BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: The Young Girl, You Quan

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Ye Clan.

”Respectfully seeing Mr. Wei off!”

Led by Elder Ye Zhong, the Ye Clan members including Xinlan stood neatly lined up, respectfully sending off Wei Yang and his group.

In midair, Wei Yang gave a slight nod, then waved his hand. A spatial passageway appeared before them, and he was the first to step into it.

Behind him, Xian’er held onto Wei Ye’s small hand as they followed. Just before entering, Wei Ye turned back, waved enthusiastically, and called out, ”Goodbye, Elder Ye! Goodbye, everyone!”

”Haha, farewell, Young Master Ye! Remember to visit often in the future!” Ye Zhong laughed heartily as he waved, joined by the smiling voices of the Ye Clan crowd.

”Okay!” the childish voice echoed faintly from within the spatial passage. Finally, after Ah Da entered, the space tunnel slowly faded away.

Watching the now-empty sky, Ye Zhong stroked his beard, a smile of admiration and emotion surfacing in his eyes.

Truly worthy of being his son—Young Master Ye’s rate of growth was nothing short of astonishing. He was only in the foundational training phase, yet even with casual daily cultivation, he had already reached the peak of Dou Wang.

He was only seven years old.

Compared to him, the most outstanding child of the Ye Clan’s younger generation couldn’t even be mentioned in the same breath—the difference was like heaven and earth.

No comparison. No comparison at all!

A heaven-blessed prodigy like him was destined to soar to unimaginable heights. Perhaps, in just a few years, the name Wei Ye would resound across the entirety of Central Plains—no, even throughout the whole Dou Qi Continent.

As for Wei Yang’s earlier offer to pay the Ye Clan some compensation, Ye Zhong had flatly refused without a second thought, stating that Young Master Ye’s presence in their family for over a year had been an immense honor in itself.

A joke—what was mere payment worth?

In this world, favors were the most valuable currency. Especially the favor and friendship of someone like Wei Yang—such things could save your life when it truly mattered.

Why ask for compensation? Ye Zhong wasn’t a fool.

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Within the Star Realm.

After bringing back Xian’er and Wei Ye, Wei Yang’s life became much more relaxed.

He spent his days with his wife and children, occasionally instructing the three little ones in cultivation and discussing with Yao Lao the creation of personalized cultivation techniques for them.

Although this wasn’t something urgent yet, it was something they needed to prepare for early. At the level that Wei Yang and Yao Lao stood, crafting ordinary Earth Grade cultivation techniques was no longer a challenge to them.

To say it was effortless might sound exaggerated, but it wasn’t far from the truth. Only techniques at the Quasi-Heaven Grade and above required them to devote significant effort.

However, since the children were still very young, they didn’t dare make the techniques too complex. For now, they were preparing to design a few Mid-Level Earth Grade cultivation techniques to serve as transitional training.

Among them, Xiao Xiao’s fire-attribute cultivation technique was the easiest. They could take a few existing Earth Grade fire manuals, make some small adjustments, and it would be fine—honestly, even without modifications, it would work.

Next was Wei Ye’s cultivation technique—yang-attribute cultivation. That was Wei Yang’s specialty, and with the experience of Light Emperor within him, this was something he was more than qualified to handle.

The only tricky one was Wei Shuo’s Yin-Yang attribute cultivation technique. That one had given both Wei Yang and Yao Lao a real headache, requiring them to spend quite some effort researching and experimenting.

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Behind the main peak of the Falling Star Pavilion.

A gentle breeze rippled across the lotus pond, causing the broad green lotus leaves to sway lightly, spreading a crisp fragrance reminiscent of green apples.

A simple yet elegant redwood pavilion stood suspended above the water at the pond’s center. As the beaded curtains fluttered in the wind, the soft chime of wind bells echoed faintly.

On the spotless wooden floor, Wei Yang sat barefoot on a meditation mat, holding a scroll that emitted a faint trace of cold, yin energy. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

His gaze was distant and unfocused as intricate meridian routes unfolded and intertwined within his mind.

Just then, a young girl in light red robes stood gracefully at the edge of the pond, her figure poised against the breeze. Her clear eyes were gazing softly toward the pavilion.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her slender waist and long legs giving her a youthful allure. Though still a little tender in age, she was undoubtedly already a stunning beauty in the making.

