HELP! These Girls Wants To Kill Me

The moment Yang Ze finished speaking, he simply raised his hand, and with it, the world around him seemed to slow down.

Unlike before, where he used both his mental and internal energy, this time he was going to use only his mental energy.

He knew his current mental energy was nowhere near his internal energy in quantity and quality, and that was exactly why he intended to use it.

He didn't know just how big the storm using his internal energy would be; in that case, the safest bet was to use his mental energy.

Making up his mind, Yang Ze slowly raised his right hand in the air with his left hand still holding the spiritwing, which he had taken out of the box.

Then, without any hesitation, he gently waved his right hand, using his newly gained skill, Tempest Call.

In that instant, Yang Ze felt a wonderful connection with the world. Unlike before, he felt like he could control the amount of mental energy that he wanted to use and the direction, as well as the intensity of the storm.

"Success." Feeling the changes, Yang Ze almost jumped up in joy. With this new discovery, the future potential of this skill would be off the charts. He no longer has to be worried about unleashing an uncontrollable storm that would wipe out everything.

Controlling the surging excitement in his heart, he focused on using his mental energy to slowly control and shape the storm.

And while Yang Ze was busy trying to condense the storm, up in the air, just a few dozen meters above, the figure of Lin Meilin was leisurely floating while looking at the boy underneath him.

Although she told Yang Ze that she was going back, she, of course, wouldn't waste her time in that stupid Trade Zone. Her entire purpose of this journey was to see Yang Ze. To know more about him and see how his mind works. Of course, she wasn't going to leave him alone. She wanted to see just exactly why he wanted that spiritgrass and this seemingly ordinary place.

Earlier, she was getting bored and almost fell asleep while following Yang Ze, who was just leisurely wandering around, taking his time to look at the scenery around him.

It wasn't until he reached the top of the cliff that she immediately paid attention to his every little action.

And when Yang Ze took out the small box, her eyes narrowed into slits. Although she didn't know what was in that box, her instinct told her it was something important.

And sure enough…

"Is that the spiritwing?" She couldnt help but narrow her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things right. When she went to the Sword Sect to 'kick out' her daughter Lin Yue from the family, she didn't see it.

But now…

"What in the hell…" How could Lin Meilin not know what the presence of spiritwing means? But at the same time, there was a conflicted emotion in her eyes as she gazed deeply at Yang Ze. She wanted to just head down and have a chat with him about the spiritwing and whether he knew about it or not, but in the end, reasoning won over impulse, and she held back.

"And what the hell is he trying to do?" Looking at him standing there with his eyes closed, Lin Meilin couldn't understand what he was trying to do. She looked at him, taking out the spiritwing from the box and placing it in his hands, and then waving his other hand in the air.

She wanted to see what this guy was going to do with this spiritwing and why he came to this place.

Yang Ze, who was completely unaware of the fact that Lin Meilin was watching his every move, was busy controlling the storm. At first, it was a bit difficult to control the storm and manifest it, but with every passing second, he grew more and more proficient in it. By the time five minutes passed, he had a feeling that he could already summon it.

"Let's do this." Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath and then, without any hesitation, used his mental energy while waving his hand.

At first, nothing happened.

The wind around him was blowing as usual, lifting off the corner of his robes and his hair. But with every passing second, the speed of the wind increased a bit.

Lin Meilin, who was in the air, felt it more clearly.

"Has this bastard gone crazy again?" Lin Meilin's first reaction was that Yang Ze had lost his mind.

Thinking about how that storm almost tore through the grassland, she immediately let out a displeased frown before raising her hand, ready to squash it any time.

"No, that's not right." After observing for less than a few minutes, she immediately found out that there was something wrong with this scenario. Compared to the last time, the winds were rather tame.

It didn't immediately turn into a raging storm, but gradually moved towards a more controllable and less destructive one.

"Interesting." Lin Meilin's hand, which was raised to squash it, lowered as she watched with interest. Earlier, she wasnt able to see how Yang Ze was able to do it, but now she had plenty of time and opportunity. She intently watched Yang Ze, hoping to see any clue. But other than noticing his decreasing Mental energy, there was nothing else.

"Second realm of Mystic Nether Art?" Lin Meilin's heart almost leapt out of her throat as she uttered those words, but she immediately shook her head again.

"No, that's not right." Lin Meilin knew better than anyone what stepping into the second realm of Mystic Nether Art meant. It was a realm that no one in the history of the Azure Dragon Continent managed to reach. Forget about the second realm; no one has even managed to condense more than thirty mortal objects, much less create the first ring and then step into the second realm.

And Yang Ze in front of her was no different. If he truly were in the second realm of Mystic Nether art, he wouldn't have needed to close his eyes and focus with such intensity. With just a wave of his hand, this entire cliff would have been torn into two.

Even the demonic beasts that he struggled against so much before… those demonic beasts would have disintegrated into oblivion.

"An innate skill?" This was the only plausible explanation that she could come up with. It has to be.

