Chapter 43 – Rain (1/2)

Chapter 43 – Rain

“I am the Ye Patriarch. Greetings Master Yi!” Ye Zheng Qing slowly walked towards their savior, and gave the traditional two hand greeting, palm against fist, as he spoke nervously.

“Hey!” Master Yi’s face was emotionless. He stopped walking to nod at Ye Zheng Qing, who was flattered by the small acknowledgment from the fabled figure.

Even though the exchange was brief, Ye Zheng Qing was really proud of the fact that the Runemaster responded because Master Yi ignored the three leaders of the Du camp when they greeted him. When his status and more importantly his cultivation was pretty far behind them, only at three star condensed prime stage, he still gave Ye Zheng Qing face.

“Master Yi…” Ye Zheng Qing looked at the Runemaster’s back. He was excited but shortly after, he frowned in confusion when he realized Master Yi was only nice to him because he was related to Ye Wei. Who told the family he did not make it through the entrance exam? ‘If that was the case why is he here!?’

The Ye Patriarch stood still both grateful for and confused by Master Yi’s intervention. He just hoped it was not too late for Ye Wei and the youngsters. If not then this experience will strengthen them more than it would scar them.

“Ye Wei!” Lin Zi Yan nervously ran out of the runicle once the situation was stabilized by Master Yi. Her ink black pupils became bright purple the moment he saw Ye Wei’s damaged body in the middle of fallen Ye youngsters.

An invisible wave of energy was emitted by her as her eyes turned purple, it swept the arena like a breeze. The tulip on her robe was flowing in the wind and the air around her began to freeze.

“Girl!” Master Yi felt the fall in temperature. His face twitched, and he turned around to Lin Zi Yan. It was apparent that he was concerned about what she might do when he saw the color of her pupils.

“Ye Wei is fine!” Master Yi shouted anxiously, desperately trying to calm Lin Zi Yan’s anger. He knew what she was capable of doing in a frenzy. She was just a Warrior, but she was one from that family. Justice is one thing, but a massacre is another matter entirely. Master Yi ran over to Zi Yan then held her by his side, calming her down. Her eyes gradually returned to their normal state; she was reassured but still breathed a bit quicker than normal.

Master Yi then scanned around himself, assessing the injuries the Ye camp sustained. Most of the youngsters were critically injured by Du Yuan Ming and were in need of immediate medical attention.

‘Oh Ye Wei, you reckless child!’ Master Yi looked at Ye Wei, who though covered in blood and unconscious, was still on his feet. His eyes were still glimmering. ‘Stubborn and strong willed, this one will go far if he stays out of trouble!’ He was glad he made it in time. He was very close to having a big regret that would have haunted him for the rest of his life.

Wasting no more time, Master Yi with a grave look on his face rapidly drew a sequence of three hundred and sixty-six runes with both of his hands, and immediately injected his dense Qi into them.

Master Yi’s Qi circulated through the sequence and shook the runes. The illuminating runes then transformed into a large cloud of green fog that shrouded the Ye camp.

The cloud condensed into drops of green rain which nourished the injured youngsters. The visible wounds were quickly healing at an abnormal speed under the moisturization of the glowing raindrops.

Forbidden level Myst stance, Green Mizzle.

Du Yuan Ming, Zhou Wu, and Dong Ho were all able to identify this stance; they were all shocked and envious.