Chapter 30: Long Xingyu's Shock, Stay Behind, Great Knight!
Ye Ling had complete confidence in Long Xingyu's strength. So this time, he didn't hold back at all and unleashed his full power in a single punch aimed directly at Long Xingyu.
Long Xingyu didn't resist. Although Ye Ling's current aura surprised him, it wasn't at a level that made him feel threatened—just extremely impressive for someone at Ye Ling's stage.
Ye Ling's punch, empowered by the Golden Dragon Claw, struck Long Xingyu in the chest. A terrifying shockwave rippled outwards, even distorting the surrounding space.
The powerful ripple reached Long Haochen, who couldn't withstand it and was knocked to the ground, staring ahead in confusion.
As for Long Xingyu, his eyes flashed with astonishment after taking the punch. He looked at Ye Ling in puzzlement, and at that moment, a faint golden glow flickered across his body—not his own spiritual power, but something very similar to Ye Ling's Golden Dragon King aura.
'That punch… it actually broke through my defenses and struck directly at my core. That's something rare. Does this mean that when Ye Ling uses this bloodline ability, armor becomes practically useless for his enemies? They'll basically be fighting him bare-handed?'
Long Xingyu took a step back and carefully analyzed the sensation from Ye Ling's punch. He even tried to deduce what kind of bloodline it was.
In the end, he gave up—he couldn't sense the specifics.
Still, it was monstrous.
Although the power of the punch had been significantly weakened when it reached him, Long Xingyu could still feel a layer of actual damage.
Truly terrifying.
In terms of raw power, this punch felt like a full-force blow from a Great Knight with a thousand points of spiritual power.
And it seemed this wasn't even Ye Ling's full strength.
If that was the case, then Ye Ling was more than promising.
Long Xingyu looked at Ye Ling again and asked, "What bloodline power is that? Why haven't I sensed it before?"
He asked with genuine curiosity, but Ye Ling didn't respond. It wasn't something he could explain so casually.
Long Xingyu didn't press the issue. He was sure Ye Ling was human—that much was certain. And Ye Ling clearly had deep emotional ties to humanity. He would definitely fight for the human race in the future. So in that case, there was no need to dig into his secrets.
Better to leave them be. Perhaps one day, he wouldn't even need to ask to understand it all.
Of course, he still planned to find some time later to look through ancient texts. The Knights' Temple had plenty of ancient records from the Radiant Era. Perhaps they held some clues.
Then Long Xingyu changed the subject and asked, "So, what brings you here this time?"
"You planning to train alongside Haochen?"
Ye Ling nodded. "Yes. Because of the bloodline boost, my external spiritual power surged, but my internal power hasn't kept up. That's not ideal. While the Moonlight Sub-Hall is decent for cultivation, it's not effective enough. So this time, I plan to improve my internal strength here under your guidance."
As he spoke, Ye Ling's gaze turned serious. He looked at Long Xingyu and gave a knight's salute.
Hearing this, Long Xingyu burst into hearty laughter.
Maybe, for another ninth-rank powerhouse, even if the person standing in front of them was a peerless genius, they'd still hesitate for a long time. After all, inheritance and legacy were paramount.
But Long Xingyu was different. For a prodigy with this level of talent, even if he wasn't his disciple, he would still choose to teach him. It wasn't out of generosity or open-mindedness.
It was because compared to the vague idea of passing down legacy, he was more focused on one thing—destroying the Demon Race and defeating the Demon God Emperor.
That was his real goal.
"Very well. Then stay here and train for the time being. If you encounter any problems in your cultivation, feel free to ask me—I'll do my best to help."
"And from time to time, when I'm not around, you can assist Haochen in his training too."
Long Xingyu looked at Ye Ling and spoke earnestly.
Hearing this, Ye Ling nodded.
Even though he possessed the Seraphim Martial Soul and had a naturally high internal spiritual power of 100 points, the guidance of someone like Long Xingyu—a top-tier Judgement Knight of the Temple—was incredibly beneficial.
A great opportunity, an incredible blessing.
"So, Brother Ye, you'll be training here with us for a while?" Long Haochen struggled to his feet and looked at Ye Ling, eyes sparkling with excitement and joy.
After all, in his subconscious mind, he knew that passing the assessment smoothly this time was entirely due to Ye Ling's training and the foundation-building elixirs he had given him.
That kindness was something he had always remembered deep in his heart.
At the time, those foundation elixirs were more precious than any number of heavenly treasures.
Because they represented hope.
And Ye Ling, the one who gave him that hope, was his great benefactor.
Not to mention, the Thousand Strikes Bone Cleansing Technique that Ye Ling had later taught him—its significance couldn't be overstated.
Ye Ling chuckled and nodded.
After chatting with Long Haochen for a while, they didn't continue talking much longer.
For no other reason than this: early mornings were the best time for training.
One month later.
After a month of intense training and improvement, Ye Ling's internal spiritual power had increased by approximately seventy points.
That brought his internal power to around 240 points—confirmed through Long Xingyu's examination.
When Long Xingyu sensed the growth rate of Ye Ling's internal spiritual power, even he—once hailed as the greatest genius in the Knights' Temple—was utterly amazed.
At their level, progress was typically slow, due to the immense foundations required.
But for Ye Ling to increase his internal spiritual power by half in just one month?
It was astonishing.
And based on the current pace, he might grow even faster later on.
Four more months passed.
Over those four months, Ye Ling's cultivation speed didn't drop much. On this very day, his internal spiritual power finally broke through the 500-point threshold.
In other words, Ye Ling had reached the level of a true Great Knight purely through internal cultivation.
As his internal spiritual power reached that realm, golden light radiated in waves from his body—an aura released by the Seraphim as Ye Ling ascended in rank.
"So it really is like that. When cultivating with the Seraphim Martial Soul, external spiritual power doesn't count for advancement. Only internal power matters."
"Well, that's fine too. Now, in some sense, I'm finally a genuine fourth-rank Great Knight, right?" Ye Ling muttered to himself.
Then he took out the Seraphim Holy Sword, gripped it silently, and infused it with spiritual power.
Instantly, the sword burst into brilliant light, radiating layers of dazzling brilliance. With it came a surge of ascension and deep enlightenment.
The extraordinary phenomenon caught the attention of Long Haochen and Long Xingyu, who rushed over quickly.
Father and son stood nearby, curiosity in their eyes, eager to understand just what was happening.
(End of Chapter)
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