233: Chapter 233 Terrifying Finger

"Good lad, not bad strength," Elder Su said, squeezing the iron ball in his hand, not stingy with his praise.

Seven-Star Martial Sect!

Fourth-Rank Perfection Mental Energy!

Azure Lotus Sword?

Ma Kai's face turned livid. He muttered in a low voice, staring unkindly at Ye Yisong below. A cold Killing Intent flashed deep within his eyes.

If Ye Yisong failing the assessment would have been a heavy blow to Brother Shen Jun, then Ye Yisong passing the assessment would have an equally great impact on Ma Kai.

Questioning others often comes with a price; otherwise, anyone could question indefinitely.

Does Yuelai Pavilion still want to do business? This is everyone's bottom line, and no one is allowed to break it.

"Hahaha, good lad, you truly didn't disappoint me!" Unlike Ma Kai, Brother Shen Jun slapped the railing and laughed loudly, disregarding his image.

"Elder Wang, Ye Yisong has passed the assessment. Should the compensation that Elder Ma Kai is required to give according to the rules be fulfilled now?"

Brother Shen Jun did not give Ma Kai any face, demanding the compensation directly in front of everyone.

"No rush." Elder Wang's tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. He looked at Ye Yisong below and said, "Elder Ye, I wonder if you still need to continue taking the assessment?"

These words were shocking. The crowd looked at Elder Wang in confusion. What did this mean?

According to the rules, as long as one passed the assessments of two Elders, Ye Yisong would have secured his position as a Third-Class Guest Elder of Yuelai Pavilion.

Why did Elder Wang propose another assessment?

Was he not satisfied? Or was it something else?

But the way Elder Wang addressed him as "Elder Ye" clearly acknowledged Ye Yisong's status.

"Of course, you can also refuse; this will not affect your status in the Treasure Pavilion," Elder Wang continued. "Recently, I have newly comprehended a finger technique called the Soul-Startling Finger. It can help Martial Artists break through their Mental Energy limits. I wonder if Elder Ye would like to accept this assessment?"

The dagger was revealed. Was he coveting Ye Yisong's Fourth-Rank Perfection Mental Energy and using him as a lab rat?

"This Junior is willing to try."

Ye Yisong hesitated for a moment before agreeing, which scared Ancestor Ye Rongming so much that he disregarded the occasion and shouted to stop him: "Nonsense!"

The Sea of Consciousness is not like other places. Once injured, without high-grade Medicinal Pills, one cannot hope to recover in a short time.

If the injury is severe, it could even cut off one's path forward, stopping one at their current Realm, never to make any progress again.

Ye Yisong was only sixteen years old at most this year. Why would he need to take such a risky move? By spending decades, or even a hundred years, little by little to comprehend and polish that barrier, he would eventually be able to break through to Fifth-Rank Mental Energy. Why be in such a hurry!

"Old Ancestor, Yisong is willing." Ye Yisong took a step forward and bowed.

Wasn't this just someone handing him a pillow when he was sleepy?

Ye Yisong had confidence in his own talent, and at the same time, he had confidence in Elder Wang. To be ranked fifth showed how strong his power was.

A secret mental technique comprehended by such an expert, even if it didn't succeed, could loosen Ye Yisong's Mental Energy barrier a little and chisel out a gap.

Finally, there was his desire to develop the 798 Navigation System. Ye Yisong never believed that the 798 Navigation System could only assist him in Talisman Making.

Could it really have no other functions?

"You..." Ancestor Ye Rongming was furious. This was truly a newborn calf not afraid of the tiger. Where was the Sea of Consciousness a place to be trifled with?

"I will ask you one last time: will you accept the assessment?" Elder Wang lifted his gaze to look at the young man in white standing quietly below.

"This Junior is willing to accept the assessment." Ye Yisong bowed again.

"Good."

Elder Wang raised his right hand and pointed his index finger forward. There was no sound, only a white light, so faint it was almost transparent, shot out from his index finger, heading straight for Ye Yisong's forehead.

When the white light touched Ye Yisong's forehead, he only felt an invisible, immense force rampaging through his mind, like a wanderer unable to find home, roaming all over Ye Yisong's body.

Surprisingly, it did not cause even the slightest harm to Ye Yisong's Physical Body. The Qi energy roamed for a few circles; from its original calmness, it became increasingly violent, as if it were about to explode inside his body.

Ye Yisong remembered what Elder Wang had said earlier—that this was a secret technique created specifically for Martial Artists to break through their Mental Energy. With some realization, he immediately circulated the Soul Splitting Art, condensing his own Sea of Consciousness into a round sphere, lying quietly deep in his mind.

The white light seemed like a wanderer that had found its home and immediately rushed toward the sphere, diving straight into it. But the next instant, the white light was bounced back by the sphere.

The white light was persistent. It was bounced away several times, yet it did not stop, consistently striking the Sea of Consciousness that Ye Yisong had condensed.

Perhaps the white light was irritated. It split into a hundred pieces, with over a hundred cold glints the size of needle tips simultaneously stabbing at Ye Yisong's Sea of Consciousness, yet they still did not shake Ye Yisong in the slightest.

The white light continued to divide until tens of thousands of needle tips, like raindrops, struck Ye Yisong's Sea of Consciousness. Finally, they broke through the sphere that Ye Yisong had condensed. The sphere erupted with blinding light, developing tens of thousands of holes.

Only Ye Yisong knew how dangerous his current situation was; a slight carelessness could result in death.

The white light turned into needle tips; even with such a large quantity, its power did not diminish in the slightest. Ye Yisong could resist the attacks of hundreds or thousands of needle tips, but he could not withstand the violent assault of tens of thousands.

The energy of the white light seemed endless. Even after turning into tens of thousands of needle tips, it seemed to have strength left to continue dividing. This was the truly terrifying aspect of this white light.

"Condense for me!" Ye Yisong shouted softly, mobilizing tens of thousands of mental fragments to fuse back into one, but the speed was extremely slow.

Half an hour passed, and he had only managed to fuse a few hundred fragments.

In the face of tens of thousands of fragments, the palm-sized piece that had successfully fused was truly too small.

What was worse, Ye Yisong's brain felt heavier and heavier, as if the next moment he would fall into a deep sleep from which he might never wake.

Just as Ye Yisong was in despair, those white lights that had turned into needle tips emerged from some unknown corner, startling Ye Yisong.

Again? Would they not let him live!

But Ye Yisong had thought wrong. The needle tips appearing this time were not to split the fragments of his Sea of Consciousness, but rather to actively help Ye Yisong stitch the fragments together, at a startling speed.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, ninety percent of the fragments had been stitched together. Adding the ones Ye Yisong had actively guided and fused himself, only two large spheres remained out of the tens of thousands of fragments.

One was stitched together by the needle tips, and the other was fused by Ye Yisong himself; the sizes of the large pieces differed quite a bit.

When the needle tips tried to stitch the small fragment Ye Yisong had fused into the large sphere, it failed.

It used all its strength, but it could not drag the small fragment. Finally, it turned into specks of starlight, scattered in Ye Yisong's Sea of Consciousness, and disappeared.

Damn it!

No way, I shouldn't have actively fused the fragments. What do I do now?

Ye Yisong was dumbfounded. Was there such an operation?

Never mind. If I drag this out any longer, a major problem will surely occur.

Ye Yisong actively guided the small fragment, moving it closer to the large sphere bit by bit, and forcibly stuffed the small fragment into the large one.

"Pfft." Ye Yisong looked completely listless, blood flowing from his seven orifices. His body swayed, and he nearly fell to the ground, but luckily Ancestor Ye Rongming supported him in time.