Haha, I've finally reached the rank of Human-level Warrior. Now I want to see the look on that shameless Wu Yaolin's face when he finds out this young master is a Human-level Warrior.

Haha, just thinking about it makes me look forward to it!

Just as Ye Yiming was lost in his thoughts, the system once again sounded a prompt.

"System Prompt: Congratulations to the host for advancing to Human-level, meeting the conditions to unlock cultivation progress. Cultivation progress unlocked. Current cultivation progress value is 0."

Cultivation progress? What's that? Ye Yiming was puzzled by the system's prompt.

After inspecting the attributes interface for a while, Ye Yiming understood what cultivation progress was—it was similar to proficiency. For example, Ye Yiming's current cultivation level as a Human-level Warrior had a maximum cultivation progress of 100,000 and a minimum of 0. When his cultivation progress reached 100,000, he would advance to Earth-level.

The progression was as follows: Novice Warrior at 10 points, Intermediate Warrior at 100 points, Advanced Warrior at 1,000 points, Human-level Warrior at 10,000 points, Earth-level Warrior at 100,000 points, Heavenly-level Warrior at 1,000,000 points.

In essence, this progression level was similar to skill proficiency, but described differently.

Ye Yiming briefly checked the other attributes. Unfortunately, although the Immortal Spirit Ring had advanced to Human-level, its storage space had only expanded to three meters in dimensions. It now accumulated 50 cultivation points daily, with 5 points each for martial arts and skill proficiency.

As for the most anticipated skill binding function, there was still no change. Ye Yiming had already given up unrealistic hopes. Having one such heaven-defying function was already quite good; he should be satisfied with that!

Ye Yiming reviewed his attributes and then spent some cultivation points to slightly enhance his martial arts skills:

Host: Ye Yiming

Cultivation Level: Human-level Warrior

Comprehension: 3

Spirit Roots: None

Martial Arts: Intermediate Ten Thousand Laws Technique (0/1000); Intermediate Bloodthirs

Equipment: Immortal Spirit Ring

Items: None

Skills: Advanced Absorption Technique (0/10000); Intermediate Detection Technique (27/1000); Advanced Alchemy Technique (Bound) (210/10000); Blood God Possession (Innate Divine Ability)

Skill Points: 5 points

Cultivation Points: 1853 points

Storage Slots: 2/10

The upgrades to these martial arts skills didn't bring significant changes, but Ye Yiming was pleasantly surprised by Advanced Absorption Technique and Intermediate Detection Technique.

Advanced Absorption Technique (0/10000): Can absorb 1 cultivation point per minute. Each additional point of comprehension increases absorption speed by 1 point. (Note: To increase proficiency, Advanced Absorption Technique requires absorbing 100 cultivation points per point.)

Intermediate Detection Technique (27/1000): Can detect objects with less than 1,000,000 cultivation points and partially perceive attributes of opponents not more than three levels higher.

There's no need to elaborate on Absorption Technique; however, seeing Advanced Absorption Technique, which can absorb 1 cultivation point per minute, combined with his 3 points of comprehension, Ye Yiming could absorb 5,760 cultivation points in a day. This pleasantly surprised Ye Yiming, as he needed 100,000 cultivation points to advance to Earth-level, and relying solely on sporadic alchemy concoctions wasn't feasible!

Although each proficiency point in Advanced Absorption Technique required absorbing 100 cultivation points, overall, Ye Yiming was quite satisfied.

Ye Yiming was particularly satisfied with the Intermediate Detection Technique, especially with its ability to detect stronger opponents. Reviewing these attributes, Ye Yiming grew even more eager for tomorrow's challenge. He couldn't wait to confront Wu Yaolin and give him a thorough beating.

...

The next day, the atmosphere in the capital was unusually lively because it was the day of the decisive battle between the grandson of the Duke of Wu's House and the third son of the Prime Minister's House. Naturally, this event drew a massive crowd early in the morning to the martial arts arena north of the city.

It wasn't surprising that the people of the capital were so enthusiastic. The fame of the two contenders was immense. One was the grandson of the Duke of Wu, and the other, equally noble, was the grandson of the Prime Minister, both being part of the Four Young Masters of the capital.

Most importantly, the betting stakes for today's showdown at the gambling hall of the He Family had reached historically high odds under Wang Weilong's efforts. Betting on Wu Yaolin still had odds of ten to one, but betting on Ye Yiming had skyrocketed to one hundred and fifty to one.

