In this world, the only person who had cultivated the Cloudy Heaven Technique was Ye Tianze himself. Along the way, he had never thought of passing down the Cloudy Heaven Technique to his descendants.
The reason was that he was too busy in his previous life, so busy that he didn't have a successor at the end of his life. In this life, he was even busier.
He was busy making up for the regrets of his previous life, so the Cloudy Heaven Technique was not truly perfected. Even the Nine Spears of the Cloudy Heaven only had seven spears.
But for a truly mature martial art and mental cultivation method, if he wanted to pass it down to his descendants, he couldn't completely follow his path. Only by dividing it into different levels would it be suitable for his descendants to cultivate.
The so-called first level that Zhou Yuxiang obtained was nothing more than Ye Tianze directly cutting out a section of the Cloudy Heaven Technique that he had cultivated in his previous life.
There was no embellishment, nor was there any talk of experience. Unless Zhou Yuxiang really had the kind of cultivation talent that far surpassed Ye Tianze's, then it would be possible for him to find experience from such a jumble of cultivation methods.
Otherwise, if he forcefully cultivated it, it would only cause him to suffer from qi deviation.
And Ye Tianze wanted him to suffer from qi deviation. If he didn't suffer from qi deviation, then even if he and Qin Weiyang worked together, they wouldn't be able to deal with Zhou Yuxiang.
Qin Weiyang was also smart and immediately understood his meaning. She smiled and said: "When the time comes, this guy better not go crazy."
While they were talking, the sky suddenly began to rain. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rain covered the original silence of the Heavenly Academy.
In the rain, a person hurriedly went up the mountain to Zhou Yuxiang's residence and said: "Mister, it's not good. Yang Wuhui left the Divine General's Estate and went to the Nine Grand Floors alone."
The person who came was Tang Tianjun. When he saw Qin Weiyang, Tang Tianjun was shocked. In his view, Qin Weiyang was far more terrifying than Ye Tianze.
"What happened?" Ye Tianze asked.
Tang Tianjun immediately narrated the entire process. Originally, Yang Wuhui was recuperating in the Divine General's Estate, and as long as he was in the Divine General's Estate, no one would be able to touch him.
At first, Tang Tianjun thought that Yang Wuhui would not go out again. But just as he was about to rest, Yang Wuhui suddenly moved.
He did not hide it from the people of the Divine General's Estate, but when he left, he was stopped by Zhou Chong. Zhou Chong clearly told him that once he left the Divine General's Estate, his actions would no longer have anything to do with the Divine General's Estate, and the Divine General's Estate would not protect him.
What he meant was that Yang Wuhui should not be impulsive and stay in the Divine General's Estate to cultivate. Sooner or later, he would be able to take revenge.
But Yang Wuhui insisted and left the Divine General's Estate. Tang Tianjun immediately came to inform Ye Tianze.
"Looks like … he was already prepared to catch the Nine Storey Tower off guard." Ye Tianze bitterly smiled, "Let's go and take a look!"
He immediately called Zhou Yuxiang over and left the Heavenly Academy.
In the pouring rain, the Imperial Dragon City was currently under a curfew. Only the guards patrolling the streets were moving about.
Yang Wuhui walked in the rain with a straw raincoat draped over his shoulders. He was not unprepared. Everyone knew that he was already heavily injured during the Large Competition.
And after entering the Divine General's Estate, the people of the Nine Storey Tower would not be able to find trouble with him. So, no one would think that he would choose to take revenge tonight, and the people of the Nine Storey Tower would definitely not think of it.
When he arrived at the Nine Storey Tower, he looked at the towering pavilion in front of him. In his heart, other than memories, there was also grief.
This was the place where he was born and also the place where he grew up. It had been more than ten years since they parted.
But, he still clearly remembered every corner of the Nine Storey Tower, every layout, because those were his memories.
In the rainy night, he stood in front of the Nine Storey Tower's main door and looked at the five ancient words "Phoenix Song Nine Storey Tower" on the signboard. He pulled out the sword at his waist.