Give her a few more years, and she would surely grow into a charming enchantress capable of driving countless men mad for her. Her bearing was not inferior in the slightest to that of the seductive Cao Ying back in her prime.

Of course, the most astonishing and noteworthy thing about this girl wasn’t her looks—but her astonishing cultivation talent. Though she appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, she had already stepped into the realm of a Dou Wang.

At her age, such an achievement was considered extraordinary, even when compared across the entire Central Plains. Given enough time, her future accomplishments would likely be terrifying.

”What is it?”

Wei Yang’s eyes gradually focused as his calm and gentle voice drifted out, crossing the lotus pond and reaching the girl’s ears.

”Ah—Young Pavilion Master, may I... trouble you for a bit of your time to give me some guidance on my palm technique?” The young girl seemed startled at first. Her delicate face flushed pink, but she still gathered her courage and spoke.

”Hmm, show me your technique.” Wei Yang’s soft voice came from within the pavilion.

”Yes.” The girl’s heart thumped nervously. She quickly composed herself, stepping into the open area beside the pond, and began to perform a newly mastered Earth Grade palm Dou Technique.

Wei Yang slowly walked out from the pavilion, standing barefoot beneath the eaves with his hands clasped behind his back. From afar, his gaze rested on the girl beside the pond, whose movements flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water.

He nodded slightly in approval. Then, in a calm tone, he pointed out a few minor flaws in her form—not serious, but noticeable.

The girl listened intently, and her comprehension was remarkably quick. Almost instantly after Wei Yang’s corrections, she had already adjusted and perfected her movements.

Her ability to grasp concepts so quickly made even Wei Yang silently nod in admiration.

This girl truly possessed extraordinary intelligence and comprehension. If properly nurtured, it wasn’t impossible for her to become a top-tier powerhouse in the future. At the very least, she had the potential of a Dou Zun!

Her name was You Quan.

You Quan.

In the original story, this was the very same girl who would later become one of Xiao Yan’s registered disciples.

However, in this timeline, since Xiao Yan had left for the Gu Clan more than two years ago and had yet to return, she had not yet become his disciple.

As one of the most gifted disciples among the general ranks of the Falling Star Pavilion, You Quan naturally drew much attention. Even Yao Lao had been impressed by her talent and personally inquired about her.

There was no doubt that You Quan’s talent ranked among the very best of her generation—aside from Yao Lao’s three grand-disciples, she was the most outstanding of the younger generation, far surpassing even Feng Zun Zhe’s disciple, Mu Qingluan.

Naturally, since her potential was revealed, the higher-ups of the Pavilion had all taken great interest in her.

If not for the fact that Yao Lao had devoted all his attention to his three treasured grand-disciples and had already resolved never to take on any more students, You Quan might very well have become Xiao Yan and Wei Yang’s junior sister.

However, You Quan’s own standards were also extremely high. Despite many elders and even several Pavilion Masters expressing interest in taking her as a disciple, she politely declined them all.

Even the likes of Feng Zun Zhe, Tie Jian Zun Zhe, and Tian Huo Zun Zhe personally invited her—but she refused every one of them. Her refusals caused quite a stir within the Pavilion.

Her reason, however, was simple—she admired Saint Yao and the two Young Pavilion Masters, and she wished to become a disciple of one of the three. aced with this, the Pavilion elders could only sigh helplessly.

Eventually, the matter reached Yao Lao himself, but he was resolute—he would no longer take on any new disciples.

That left only Wei Yang and Xiao Yan.

Wei Yang himself had little interest in taking disciples. His focus was already on his two children, whose talents were far beyond ordinary—far beyond even You Quan’s. So naturally, he had no strong desire to take on anyone else.

After all, taking on a disciple meant taking on responsibility, something he didn’t intend to do halfheartedly. Still, it would be a waste to let a talent like You Quan’s go untended.

So, Yao Lao made the decision—either Wei Yang or Xiao Yan should take her as a disciple.

Since Xiao Yan was currently away, Wei Yang eventually agreed to temporarily guide her in his stead. When Xiao Yan returned, he could decide for himself whether to take her formally as his disciple.

If Xiao Yan chose not to, then Wei Yang would take her as a registered disciple first, and once she broke through to Dou Zong, he would accept her as an official personal disciple.

Naturally, You Quan didn’t hesitate for even a moment—she joyfully accepted. Thus, today’s scene came to be. For now, You Quan would train under Wei Yang’s guidance, learning directly from him in her daily cultivation.

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