Most of the people present were there for these odds, and naturally, most were betting on Wu Yaolin to win. Those few who bet on Ye Yiming were either very few or simply hopeful for an upset.

It was said that the He Family gambling hall had declared that they would accept any amount of bet placed, regardless of size. This led to the total amount of money involved in the betting within less than three days exceeding fifty million taels of gold, making it the largest betting event in history. Among this amount, it was estimated that one in five thousand had bet on Ye Yiming to win.

Wu Yaolin was eagerly anticipating today's battle because Wang Weilong had already indicated that Ye Yiming would come. So, early in the morning, Wu Yaolin rushed to the martial arts arena because he couldn't wait to beat Ye Yiming thoroughly.

When Wu Yaolin arrived at the arena and saw the massive crowd surrounding it, he imagined the satisfaction of humiliating Ye Yiming in front of so many people. This thought filled him with excitement. His eyes were fixed intently on the entrance opposite the arena, where the Duke of Wu's House was located.

Half an hour passed, but Ye Yiming had not yet arrived. Looking at the sea of people, Wu Yaolin smirked, thinking to himself, "Hmph, is Ye Yiming afraid?"

An hour passed, and still no sign of Ye Yiming. Wu Yaolin frowned, imagining in his mind how he would punish Ye Yiming a hundred and eighty times over. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure.

"Hmph, trying to provoke me deliberately? Ye Yiming, your tricks are too childish."

Another half hour passed, and Ye Yiming still hadn't shown up. The crowd began to murmur. Wu Yaolin looked at the restless crowd and started to feel irritated himself.

"Wu San Gongzi, it's almost noon now. It seems Ye Yiming is afraid and won't show up," said He Decai, his face flushed with anger and sweat pouring down his forehead uncontrollably, making it impossible for him to wipe it away in time.

It was now midsummer, and while the weather had been somewhat bearable earlier, the sun was now almost directly overhead. Combined with the large crowd, it was becoming uncomfortably hot.

Wu Yaolin took a cup of watermelon juice handed to him by a servant, drank it in one gulp, then slammed the cup to the ground with a loud crash, shattering it into pieces.

"Ye Yiming has already said he will come. If he doesn't show up," Wu Yaolin declared, "even as the grandson of the Duke of Wu, he won't be able to withstand the anger of these people!"

Wu Yaolin was not wrong. The people around the martial arts arena were already voicing their frustrations with the weather. If Ye Yiming really didn't show up, he would have offended many people.

Never underestimate the power of the masses!

Just when Wu Yaolin was becoming extremely impatient, he suddenly heard shouts coming from the opposite direction.

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"He's here! He's here! He's here!"

"Oh, it's the Duke's grandson!"

"The Duke's grandson is here!"

...

Upon hearing the first shout, Wu Yaolin immediately turned to look. There, Ye Yiming appeared in a white robe, holding a white fan, smiling politely as he walked and nodded to the crowd, eliciting cheers from the onlookers.

Wu Yaolin had initially been relieved to see Ye Yiming finally arrive, but now, seeing how warmly the crowd embraced Ye Yiming, jealousy and hatred welled up within him.

How could this useless person be so popular? These cheers were supposed to be mine! Yet this shameless Ye Yiming stole them away. Damn it! He fools people into thinking he's a courteous gentleman when he's just a playboy. Despicable!

The more Wu Yaolin thought about it, the more infuriated he became and the more he hated Ye Yiming. Unable to contain himself any longer, he leapt onto the stage.

"Ye Yiming, I've been waiting for you for so long. I thought you were too scared to come! Didn't expect you had some guts. Since you're here, let's get started! Don't make everyone wait any longer," Wu Yaolin said, chuckling bitterly.

"Ha...!" Faced with Wu Yaolin's mockery, Ye Yiming yawned unapologetically. "Sorry, I overslept because I was so tired last night!"

"Boom!" As soon as Ye Yiming finished speaking, laughter erupted from the crowd.

"You... how dare you mock me like this?" Wu Yaolin was utterly enraged, unable to suppress his fury any longer. He glared fiercely at Ye Yiming, already imagining a thousand ways to torture him.

Helplessly watching the suddenly furious Wu Yaolin, Ye Yiming shook his head in disbelief.