Holding her breath, Lin Meilin watched with great interest as the wind picked up and slowly began to gather in front of Yang Ze, making him the centre of the storm.

But compared to the last cyclone that almost destroyed the grassland, this one was countless times smaller… no bigger than a tree.

Yang Ze looked at the miniature cyclone that surrounded him before nodding in satisfaction. He could feel his mental energy reducing, but even with it, this cyclone was going to last for a good ten minutes or so.

Even though there wasn't any destructive power in this cyclone and the only thing it could blow away was dirt, dry leaves and twigs, it nevertheless was a natural storm.

"Let's see…" With a nervous heart, Yang Ze slowly raised his hand, letting the storm envelope the spiritwing as it began to float around, the cyclone taking it with itself.

But with Yang Ze's control, the spiritwing wasn't harmed in the slightest. On the contrary, it began to float safely around the cyclone, its body protected by a thick layer of wind, preventing anything from reaching near it.

For the next ten minutes, the Spiritwing kept on floating safely within the storm, while Yang Ze kept on infusing his mental energy.

Even when his mental energy was almost gone, he still held on, hoping to keep it afloat for just a little longer.

By the time it was the eleventh minute, Yang Ze was already sweating with his eyes red as he let out a low growl before finally cutting off the storm.

The moment he stopped inserting his mental energy, the cyclone seemed to have lost its support. With every passing second, it grew weaker and weaker before disintegrating into nothingness.

Yang Ze, who was panting, suddenly rushed forward and reached out to grab the spiritwing.

Only after making sure that it was still alive did he breathe in relief.

And then, without any hesitation, even with his almost depleted Mental energy, he looked at the spiritwing in his hand with his all-seeing eyes to check its evolving conditions.

Till now, the condition for spiritwing evolution was three steps.

[Must survive three natural storms, then eat the Feathergrass and moult on the cliffside where the wind never stops blowing.]

Now, looking at the evolution conditions again, this time there was finally a change.

Although everything remained the same, the condition of surviving three natural storms has reduced to surviving two natural storms.

"AHAHAHAHHAAHA" Looking at the updated information in front of him, Yang Ze couldn't help but let out a wild laughter. It was a success… He took a gamble, and it paid off. With this, he had basically fulfilled every single condition of the spiritwing evolution.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and sat down in meditation, slowly recovering his mental energy.

In the sky, Lin Meilin just watched him summon a storm, float his spiritwing around it and then laugh wildly. For a moment, even she was at a loss about what this brat was trying to accomplish.

"Let's see what exactly you are trying to do." Though a bit bored, she wasn't just going to give up and leave him alone here.

It took almost two hours for Yang Ze to recover.

"Phew… Again." Exhaling a mouthful of air, he stood up and then, under Lin Meilin's puzzled gaze, summoned another cyclone and repeated the same process.

After eleven minutes, he once again fell down in exhaustion and then looked at Spiritwing, whose requirements had changed from surviving two natural storms to one natural storm.

"Just one more." Even though he was dying of exhaustion, Yang Ze didn't give up. Looking at the starry sky above him, he didn't even realise when the night had fallen.

He simply closed his eyes and prepared for one last time.

After two more hours, he opened his eyes and then, without any hesitation, summoned the cyclone, this time his expression incomparably serious.

He then repeated the same process of letting Spiritwing float there safely for eleven minutes and then grabbed it gently.

After seeing the requirement to survive a natural storm has disappeared, he finally sighs in relief.

"Now then…" Without any hesitation, he took out the Feathergrass from his robe and placed it in front of Spiritwing.

The Feathergrass, as its name suggested, was a grass that looked like a feather from a small bird.

"Should I crush it?" Just when he was wondering what he should do with it, he saw the listless spiritwing suddenly twitching as if wanting to go near the Feathergrass.

Without any hesitation, Yang Ze immediately placed it on the feathergrass and watched quietly, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The spiritwing, which was about to die slowly, began to move and eat the feathergrass underneath it.

Although there weren't any immediate changes, Yang Ze could feel that it was slowly losing its vitality. But he knew it wasn't permanent. It was just a last dose of vitality that it needed before its moulting. It couldnt heal it, nor could it help the spiritwing recover.

"EH!?" Up in the air, Lin Meilin finally couldn't hold her surprise as she narrowed her eyes. She knew that Spiritwings were half-demonic beasts that didn't need any food or water to survive. These things could survive merely on air and sunlight.

For it to eat feathergrass… she couldn't help but feel like her understanding had been renewed.

With its speed, it took almost an hour for it to finish the feathergrass, and once it did, the spiritwing suddenly flew into the air, almost giving Yang Ze a fright.

Yang Ze was about to catch it again, afraid that something might happen to itm but halfway through, he stopped in his tracks and watched as the spiritwing slowly floated near the very end of the cliff and then landed upon a rock upside down.

And just when both Lin Meilin and Yang Ze were wondering what was going to happen next, a gentle blue light enveloped the small butterfly, covering it completely.