A cold light flashed. Before the two guards could react, they had already fallen into a pool of their own blood.
However, just as Yang Wuhui stepped onto the steps to enter the Nine Storey Tower, the Nine Storey Tower was suddenly brightly lit. A group of swordsmen came out in a line and surrounded him at the main door.
"Hahaha, little bastard, we have been waiting for you for a long time!" Hu Cong and Su Hu walked out one after another.
The dozens of elders of the Nine Storey Tower were all present, but the mysterious tower lord was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is that old bastard Feng Yaori? Tell him to come out and see me!" Yang Wuhui's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't care about the hundreds of swordsmen surrounding him.
"You bastard, you poisoned your own father and tried to usurp the throne, but the tower lord saw through you and you fled. Today, you dare to come back. If the tower lord comes out, won't it dirty the tower lord's hands?"
Hu Cong sneered, "Men, don't leave him alive. Hack him to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of swordsmen immediately attacked Yang Wuhui. Under the rainy night, the wind spirit power surged, and the raindrops couldn't even get close to their bodies. They were blown away by the wind spirit power.
Seeing that Yang Wuhui was in danger, a golden light suddenly flashed. The dozens of swordsmen who rushed at Yang Wuhui were all beheaded and fell into a pool of blood.
An old man appeared in a flash and landed beside Yang Wuhui. He was dressed in plain clothes, with white hair and a white beard. His face was resolute, and his eyes were murderous. He held a golden broadsword in his hand, which was particularly dazzling in the rainy night.
"Ding Yue of the Golden Blade Faction!" Hu Cong's expression changed.
The Golden Blade Faction was a tyrant in the Eastern Region, and its status was equivalent to the Three Sects and Seven Schools of the Southern Region. However, the Golden Blade Faction of the Eastern Region was obviously stronger than the Cloud Faction of the Three Sects and Seven Schools of the Southern Region. This was the difference of one realm.
The old man in front of them was Yang Wuhui's grandfather, the leader of the Golden Blade Faction, Ding Yue. He was a magnate and an expert on the Earth Roll.
"Hu Cong, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Your mouth is getting better and better. You even learned how to play the blame game!" Ding Yue sneered.
The group of Nine Storey Tower's disciples immediately retreated a dozen steps. At this moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Countless footsteps came from the dark alley.
Under the lightning, people saw a group of black figures holding large swords rushing out of the alley. There were thousands of them, and they rushed over in an instant.
Before Hu Cong could say anything, they raised their swords and started fighting with the people of the Nine Storey Tower. In less than a moment, the hundreds of Nine Storey Tower's disciples surrounding Yang Wuhui were all killed. Blood dyed the stone steps red. Under the washing of the rain, the outside of the Nine Storey Tower turned into a sea of blood.
The disciples of the Golden Blade Faction were all fierce, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Hu Cong looked at the hundreds of swordsmen of the Nine Storey Tower lying in a pool of blood. His face was a little ugly, but he glanced at the people present and calmed down.
"Ding Yue, don't forget that this is the Nine Storey Tower, the Imperial Dragon City, not your Golden Blade Faction of the Eastern Region!" Hu Cong sneered.
"Of course I know that this is the Nine Storey Tower and the Imperial Dragon City. How can I forget that my daughter and son-in-law died here?"
Ding Yue roared like a lion, "Feng Yaori, get out here and die!"
As soon as his voice fell, a fire suddenly lit up the dark street, illuminating the surroundings of the Nine Storey Tower.
Countless footsteps and the sound of swords being drawn were heard. Groups of disciples wearing the Nine Storey Tower's robes came out in a line. There were at least four to five thousand of them.
In an instant, they surrounded the gate.
Immediately after, an old man came out. The old man had white hair, but he looked like a child, and his eyes were full of determination.
"Ding Yue, long time no see." This person was the Tower Master of the Nine Storey Tower, Feng Yaori.
He was also Yang Wuhui's uncle.
"Unfortunately, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Do you really think that thousands of people of your Golden Blade Faction can enter the Imperial Dragon City without my Nine Storey Tower knowing?"
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