Goodness! I was telling the truth! I was truly exhausted last night from refining pills to gather 'betting funds.' I barely got any sleep. Why is it that in this world, people are more likely to believe lies than the truth?

However, on second thought, recalling the moment when I confidently placed that one million taels of gold bet at the He Family gambling hall, the look on the face of the person collecting the bets was truly priceless!

Thinking about this, Ye Yiming couldn't help but smile. But this smile happened to be seen by Wu Yaolin, who interpreted it as mockery. This further fueled Wu Yaolin's anger.

"You're despicable, Ye Yiming! Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson and make you understand what pain truly means!"

Watching Wu Yaolin suddenly lose control, Ye Yiming was momentarily stunned.

What's wrong with him? Forgot to take his medicine? I didn't even cuckold him. Is there any reason for him to hate me this much?

"Hey, hey, why is this shameless guy so angry? Oh no, why is Wu Yaolin so mad?"

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For Ye Yiming, he was particularly satisfied with the Intermediate Detection Technique, especially with its added function to probe stronger opponents. Looking at these attributes, Ye Yiming became even more eager for tomorrow's challenge, as he was now somewhat impatient and wanted to thoroughly teach Wu Yaolin a lesson.

...

The next day, the capital city was exceptionally lively because it was the day of the decisive battle between the Duke of Xiao's Manor, representing the Duke of Wu, and the Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Manor. Naturally, this event was extraordinary. Early in the morning, the martial arts arena in the northern part of the city was already packed with people.

It was no wonder that the people of the capital were so enthusiastic; blame it on the loud fame of the two sides in this decisive battle. One was the grandson of the Duke of Wu, and the other was no less, being the noble grandson of the Prime Minister. Moreover, both were among the Four Young Masters of the capital.

Most importantly, the betting on today's decisive battle at the He Family Gambling House, under the efforts of Wang Weilong, had broken the record for the highest odds in history. Betting on Wu Yaolin still remained at ten to one, but betting on Ye Yiming had soared to one hundred and fifty to one.

Most of the people present were there for these odds. Of course, most bet on Wu Yaolin to win; those betting on Ye Yiming were few and far between. Among those selling bets on Ye Yiming's victory, many had either made a mistake or were just hoping for a slim chance.

It was said that the He Family Gambling House had announced that they would accept bets of any size, regardless of how large. This directly resulted in the amount involved in this betting event in less than three days surpassing fifty million taels of gold, making it the largest betting event in history. Of course, within this fifty million, it was estimated that one in five thousand had bet on Ye Yiming's victory.

Wu Yaolin was looking forward to today's decisive battle because Wang Weilong had already said that Ye Yiming would come. So early in the morning, Wu Yaolin eagerly rushed to the martial arts arena because he couldn't wait to give Ye Yiming a severe beating.

When Wu Yaolin arrived at the martial arts arena and saw the crowd surrounding it, he thought about how he could humiliate Ye Yiming thoroughly in front of so many people. This thought made Wu Yaolin excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. His eyes were fixed on the entrance opposite the martial arts arena, where the Duke of Xiao's Manor was located.

Half an hour passed, but Ye Yiming still hadn't arrived. Wu Yaolin glanced at the crowded arena, sneered, and thought to himself: Hmph, Ye Yiming, are you scared?

An hour passed, and still, Ye Yiming hadn't shown up. Wu Yaolin furrowed his brows. After imagining himself torturing Ye Yiming hundreds of times, Wu Yaolin took a deep breath and calmed down.

Hmph, trying to provoke me on purpose? Ye Yiming, your tricks are too childish.

Another half hour passed, but Ye Yiming still hadn't appeared. People in the crowd began to talk. Wu Yaolin looked at the restless crowd and started to feel annoyed himself.

"Wu San Young Master, it's almost noon. It seems that Ye Yiming is afraid and won't come at all," said He Decai, his face full of anger and sweat dripping down his forehead uncontrollably.

Now it was the height of summer, and although the weather had been tolerable earlier, the sun was now approaching its zenith, and with so many people around, it was becoming unbearably hot.

Wu Yaolin took a cup of watermelon juice from his servant, drank it all in one go, and then slammed the cup hard onto the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"Ye Yiming has said he would come. If he doesn't, even as the grandson of the Duke of Wu, he won't be able to withstand the anger of these people!" Wu Yaolin declared.

