Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272: Overlooked! (Second Update) The Youlan Sect Holy Son struggled continuously, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. The rope tied to him was as unbreakable as the Immortal Binding Rope, impossible to escape. “Young Master, why not kill him?” Qin Feng and Purple Gold Rat couldn’t understand why Ye Qiu wanted to bring the Youlan Sect Holy Son back to Moonwatch Peak. This guy wanted to retaliate against Ye Qiu before, it would be better to kill him, right? Could it be that their Young Master has become merciful? Ye Qiu gave a mysterious smile. He didn’t kill for a reason. After giving a mysterious smile, Ye Qiu took out several Crystal Stones and began to arrange a formation. After hitting many formation techniques into it, the formation was activated, raising a layer of special energy. Ye Qiu threw the Youlan Sect Holy Son in, clapped his hands, and said, “Mission accomplished.” Seeing this, the two of them finally understood and couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Youlan Sect Holy Son — he was being used by Ye Qiu as a sparring partner. “What kind of look is that you guys are giving?” Ye Qiu asked when he saw Qin Feng and Purple Gold Rat looking at him with strange eyes. “I’m practicing waste utilization—no, it should be rational utilization of the Holy Son. You must know, now that our Martial Artists’ Guild has just been established, there are many tasks and many rewards needed. Just relying on pills isn’t enough, so I specially launched this reward using the Holy Son as a practice partner. Surely many people will want to spar with the Holy Son.” “Young Master, what you’ve done is truly brilliant.” Qin Feng gave a thumbs up, admiring Ye Qiu wholeheartedly. But it was Purple Gold Rat who said something that nearly infuriated Ye Qiu: “Young Master, don’t you think what you’re doing is a bit too unscrupulous?” Ye Qiu had a black line on his forehead; this grave-digging aficionado still had the nerve to call him unscrupulous. “Hey, Young Master, a gentleman uses his mouth and not his hands!” “Don’t run, let me loosen up your muscles and bones.” The news of Youlan Sect Holy Son being defeated by Ye Qiu quickly spread, shocking quite a few people. “This native is really formidable, even managing to defeat the Youlan Sect Holy Son. He’s not an ordinary figure,” someone sighed. “Yes, I underestimated him too, didn’t expect a native to be so powerful.” “Don’t overrate him. The Youlan Sect Holy Son is ranked last among all Holy Sons. It’s nothing to brag about for a native to defeat him.” “Regardless, a Holy Son of the Youlan Sect was defeated by a native. Doesn’t that boost his prestige? Isn’t there anyone to step up and curb his arrogance?” Someone complained. “Right now, it’s just us worrying. None of the powerful Holy Sons are even paying attention to this guy.” A few sealers gathered together, discussing Ye Qiu. Their strength wasn’t as strong as a Holy Son, and they were originally some idle individuals in the past but had sealed themselves through special opportunities and slept until now. “Have you heard? Recently, a Martial Artists’ Guild appeared, issuing some tasks that can be exchanged for pills, cultivation techniques, and so on.” “Really? There’s such a thing?” someone exclaimed. “But this Martial Artists’ Guild seems to have enmity with us, with many tasks aimed at us. I wonder if Ye Qiu has any involvement in it.” “If this Martial Artists’ Guild was created by him, it certainly wouldn’t be good for us.” “You’re too naive. What Martial Artists’ Guild uses pills as rewards? Cultivation techniques aside, they’re just dime-a-dozen techniques of little help to us. As for pills? That’s even more laughable. Do you think there are still Alchemists on Earth today?” Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. Indeed, pills are not like cabbages available everywhere. They require Alchemists to concoct, and not every Alchemist can create pills. “So, this Martial Artists’ Guild is just a joke.” “Haha, a bunch of natives, what kind of trick can they pull off? We should think about how to get to the top of Mount Tai instead.” The topic shifted back to the true purpose of their awakening. Find the newest release on ⓝovelFire.net The reward of placing the Youlan Sect Holy Son and the Mother Mountain Holy Son in the formation as sparring partners hadn’t been made public yet. Ye Qiu wanted to avoid drawing too much attention from other Holy Sons, so he intended to take it slowly. However, Ye Qiu allowed Qin Feng, Jin Shanshun, and others to experience the reward first. Jin Shanshun was the first to try it, facing off against the slightly weaker Youlan Sect Holy Son, and almost got himself killed. Fortunately, Ye Qiu intervened quickly, pulling him out of the formation; otherwise, he would have died in there. Jin Shanshun had a look of lingering fear; it was truly dangerous just now. Ye Qiu decided to find a way to seal some of the Holy Son’s power. Otherwise, anyone wanting to spar with him would be knocked out before getting a chance, which would be too unjust. In Ye Qiu’s mind, there was a method to seal power. He recalled a certain pill that, when ingested, would limit the use of power. Ye Qiu spent a few days studying the pill to seal power. The Martial Artists’ Guild had sprung up and was nearing completion. After all, it wasn’t building a skyscraper, just a modest two-story ancient-style building, so it didn’t take much time. The Martial Artists’ Guild began setting up branches across the country. Apart from the power of the Iron Triangle family, the Dragon Group also joined in, often helping to resolve some difficulties. Regarding Ye Qiu’s creation of the Martial Artists’ Guild, the Old Pervert lent all his support and assistance. Because he believed that once Ye Qiu’s Martial Artists’ Guild took shape, it would be stronger than the Dragon Group, with unimaginable power. Gathering masters from around the world, what kind of power would that be? The Old Pervert felt his mouth dry in anticipation of this day coming sooner. On Moonwatch Peak, the Youlan Sect Holy Son and Mother Mountain Holy Son had been tormented these past few days. A little girl would occasionally appear in the formation, and without a word, would directly start a fight, giving the two Holy Sons quite a headache. They even began to question who the real Holy Son was. How could a little girl’s prowess be more formidable than their own as true Holy Sons? The little girl was naturally the Beast God. Though she didn’t want to get involved in disputes with the sealers, seeing that the two Holy Sons weren’t weak, she couldn’t help but feel her hands itch and stepped in a few times. “Beast God, consuming my sparring partners’ energy requires Contribution Value,” Ye Qiu said. “Hmph.” The Beast God raised an eyebrow and lifted her head arrogantly, “Fighting with me is their honor, never mind Contribution Value.” Although she said that, the Beast God still found Ye Qiu’s Martial Artists’ Guild rather interesting. “By the way, here’s a suggestion: This Holy Son’s strength isn’t weak and makes a good sparring partner. But don’t forget, you’re not the only one who knows formations; next time, if you capture a Holy Son, don’t find yourself capsized.” The Beast God finished her words, walked gracefully, and leapt into the void, disappearing instantly. Left standing there, Ye Qiu rubbed his chin. That suggestion had almost slipped his mind.