CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24 MORNING EXERCISE TIME

Huang Xiong has been crippled?

At this moment, no one was more shocked or disbelieving than Hee Ming!

Initially, when he saw Zhou Tian knocked unconscious, Hee Ming had already given up resisting, resigning himself to death.

The appearance of Ye Fei, to him, was merely a minor interlude, not something he expected to change anything.

But he guessed the beginning, yet failed to foresee this ending!

Looking at Huang Xiong lying limp on the ground, entirely incapacitated, and then glancing at Ye Fei standing casually with his hands behind his back, exuding utter calm.

Hee Ming couldn’t help but lament his own blindness for failing to recognize the true dragon.

"Mr. Ye, this Huang Xiong..."

Hee Ming swallowed hard, asking respectfully and even reverently.

Because at this moment, Ye Fei in his mind was no ordinary person; he was nothing short of a deity reincarnated!

"His entire Inner Strength has been completely eradicated. He is no longer a threat to you!" Ye Fei replied with a smile.

"Mr. Ye’s divine might! I... I, Little Hee, am profoundly awed!"

As Hee Ming spoke, he directly executed a ninety-degree bow.

If others were to see Hee Ming behaving like this, even calling himself Little Hee, they would surely laugh at his servile demeanor, hardly befitting someone of his stature.

Yet, those present who had witnessed Ye Fei’s actions considered Hee Ming’s behavior entirely justified!

The barely stirring Zhou Tian, who had just begun to regain consciousness, trembled all over, fearing that Ye Fei might extinguish him for his earlier offenses.

But evidently, they were all overthinking.

To Ye Fei, they were merely passersby on his long path of cultivation—neither worth cherishing, nor worth dismissing.

"This matter is settled. Remember the herbs I asked for, deliver them to the villa on Purple Mist Mountain. Here’s the address!"

Ye Fei smiled as he placed a note with his address into Hee Ming’s hand, then turned and walked away.

Seeing this, Hee Ming desperately clutched the note tightly.

For in his eyes, this had become the most important task of his life!

Innate Martial King.

The grandeur of the title "King" was fully displayed here!

Early the next morning.

Hee Ming arrived at the villa on Purple Mist Mountain bright and early. He respectfully handed over the collected herbs to Ye Fei in person.

Last night, after defeating Huang Xiong, and leveraging Zhou Tian’s prowess as a Martial Artist, Hee Ming’s Flame Dragon Association swept through the invading Black Tiger Hall forces, driving them out completely. Then, they worked tirelessly through the night to gather the herbs Ye Fei needed.

Just as Ye Fei had envisioned, cats have cat paths, and mice have mouse networks!

Being an underground force, the Flame Dragon Association quickly found the herbs, albeit at a high cost.

Yet Hee Ming didn’t blink before purchasing them.

For in comparison to befriending someone like Ye Fei, a figure of near-immortal stature, money was trivial.

After receiving the herbs.

Ye Fei naturally concocted another batch of pills according to routine, discarding the defective ones for Master Ma, and keeping the finished ones for himself.

Then, he dove into his cultivation, only emerging from the villa five days later.

"Compared to incomplete Vitality Pills, the effects of a fully refined pill with complete herbs are like night and day. In just five days, I’ve advanced to Middle-stage Foundation Establishment—a pleasant surprise indeed!"

Feeling the Devil Essence coursing through his body, Ye Fei couldn’t help but laugh with joy.

The enhancement of his strength signified that he had taken another step toward the Nascent Soul stage and distanced himself further from death—a cause for celebration.

"The Soul-controlling Demon once concluded: cultivation cannot rely solely on bitter asceticism but must follow the movements of one’s heart. Since I’ve just advanced, a little relaxation is in order!"

With these thoughts, Ye Fei smiled faintly, strolling leisurely to the pavilion on the mountainside. First, he tossed his overcoat onto a chair, then took out his phone and began playing music.

"Starting now—Broadcast Exercise Routine No. 8, First Set: Stretching Movements. One, two, three, four; two, two, three, four..."

During his four years at university, Ye Fei, striving to maintain a good physical condition for his part-time work, never missed his morning broadcast exercises.

Even now, as a Cultivator, this habit remained unchanged.

Though, this routine often stirred up quite a few laughs.

Take, for instance, Master Ma’s observation of his exercise. Mistaking it for some kind of secret cultivation technique, he memorized it entirely and even started practicing it daily outside the villa.

But as Ye Fei reached the jumping movements, a joyful shout suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.

"Ye Fei?"

Ye Fei turned to look, only to see four or five young men and women climbing the staircase from below. Among them was a young woman, staring at Ye Fei with a stern expression.

Seeing her face, Ye Fei shook his head slightly.

Enemies truly tread the same path!

For this woman was none other than Wu Xia!

Who would’ve thought they would cross paths again here on Purple Mist Mountain.

"Ye Fei, what are you doing here?" Wu Xia asked directly, her tone clearly unfriendly.

Evidently, she was still holding onto a grudge about Ye Fei’s previous remarks.

Although Ye Fei wasn’t fond of Wu Xia’s attitude, his mood was still pleasant after advancing to Middle-stage Foundation Establishment today.

So he smiled and replied, "As you can see, I’m exercising!"

Exercising?

Wu Xia frowned slightly, finally hearing the broadcast exercise music playing on his phone.

But soon, her gaze shifted to the clothes on the chair.

"Is this your so-called moving out? You’re sleeping here now?" Wu Xia asked coldly.

Ye Fei chuckled out loud when he heard this.

He hadn’t expected Wu Xia to conjure up such an image—thinking that after moving out of her home, he had been reduced to sleeping in the open air.

Oh no, correction: sleeping in the open pavilion.

"You misunderstand!" Ye Fei shook his head and smiled.

"Misunderstand?"

Wu Xia sneered, "I don’t think I misunderstood anything. Is this what you call being fearless? Is this your so-called level? Is this the laughable pride and arrogance you spoke of? If I’m mistaken, fine. Tell me, where do you live now?"

"I don’t think I have any reason to tell you," Ye Fei responded indifferently.

"That’s because you can’t say!"

Wu Xia sighed and said, "Your previous house is still vacant. Go back! Reality is reality—it’s not something you can change with mere imagination. Move back, so I can explain to my mom and Aunt Ye as well!"

"No need! I live up there!"

Words exchanged serve no purpose!

After saying this, Ye Fei prepared to leave.

Just then, a boy behind Wu Xia sneered disdainfully and said, "Bragging big, do you even know what this place is? This is Yuntai’s famous affluent area. Those living on Purple Mist Mountain are either wealthy or noble. With your pathetic appearance, you think you qualify to live here?"

Ye Fei turned to look at the boy.

He recognized him. His name was Zheng Tan. He used to hang around Bai Meng, who was now a vegetative state, and was considered one of the second-generation wealthy types at Yuntian University.

He spent his days in idleness chasing girls and entertaining himself—and apparently, he was pursuing Wu Xia.

Judging by his current demeanor, he was displeased seeing Wu Xia talk to Ye Fei.

When Zheng Tan saw Ye Fei staring at him, he sneered and said, "What are you looking at? Did I say anything wrong?"

Ye Fei smiled without replying.

Zheng Tan, assuming Ye Fei was intimidated, smiled smugly and then turned to Wu Xia, saying, "Xiao Xia, let’s ignore this pauper. Let’s continue discussing the remarkable figure, Mr. Ye, who recently emerged in Yuntai!"