Chapter 765: Chapter 0683: The Overlooked Miao Miaomiao
"Lost it?" Ye Qingfeng touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I thought you’d always keep it on you!"
Qiao Lianxiang chuckled inwardly, unable to resist teasing, "What, just a jade pendant, and you expect the elder sister to treasure it like a treasure?"
Ye Qingfeng shrugged it off, not particularly concerned, while Qiao Lianxiang’s hand secretly gripped tightly, the smooth jade pendant safely in her palm.
"Feng, what is your cultivation realm now?"
Qiao Lianxiang suddenly asked, very curious about this question.
Ye Qingfeng could easily defeat the Basic-level War Emperor level Fang Li and completely disregard the cultivation of the Intermediate War Emperor level Xing Mozi. His strength was astonishing, and in her view, Ye Qingfeng probably hadn’t even used his full strength.
"My realm?"
Ye Qingfeng slightly raised his head, his expression turning a bit strange.
Faced with Qiao Lianxiang’s question, Ye Qingfeng was evidently taken aback.
"My realm?"
He had this peculiar look as if contemplating something.
"What? You don’t even know your own realm?"
Qiao Lianxiang was stunned, finding it very strange.
Ye Qingfeng touched his nose and nodded, "Sister Xiang, I won’t hide it from you. I really don’t know what my personal realm is!"
"Your cultivation realms are all divided by power levels, but this division system is not accurate for me!"
Ye Qingfeng clenched his palm gently, and nine colors of light interplayed in his palm, each representing a different power.
"My power doesn’t belong to your power system, so I can’t give a definitive answer!"
Ye Qingfeng’s reply left Qiao Lianxiang once again shocked, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.
After all, Ye Qingfeng cultivates the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique. The ways of the immortals cannot be compared with the cultivation techniques and realms on Earth.
The higher the realm, the greater the difference.
This is why even though he is only at the War King Realm, he can kill a Basic-level War Emperor, as easily as slaughtering a chicken.
Martial Artists’ power system is virtually interconnected, even Elemental Superpower Users can’t break free from it, and there are clear level divisions, but Ye Qingfeng’s power transcends this system?
She suddenly realized she had probably encountered a once-in-a-lifetime prodigious talent of unrivaled brilliance, unparalleled in history.
Ye Qingfeng grinned and continued, "What realm I am at isn’t important; I only know that regardless of any opponent, no matter the difference in strengh, you only know by fighting!"
The most terrifying thing about a person is not knowing their limits; the truly terrifying thing is being so powerful that even they cannot estimate themselves.
Ye Qingfeng belongs to the latter category.
"You little guy really is surprising!"
Qiao Lianxiang couldn’t help but marvel; her decades-long cultivation is no match for Ye Qingfeng’s effort over just a few years. If she knew Ye Qingfeng’s actual cultivation time is not even three years, she would be even more bewildered.
The bonfire party was in full swing, Qiao Lianxiang and Ye Qingfeng were chatting happily, as if returning to those days in the Extremly Cold Land.
Miao Miaomiao stood not far away, seeing her master, unbothered by worldly affairs, laughing and chatting with Ye Qingfeng, became increasingly curious.
Usually silent and exceptionally cool, Qiao Lianxiang seemed to change into a different person upon meeting Ye Qingfeng, with a naturally beautiful smile on her face, radiant and stunning.
Miao Miaomiao suddenly remembered something, her mind stirred, and she walked over quickly.
"Master!"
Seeing Miao Miaomiao approach, Qiao Lianxiang nodded with a smile and introduced to Ye Qingfeng, "Feng, this is my disciple, Miao Miaomiao. Like you, she’s a student at Yanjing University. For over a decade her life has been in the Lotus Sect. Now living in the Mortal World, she doesn’t know a lot of things, so please look after her; don’t let her suffer!"
Miao Miaomiao looked at Ye Qingfeng, her eyes a bit shy, remembering she had previously thought to capture Ye Qingfeng to see Song Shuyao, her face flushed slightly.
"Oh, we’ve met!" Ye Qingfeng’s gaze landed on Miao Miaomiao, indifferent, completely different from the gentle smile he had for Qiao Lianxiang, making Miao Miaomiao feel slightly wronged.
"Hmm? You know each other?"
Qiao Lianxiang asked, a bit curious.
"No, just met once!"
Ye Qingfeng waved it off, while Miao Miaomiao looked rather aggrieved. She was a top beauty, ranked third in Yanjing University’s flower list; many boys knew her, taking pride in it, except Ye Qingfeng who treated her like air.
Despite Miao Miaomiao’s slight anger, she did not forget the important matter she came for.
She looked at Qiao Lianxiang and suddenly said, "Master, since you know such a powerful friend, why not tell him about that matter? Seeing you frown these past few days, I..."
"Miao Miao, shut up!"
Qiao Lianxiang, who usually had a gentle face, suddenly snapped, her tone extremely harsh, stunning Miao Miaomiao.
All these years, Qiao Lianxiang had never been so furious at her.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze sharpened, a hint of severity in his eyes, "Sister Xiang, is there trouble?"
Realizing her loss of composure, Qiao Lianxiang gently raised her hand, her smile returning.
"No problem, even the Demon Punishment Palace was defeated by you, what trouble could I have?"
Ye Qingfeng could naturally see Qiao Lianxiang was not being truthful, but knowing her character, he wouldn’t get an answer, no matter how much he pressed.
"Feng, I want to hear you sing, can I?"
Qiao Lianxiang suddenly turned, her face serious.
"Sing?"
Ye Qingfeng grinned and without speaking, got up and walked towards the bonfire.
Just finished dancing, Yi Xun was excited to see Ye Qingfeng approaching, thinking he was coming for her.
Ye Qingfeng walked past her, stopping in front of Yi Yue.
"This thing, lend it to me!"
Yi Yue felt her heart tremble greatly, not expecting Ye Qingfeng to speak to her, momentarily frozen.
After spacing out for a bit, she hurriedly handed over the pipa, her face blushing.
Ye Qingfeng sat by the bonfire, plucking each string of the pipa with his fingers, the sounds of different strings clearly captured by his ears.
After a few dozen seconds, he suddenly strummed with five fingers, a beautiful pipa sound spreading forth.
Yi Yue and Yi Xun’s eyes widened, extremely curious, every tune Ye Qingfeng controlled was precise, light and heavy at times, but his fingering seemed chaotic, not like an experienced pipa player.
"Could it be..."
Recalling the scene where Ye Qingfeng plucked each string, the two sisters turned pale with shock.
Ye Qingfeng was actually tuning the strings, and in a short time, expertly mastering the tone of each string on the pipa, immediately playing the melody he wished perfectly.
"Not only is his strength terrifying, but his musical talent and memory are also so strong?"
Those who understood what was happening were shocked beyond measure, deeply moved.