Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor

Chapter 591 - 83: Here Comes the Wife-Chaser

Yun Sheng and the others were aboard an airship that was the pride and joy of the Second Elder; he had even imbued it with three layers of defensive magic arrays nearby.

Yun Sheng had never been to the Heavenly Prison, but the defensive capabilities of this airship were definitely comparable to the Heavenly Prisons of the Five Great Countries.

It was not easy for those inside to leave, and it was even harder for outsiders to break in, let alone the fact that the airship had now entered a high-speed flight phase, positioned at an altitude of ten thousand meters, where the air was thin, and any flying magical beast below Sixth Rank simply couldn’t fly in this area. Could it be that the airship had encountered some extremely formidable demon beast?

"Yun Sheng, it’s not good," Donghuang Lingling hurriedly ran in.

Yun Sheng quickly ran out of the cabin.

The other trainees who were resting inside their cabins also ran out one after another.

The deck was already full of people.

Yun Sheng squeezed through the crowd to the rear, while at the very front stood the Second Elder, his face filled with rage.

Looking outside the airship, Yun Sheng immediately realized what had happened.

"Elder Helian, we truly have fate on our side, to be able to encounter each other like this!" The speaker was a middle-aged man, roughly in his forties, with a square jaw and an imposing appearance.

Behind Elder Yu, there followed a dozen or so young martial artists. There were both men and women among the young martial artists, each one looking dashing and valiant, with Fighting Energy Wings on their backs that were quite eye-catching.

Looking at their dress, it was clear they were from another faction within the Mainland Elite Camp, the warriors of the Martial Artist Elite Camp.

This time, the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp also had several trainees on the verge of breakthrough, so their Third Elder, Yu Pojun, personally led the team to the Sky Wings Arena.

However, unlike the Mainland Magic Elite Camp, Yu Pojun’s team did not travel by skyship, which wasn’t to say that Elder Yu was poorer than Elder Helian and couldn’t afford a decent airship.

Instead, in fact, Elder Yu had forgone the comfortable airship journey to train the trainees of the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp, choosing to fly to the Sky Wings Arena instead.

During the more than ten days of flight, Yu Pojun demanded that all team members fly the entire way, with only one hour’s rest in the middle, and for the rest of the time, they were to travel day and night.

Whether by design or not, Yu Pojun’s team just happened to converge and encounter the Second Elder’s airship.

Although Elder Helian was already cursing inside, looking at the tidy ranks of warriors behind Elder Yu, he couldn’t help but feel shocked.

It is said that the training in Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp is rigorous, and seeing it today, it is indeed the case.

Flying at high altitudes for more than ten days seems easy, but in actuality, it is fraught with difficulties.

Not to mention the constant exposure to wind and sun along the way, the high-altitude flight, especially at an altitude of ten thousand meters, is met with fierce Gang Winds capable of tearing a wild ox to shreds.

Added to the challenges of traveling day and night and the possibility of encountering fierce flying magical beasts, these difficulties are enough to make anyone think twice.

Elder Helian did not dare to let his own team members fly like this. Martial artists, unlike mages, can grow Fighting Spirit Wings and fly through the air once they reach the Martial Arts Sect rank. Does this mean that all the members of the opposing team this time are experts above Martial Arts Sect rank?

Elder Helian couldn’t help but look towards those behind Elder Yu.

Aboard the magic airship, the other team members also looked at Elder Helian’s warriors with hostility.

These young martial artists were exceptional in their skills, maintaining their composure in the high skies, with a firm look in their eyes.

In the group, one individual, in particular, drew everyone’s attention.

There are some people who can attract all eyes in a crowd of thousands at a single glance.

On the Magic Airship, whenever a female Mage laid her eyes on that man, they couldn’t help but light up.

Especially Chen Lianlian, when she saw Ye Beiming, her gaze took on a frantic intensity.

Today, Ye Beiming was clad in a martial artist’s black robe, with the high-altitude Gang Wind blustering his clothes and making them flutter loudly, his black hair and sculpted features were startlingly arresting.

He was merely standing there quietly, yet he emanated a divine presence that seemed unshakeable.

Yun Sheng caught sight of Ye Beiming in the crowd at a glance, and when she saw him, her mind suddenly conjured up the day he was in the tree, hitting himself... and...

Her lips tingled involuntarily, and thinking of that moment made Yun Sheng’s face turn red.

Ye Beiming’s gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Yun Sheng.

When their eyes collided, it was as if sparks were flying, igniting a scorching heat.

With just a gaze, Yun Sheng felt as though she could be completely devoured.

Yun Sheng hurriedly turned her head away; deep down she still harbored some anger towards Ye Beiming, and her current demeanor seemed somewhat petulant.

But as Yun Sheng looked away, Ye Beiming’s relentless phoenix eyes clung to her unwaveringly.

What the elders said, and the gazes of those around him, he regarded as if they were nothing.

The other martial artists accompanying them, including Elder Yu, started to sense that something was amiss.

Within the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp, Ye Beiming holds a unique existence.

His talent is unquestionable, truly astonishing. He could grasp any combat skill just by learning it once.

But the youngster was innately lazy, or rather indifferent, regardless of his fellow trainees or his mentors, including the Great Elder of the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp, he just didn’t seem to care.

As for his cultivation level, it was unfathomably profound, always hovering between Martial Arts Sect and Martial Saint, but he just refused to break through to the Martial Saint domain.

As soon as he finished his regular training, he would disappear without a trace, either sleeping up in a tree or idly drinking in a tavern.

His behavior was obviously quite out of step with the style of the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp. Think about it, others would train exhaustively and still not master a single combat skill, he not only learned it quickly but also indulged in laziness.

Besides, he was exceedingly popular with the female trainees (this was the most infuriating part); wherever he went, he could always draw a crowd of shrieking girls and their adoring gazes.

Over time, some of the camp’s older trainees, especially a few who were fellow disciples of the Great Elder, could not tolerate it anymore. After conspiring, they decided to ’teach’ Ye Beiming a lesson.

However, the outcome of the encirclement was such that Ye Beiming still stood with his handsome face intact, exuding his lazy and cool charm.

The few Martial Saint Level senior brothers ended up with all their limbs broken, wrapped up like mummies, and had to lie in bed for a good half a month.

Since then, Ye Beiming has become a taboo in the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp, with no one daring to provoke him.

His mentor, the Great Elder Gui Yu of the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp, would tentatively test his disciple every day, "Beiming, are you about to break through to Martial Saint level?"

Ye Beiming would always respond with one phrase: "Not interested."

Even to his own mentor, Ye Beiming didn’t seem to give much regard.

You get the idea, he’s saying he’s not interested in breaking through to become a Martial Saint, not that he can’t.