When Lin Feng heard Chen i ntion that his cultivation base was unstable, he was shocked. This was sothing he had already considered during his fight with Yi Bei.
The reason was simple—by all accounts, given everything he had gained from the Blackwood Ruler, he should have been able to defeat Yi Bei with his current cultivation base.
Yet, the fact that the battle ended in a draw set off alarm bells in his mind.
However, after thinking it through, he identified a few possible reasons for this outco.
The first and most obvious was exactly what Chen i had pointed out—his cultivation had advanced too rapidly, leaving him without enough ti to fully adapt to his newfound strength.
As a result, he sotis used his spiritual energy inefficiently, weakening the impact of his attacks.
The solution was simple—he just needed to fight more!
Whether against spiritual beasts or other cultivators, any real combat experience would help him stabilize his cultivation and adjust to his new baseline strength.
I just need to get into more fights, Feng thought to himself, his mind racing as he analyzed his shortcomings.
Another issue soon beca apparent.
While the spiritual arts within the Blackwood Dominance Art were undeniably powerful, they felt sowhat simplistic.
This was likely because they weren’t originally designed for humans but for spiritual beasts, who relied more on raw strength than intricate techniques.
Overwhelming power alone was often enough to crush opponents, but in battles against other cultivators, where strategy and technique played a much greater role, brute force wouldn’t always be enough.
During his fight with Yi Bei, he had already noticed the stark difference between himself and soone experienced in utilizing their Heaven’s Pact.
Yi Bei seamlessly combined his pact with various spiritual arts and cultivation techniques he had honed over the years.
This was especially evident in his final attack, where he used his cultivation base to manifest his Heaven’s Pact as a spiritual beast companion.
Even though Feng could likely do sothing similar, it would be far weaker.
He simply didn’t have the level of control over spiritual energy required to pull off such a technique—especially since he had yet to break through to the seventh level.
I really need to fight more cultivators, Feng thought.
I need to see how they utilize their Heaven’s Pact, learn which spiritual arts suit different types of cultivators, and gain a deeper understanding of the cultivation system as a whole.
These were the thoughts racing through Feng’s mind after his "loss" against Yi Bei.
Truthfully, the fact that he hadn’t been able to finish him off frustrated him to no end.
He knew that if he had fought better, he could have killed him.
I need to get stronger. Better. Faster!
Feng’s eyes glead with a ferocious light, like a wolf stalking its next al.
Although it felt like a long ti had passed, in reality, these thoughts had flashed through his mind in re monts.
He looked into Chen i’s eyes and gave a firm nod.
"That’s right. I realized so ti ago that because I broke through too quickly, I’m not utilizing my cultivation base efficiently," Feng admitted, watching for Chen i’s reaction.
Seeing the sharpness return to his gaze, Chen i felt her heart skip a beat.
Yet, she quickly suppressed the feeling, forcing herself to focus as a thought surfaced in her mind.
Hmph, is this guy a natural womanizer or sothing? Chen i mused, a sly glint flashing in her eyes. Well, two can play at that ga.
A beautiful smile graced her lips as she stepped forward, her purple eyes shimring with a dangerous, seductive glow.
Slowly, she placed a delicate hand on Lin Feng’s chest, her touch light yet deliberate.
"Well, since you did help Uncle Chen Lin... I suppose I can help you gain a bit more experience," she murmured, deliberately dragging out her words as she t Feng’s gaze.
Lin Feng’s eyes widened into saucers. He had never experienced anything like this before.
In an instant, all the confidence he had just regained popped like a balloon.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, hamring as if it were about to explode.
What the hell?! Is this what they call a seductress?
Feng gulped, his mind scrambling for a response.
But before he could say anything, Chen i suddenly let out a charming laugh, her sparkling eyes full of mischief.
Leaning in once more, she brought her lips dangerously close to his ear.
"... in fighting... with ."
The words barely registered before Feng instinctively took a step back—almost stumbling in the process.
His heart continued to race, but he quickly forced himself to take a deep breath, exhaling slowly to calm down.
Wait... fighting? Did she just ask if I wanted to fight her?
Looking up, he t Chen i’s playful gaze and imdiately froze.
His expression stiffened, as if he had a bone stuck in his throat, realization dawning upon him.
She was doing this on purpose.
Is this so kind of payback for my stunt earlier? Feng grumbled inwardly, finally regaining his composure.
With a sigh, he responded, a hint of exhaustion in his voice.
"What do you an by fighting? Didn’t I just tell you that I can’t beat you right now? I don’t exactly feel like getting poisoned again—especially after Old Man Chen just patched up."
He shook his head, clearly not eager to relive that experience.
Chen i, however, rely smirked.
"Don’t be so quick to refuse. Do you have any idea how valuable it is to spar with soone like ?" She placed her hands on her hips, her tone full of confidence.
"Haven’t you heard? I’m the number one genius of the Chen Clan in this generation! Even Elena is at most my equal."
She puffed up her ample chest, causing it to bounce slightly.
But this ti, there was nothing seductive about her deanor.
Instead, with her proud expression and playful defiance, she looked almost... adorable.
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