The black light surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across half of the sky and crushing the layers of clouds, its terrifying might pressing down on Juejian Peak.
“Hmm?”
Yang Tao, who was guiding Li Xinyue in her training, suddenly turned from his kind deanor to a stern expression. His compassionate brows shot forth a piercing cold light, like a sword's edge cutting through everything.
From the relentless black tide, a gigantic face slowly erged.
“Mo Wusheng!”
Yang Tao stared at the hundred-ter giant face, brows slightly furrowed, his eyes becoming sharper.
“Wang Yuandao, three days from now, my disciple Ye Yunqi will battle your disciple Chen Feng at the Fighting Hall to settle our grievances.” The black giant face ignored Yang Tao and appeared with a cruel smile, its enormous eyes seed to see through the buildings, locking onto the training hall. Its voice was magnificent and resounding, echoing throughout the land.
Before anyone could respond, the black giant face dissipated like smoke.
However, the imposing voice beca an invisible wave centered around Juejian Peak, spreading outwards, so that everyone in Huntian Sacred Mountain could hear it.
“Mo Wusheng?”
“What mischief is that old guy up to now?”
“Has Mo Wusheng taken on a disciple?”
“It’s not surprising that Mo Wusheng has taken on a disciple, but Wang Yuandao has also taken one?”
“What’s so strange about that? As he approaches the end of his lifespan, he must pass on his legacy. I’m more curious about how Wang Yuandao’s disciple is.”
“What disciple? We’ll see who it is in three days at the Fighting Hall.”
“I heard that Wang Yuandao’s disciple is a common body, completely ordinary.”
“If he’s ordinary, then Juejian Peak is destined to decline. Maybe in less than ten years, Juejian Peak will be disqualified.”
“I heard that Mo Wusheng’s disciple, Ye Yunqi, possesses a king-level tidal bloodline, and it’s not an ordinary king-level either.”
“Wang Yuandao’s disciple is ordinary and has fallen into a disadvantage. Will he accept the challenge?”
“Don’t you know Wang Yuandao’s personality? He’d rather die than yield!”
Whispers of thoughts intertwined in the void, each person discussing.
In the outer sect, Yang Xue Ning was suddenly filled with excitent, her face twisted with hatred.
“Brother Yun, you’re finally going to take action against Chen Feng. You must kill him.”
Having been promoted to an authentic disciple with a higher status and better treatnt than her, Yang Xue Ning felt an imnse sense of crisis and anger towards Chen Feng. Her hatred gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake.
Now, she finally had an opportunity.
…
In the training room of Juejian Peak, Wang Yuandao’s expression beca serious, his eyes gleaming with countless sword lights, slicing everything into nothingness.
“Mo Wusheng…”
A cold smile crept onto Wang Yuandao's lips as his gaze fell on the cauldron, as if he could see the person inside through it.
“You were defeated by my sword, and your disciple will also fall under my disciple's sword.”
With a crashing sound, a figure leapt out from the cauldron, the dicinal liquid shattering around him, and as he landed, he was completely free of any residue.
Before him stood a perfect body, with skin as smooth as white jade, shimring with a brilliant glow. Every muscle was well-defined, every contour ticulously sculpted, exuding an innate elegance that hinted at unmatched strength. If it were to burst forth, it would be earth-shattering.
Chen Feng moved quickly, imdiately putting on his clothes again.
Power!
He could distinctly feel the overwhelming strength surging within him. This wasn’t just the power of his energy; it was the power of his very body, at least ten tis stronger than before.
In other words, Chen Feng was confident he could compete with beast-level opponents of the sa rank solely based on his physique.
The burden from the second refining of the Huntian Power had completely vanished.
He exhaled, and it was as if wind and thunder clashed, like a sword cutting through the air. The sheer force would blow back any ordinary person.
“Not bad, you’ve already mastered the first level of the Huntian Sword Body.”
Wang Yuandao’s piercing gaze seed to see right through Chen Feng and revealed a hint of a smile.
“With your current physical strength, you can withstand the first five refinents of Huntian Power.”
“Thank you, Master.” Chen Feng bowed deeply, genuinely grateful.
In just half a day, he had undergone a transformation—his strength had multiplied many tis over, all thanks to his master.
It could be said that without his master taking him in, Chen Feng would probably be stuck in the disciple hall, lost, unaware of when he might have his breakthrough.
In martial arts cultivation, one slow step leads to many slow steps.
If one cannot forge a strong foundation in the Body Refinent Realm, it would be even harder to compete with others in the future.