Wu Yaolin wasn't wrong. The people around the martial arts arena were already voicing their discontent due to the weather. If Ye Yiming really didn't show up, he would offend many more people.

Never underestimate the power of the masses!

Just when Wu Yaolin was becoming impatient, he suddenly heard shouts coming from the opposite side of the arena, and these shouts grew louder and louder.

"He's here! He's here! He's here!"

"Oh, it's the Duke of Xiao's grandson!"

"The Duke of Xiao's grandson is here!"

"The Duke of Xiao's grandson is here!"

...

Upon hearing the first shout, Wu Yaolin immediately turned his head and saw Ye Yiming dressed in white, holding a white fan, smiling elegantly as he walked. He nodded to the crowd around him, eliciting cheers.

Wu Yaolin had initially felt relieved when Ye Yiming finally arrived, but seeing how the crowd now embraced Ye Yiming made Wu Yaolin jealous and intensified his hatred towards Ye Yiming.

How could this useless guy be so popular? These cheers were supposed to be mine, Wu Yaolin thought. But now this shameless Ye Yiming has stolen them. Damn it! Ye Yiming always fools people. Clearly, he's just a spoiled brat, but now he's pretending to be an elegant and courteous young gentleman. It's infuriating!

The more Wu Yaolin thought about it, the more angry and resentful he became towards Ye Yiming. Eventually, he couldn't contain himself and leaped onto the platform.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ye Yiming. I thought you were too scared to come! But it seems you've got some guts since you're here. Hurry up and come on! Don't make everyone wait any longer," Wu Yaolin said, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, glaring coldly at Ye Yiming.

Seeing the self-satisfied Wu Yaolin on the martial arts platform, Ye Yiming could only smile helplessly, thinking one word to himself.

Foolish!

Ignoring Wu Yaolin's words, Ye Yiming calmly walked towards the platform. Wherever he passed, the crowd willingly made way for him, which only further fueled Wu Yaolin's anger. He looked at Ye Yiming as though Ye Yiming had wronged him deeply.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Ye Yiming arrived at the platform and stood opposite Wu Yaolin.

Wu Yaolin glanced at Ye Yiming and sneered, mocking, "Why did you take so long? Are you scared? Afraid to come?"

"Haha!" faced with Wu Yaolin's mockery, Ye Yiming didn't mind at all. Instead, he yawned deeply and replied, "Sorry, I overslept last night. I was too tired!"

"Boom!" As soon as Ye Yiming finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter.

"You, you dare to mock me like this?" Wu Yaolin was completely enraged. He couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and all the hatred he had for Ye Yiming burst forth. He glared fiercely at Ye Yiming, already imagining various ways to torture him.

Ye Yiming helplessly glanced at the extremely agitated Wu Yaolin and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Goodness! I was telling the truth! Last night, I was refining pills all night to raise the 'betting capital.' I barely closed my eyes for a short nap. I'm really tired!

Why are there always these kinds of jerks in the world? Tell the truth, and they don't believe you. Tell a lie, and they think you're telling the truth?

But come to think of it, the moment when I boldly slapped that million taels of gold note at the He Family Gambling House and saw the face of the person collecting the bets was truly thrilling!

Thinking of this, Ye Yiming couldn't help but smile. But this smile happened to be seen by Wu Yaolin, who thought Ye Yiming was mocking him, further enraging Wu Yaolin.

"Ye Yiming, you're despicable! Today, I will definitely teach you a good lesson and let you thoroughly understand the meaning of suffering!"

Seeing Wu Yaolin suddenly lose control, Ye Yiming was momentarily stunned.

What's wrong with him? Did he forget to take his medicine? I didn't cuckold him, so why does he hate me so much?

"Hey, hey, why is this shameless guy so angry? Oh no, why is Wu Yaolin so mad?" Ye Yiming muttered to himself, puzzled by Wu Yaolin's sudden outburst.

"Hmph!Now you want to beg for mercy? Too late!"

What? Beg for mercy? This young master wants to beg for mercy?

Your brain must be filled with water!Ye Yiming had been kind time and time again, but this shameless person only became more and more arrogant.

Ye Yiming was furious."Ha! Beg for mercy? A waste like you wants me to beg for mercy? Are you stupid?"

"You..." Wu Yaolin was about to say something, but Ye Yiming interrupted him loudly.Ye Yiming looked at Wu Yaolin calmly and shouted word by word:"To defeat you, this young master only needs one move!"