After defeating Huang Wutian in a tyrannical manner and entering the final round, Ye Chenfeng didn't stay in the Hundred Battles Holy Battlefield for long. Under the shocked, surprised, and cold gazes of many people, he left with Xia Wendie, Zhan Wudi, and the others, preparing for the finals in a month.
"Brother Ye, I didn't expect you to defeat Huang Wutian and enter the finals!"
Ye Chenfeng and the rest had just returned. Yue Yeming, Ling Yuxin, and the rest had also returned to the lakeside house.
"However, Tian Qingyun is a terrifying person. I have a feeling that he was still holding back when he defeated me. If Brother Ye wants to defeat him in the finals, I'm afraid you'll have to increase your strength!"
"Yes, Tian Qingyun's foundation is indeed terrifying. However, I'll do my best to defeat him!" Ye Chenfeng nodded.
"I hope Brother Ye can have the last laugh and break the legend of the Sky Race dominating the Hundred Battles Tournament!" Yue Yeming said.
"Brother Ye, from what I saw in your battle with Huang Wutian, your Sword Soul is about to transform into a Saint-level Sword Soul!" Ling Yuxin added.
"Yes, my Sword Soul is about to transform into a Saint-level Sword Soul!" Ye Chenfeng nodded and said, "However, to complete the final transformation, I'm afraid it'll take some time."
"I have a way to transform Brother Ye's Sword Soul into a Saint-level Sword Soul in a short period of time!" Ling Yuxin smiled enchantingly as she looked at Xia Wendie, who was even more beautiful than a fairy.
"What is it?"
Ye Chenfeng's eyes lit up as he quickly asked.
If his Sword Soul could transform into a Saint-level Sword Soul, his attack power would increase by dozens of times, greatly increasing his chances of defeating Tian Qingyun.
"I have a Holy Sword Grass here. I can give it to Brother Ye!" With a thought, Ling Yuxin took out a Sword Grass that contained Holy Will and said, "However, this Sword Grass alone is not enough to allow Brother Ye's Sword Soul to transform in such a short time. The real opportunity to transform lies with Miss Xia."
"You're talking about Mozzie's Born Taoism Body!" Ye Chenfeng immediately understood what Ling Yuxin meant.
"That's right. Miss Xia's born Taoism aptitude is already strong enough. If Brother Ye were to consume the Holy Sword Grass and nourish it with her born Taoism aptitude, he should be able to transform his Sword Spirit into a Saint in a short time," Ling Yuxin nodded and said.
Hearing Ling Yuxin's idea, Xia Wendie's face immediately flushed red, and a trace of expectation appeared in her heart.
"Alright, I won't disturb you any longer. Brother Ye, you can stay in the lakeside building and prepare for the finals. No one will disturb you here!"
After that, Ling Yuxin gave the precious Holy Sword Grass to Ye Chenfeng and left with Yue Yeming.
Yue Ye Ming and Xia Wendi had just left when Ye Chenfeng brought Xia Wendi back to the Universe Realm.
"Chengfeng, I'll help you transform your sword soul!"
Without waiting for Ye Chenfeng to open his mouth, Xia Wendie, with her beautiful face and watery eyes, opened her mouth. Her coquettish voice caused one's imagination to run wild.
"You don't regret it?"
Ye Chenfeng looked at Xia Wendi's mesmerizing face and asked softly.
Xia Wendi nodded and said without hesitation, "Of course … You're the person I like. I'm willing to give everything I have to you without holding back!"
Xia Wendi's words touched the softest spot in Ye Chenfeng's heart. He gently hugged Xia Wendi in his arms, silently feeling her softness and her passion.
Soon, the two tightly hugged each other and kissed passionately, and the clothes on their bodies became less and less.
At this time, a large amount of spirit fog was attracted and rolled over, instantly enveloping the two who were naked and entangled with each other like spirit snakes.
When Xia Wendi, with a dazed expression and crimson body, fell on the white bed formed by the spirit fog, Ye Chenfeng consumed the precious Holy Sword Grass.
"Moan …"
Xia Wendie's rosy lips let out a soft moan that made others feel numb. The two of them intimately fused together, writing a chapter of love in this fairyland of clouds and mist.
Xia Wendi had refined the Spirit Source, Dao Insight Fruit, and other treasures, and her Innate Daoist Physique had long become incomparably powerful. Under the nourishment of the Innate Daoist Physique, Ye Chenfeng's comprehension of Dao grew deeper and deeper, and the Holy Sword Grass quickly melted as the two joined, madly merging into the Sword Soul, accelerating its transformation.
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"Ye Ming, what's Brother Ye's origin?"
Ling Yuxin personally brewed a cup of top grade spirit tea for Yue Ye Ming and asked softly. She was curious about Ye Chenfeng's identity.
Yue Ye Ming shook his head and said, "To be honest, I'm also curious about Brother Ye's identity, but there's one thing I'm sure of. Brother Ye shouldn't be from the Void God Realm!"
"You're so sure?" Ling Yuxin asked.
"Yes, it's a feeling!" Yue Ye Ming nodded and said, "Also, I feel that Brother Ye is someone worth befriending. In the future, he might be able to help me."
"I didn't expect you to have such a high opinion of him!" Ling Yuxin smiled slightly, pursed her lips, and sipped a small mouthful of tea, and said, "Then make a guess. Between Brother Ye and Tian Qingyun, who will have the last laugh and become the champion?"
"This …" Yue Ye Ming pondered for a while and said, "Although I really want Brother Ye to become the champion, I feel that with his strength and foundation, his chances of becoming the champion are at most thirty percent."
"Thirty percent is already very high!" Ling Yuxin said, "You have to know that you used the Three Lives Youngling Stone and still lost to Tian Qingyun. If Brother Ye wants to turn the tide, his foundation must surpass the Three Lives Youngling Stone."
"Let's wait patiently. Maybe Brother Ye will give us a huge surprise!" Yue Ye Ming drank the tea in his cup, and couldn't help but think of Ye Chenfeng's invincible figure.
For some reason, when he thought of the scene where Ye Chenfeng defeated Huang Wutian, Yue Ye Ming saw a vaguely familiar figure in Ye Chenfeng.
Time passed day by day.
Ye Chenfeng and Xia Wendie were happily entangled in the fourth level of the Universe Realm. Under the nourishment of the born Taoism aptitude, the will in Ye Chenfeng's body became even stronger, and the Sword Spirit had completely merged with the Holy Sword Grass, speeding up the final transformation.
Rays of red light shone out of the Sword Spirit, and the power of the Sword Spirit increased exponentially.
Grasping the opportunity of the sword spirit's transformation, Ye Chenfeng gently placed Xia Wendie, who had fallen into a deep sleep, on the soft bed made of spirit fog. Then, he walked to the front of the Void Dao Stele and removed all distracting thoughts. While comprehending the Void Dao Stele, he accelerated the transformation of the sword spirit.
Buzz! Buzz!
After an unknown amount of time, the Sword Spirit, which was floating above Ye Chenfeng's head and bathed in the light of the will of the Dao, suddenly shone with boundless red light, dyeing the entire space red.
"Success!"
The moment the Sword Spirit transformed from a Heaven Sword Spirit to a Saint Sword Spirit, Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his eyes, waking up from his cultivation.
Although the Sword Spirit had just transformed into a Saint Sword Spirit, its power had reached the level of a high-grade Transcendent Saint Artifact, becoming Ye Chenfeng's other trump card.
"The first place of the Hundred Battles Martial Competition is mine!"
Ye Chenfeng's deep eyes revealed an unparalleled confidence. If not me, then who?
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