“Master, how much did that cauldron of dicinal liquid cost?” Chen Feng suddenly thought of this and asked instinctively.
“Money?” Wang Yuandao was caught off guard by Chen Feng’s question and didn’t know how to respond at first. After a while, he replied, “A Peiyuan Zhen Dan is worth a thousand taels, and a Ningxue Zhen Dan is worth three thousand taels. That cauldron of dicinal liquid is priceless... if you had to put a value on it... perhaps hundreds of thousands of taels.”
Chen Feng was stunned, his head buzzing.
So in just half a day, he had consud hundreds of thousands of taels of silver?
Even the Golden-Eating Beast wasn’t this terrifying.
“Disciple, martial arts cultivation requires resources, and you did consu quite a bit today, but you must believe that the resources needed for your future cultivation will be even greater.” Wang Yuandao said earnestly.
“Thank you, Master. I feel comforted.” Chen Feng replied with a face full of 'emotion.'
“Don’t worry; I will prepare all the resources you need for your cultivation from now on, to the best of my limits.” Wang Yuandao declared, like a vow.
Chen Feng felt a surge of emotion within him.
“Disciple, you heard Mo Wusheng’s words just now, right?” Wang Yuandao asked back, “What’s your decision?”
“Fight!” Chen Feng answered without hesitation.
Ye Yunqi!
The humiliation inflicted upon him that day would be returned tenfold.
This day, he had waited a long ti for.
Initially, he thought he wouldn’t know when he would find such an opportunity, but unexpectedly, it had presented itself willingly.
“In these three days, focus on your training, take a step further, and in three days, defeat your enemy with your strongest stance.” Wang Yuandao said softly, “Mo Wusheng is the defeated under my sword, and his disciple should also be defeated under your sword.”
“Yes.”
Chen Feng replied resolutely.
With an unlimited supply of Ningxue Zhen Dan and having mastered the first level of the Huntian Sword Body, Chen Feng was fully confident that within three days, he could complete the third refinent of his strength.
With each refinent, the power would double.
As he continued his training, Chen Feng discovered that the Huntian Sword Power was indeed more suited for sword techniques. In simple terms, using the Huntian Power to execute sword techniques was far more powerful than using it with the ordinary sword techniques.
“With my current strength, a single sword strike would be enough to instantly kill the before I joined Juejian Peak.”
“Even the previous Ye Yunqi would not withstand the might of my sword.”
However, Chen Feng did not underestimate Ye Yunqi in the slightest.
Possessing a king-level bloodline and being accepted as a disciple by the Grand Elder of Tiancang Peak, Ye Yunqi’s cultivation and strength must have progressed by leaps and bounds; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to issue a challenge.
…
At the cliffs of Juejian Peak, a figure soared through the air, drawing his sword. Twelve sword shadows converged in an instant, transforming into a dazzling beam of sword light that pierced the air, leaving behind a brilliant sword mark.
“Chen Feng… the sword technique of the Senior Brother has beco stronger.” Li Xinyue gasped in awe.
“Master, I didn’t expect the young master to elevate the low-grade Wind Shadow Sword Technique to the mid-grade level and even develop such a powerful killing move.” Yang Tao whispered to Wang Yuandao, his words filled with amazent.
For them, elevating a low-grade sword technique to mid-grade was far too easy.
Yet, they had imrsed themselves in the path of the sword for many years, their own realms being exceptionally high.
Chen Feng, on the other hand, was just an eighteen-year-old youth at the Body Refinent Realm, yet he possessed such capabilities, showcasing his extraordinary comprehension and talent in swordsmanship.
“Once he defeats Mo Wusheng’s disciple tomorrow, I will begin teaching him the Thirteen Styles of Juejian.” Wang Yuandao said quietly.
“I believe that with the young master’s exceptional comprehension and swordsmanship talent, he might be able to master the Thirteen Styles of Juejian.” Yang Tao smiled.
“It’s not that easy. The Thirteen Styles of Juejian is ultimately a supre-level sword technique, profound and unfathomable. Even if I teach it to him, I have no hope that he could master it at the Body Refinent Realm. The main purpose is to let him co into contact with it first, laying the foundation for future mastery, and to help him understand that the path of the sword is endless, a pursuit that consus one’s entire life…”
Wang Yuandao softly responded.
But in reality, the Body Refinent Realm is not suitable for practicing overly profound martial arts. However, a sudden thought sparked within him, a desire to give it a try.
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