coming on. What an absurdly tangled mess of relationships. He was better off watching Old Meng fight. On the battlefield, Meng Jingzhou resembled a god of war. The Pure Yang Taiji Diagram behind him burned like another sun, blazing with light even more intense than the anomaly of the Pure Yang Immortal Physique, repeatedly showing signs of overwhelming it. Those with pure yang constitutions excelled as body cultivators. When their physical bodies collided, Wu Qihang suffered a heavy setback right at the first clash. His opponent's yang qi was so vigorous that it forged a golden body—impenetrably solid and utterly indestructible. "That's impossible!" Wu Qihang cried out in disbelief. Even if the other party was also a Pure Yang Immortal Physique, they should at most be evenly matched. There was no way he could be overpowered by such a massive margin! Cult Master Chi was equally perplexed, mentally speculating on Meng Jingzhou's constitution. With the Heavenly Court Cult's members present, he did not dare probe recklessly. *There are only a few constitutions in this world blessed with such abundant innate yang qi: the Bachelor Spiritual Root, the Virgin Golden Body, the Pure Yang Immortal Physique...* *He feels like a Bachelor Spiritual Root, but a Bachelor Spiritual Root is supposed to be slightly weaker than a Pure Yang Immortal Physique. How could he possibly display such power?* For the moment, Cult Master Chi was utterly baffled. He could only conclude that the Heavenly Court Cult was unfathomably deep, and that this Holy Son Long Jingzhou likely possessed some sort of ancient physique. Meng Jingzhou gave a cold smile, offering no explanation whatsoever. Like a grandmaster of the martial Dao, every lift of his hand and shift of his foot showcased his profound comprehension of martial arts and his absolute mastery over power. Refusing to accept defeat, Wu Qihang ignited both fists a glowing crimson. His skin turned scorching hot, resembling two miniature suns, while the moisture in his body flash-evaporated into sizzling clouds of white vapor. Shrouded in the billowing steam, he looked like a monster born from the heart of the sun. "Solar Fist!" Meng Jingzhou burst into laughter. When it came to fist techniques, he had never feared anyone; even if Lu Yang were in the ring, he would still be no match for him. As their fists collided, wood splinters from the floorboards blasted into the air, bursting into dancing sparks before drifting down as a veil of ash. "That's the Pure Yang Taiji Fist!" Lu Yang stood on high alert, gritting his teeth. "He actually managed to invent it!" "Traditional Taiji Fist emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, but his Pure Yang Taiji Fist is about meeting hardness with hardness, crushing the opponent with overwhelming force! Even if I wanted to defeat him, it would take a serious amount of effort!" Wu Qihang was blasted backward by Meng Jingzhou, slamming hard into the wall and coughing up blood uncontrollably. Staring begrudgingly at the figure standing tall within the swirling dust and smoke, he choked out, "Y-You... what kind of physique do you actually have?!" The sheer weight of his opponent's yang qi terrified him to his core. Meng Jingzhou sneered, his face dripping with disdain. "Trash who cares only about innate physiques! Every shred of my cultivation was forged through my own grueling post-natal effort—what does it have to do with my physique?!" "Could someone like you ever fathom the sheer agony I've suffered just to obtain this power?!"