Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

After dinner, Ling Feng was arranged by Duanmu Qingshan to stay in a room in the bamboo house on the right.

The bamboo house was simple, and other than a bamboo bed, a bamboo table, and a few bamboo chairs, it was almost completely empty.

Ling Feng put down his pack, made a simple setup, and considered himself temporarily settled.

He flipped through the "Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique" and read carefully the mnemonics and the mental method inside.

After a while, Ling Feng nodded slightly, his eyes displaying a hint of excitement.

"So this is how martial artists of the Qi Condensation Realm cultivate, no wonder I couldn't break through after opening the First Human Dao Divine Pattern and absorbing nature's spiritual energy."

Before he had arrived at the Wenxian Sect, he had tried to fumble his way through cultivation, but to no avail. Now that he had the "Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique", he finally knew how to continue his cultivation.

"Human Dao First Divine Pattern, activate!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, his left eye grew slightly warm, and a Divine Pattern emerged.

In an instant, his body seemed to become a crucible for nature's spiritual energy, beginning to absorb the surrounding nature's spiritual energy.

This Wenxian Sect truly lived up to its reputation as a Martial Arts Sect, with its spirit-enriched land, the nature's spiritual energy was incredibly dense, far superior to the effect in the outside world by who knows how many times.

Ling Feng knew he only had thirty breaths of time and didn't dare to waste a single second.

"Absorb the spiritual energy, gather into the Qi Sea..."

Following the method of the "Aura Refining Technique" to circulate the True Qi in his body, the thirty breaths passed quickly.

"Breakthrough now!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, the True Qi stored in his Qi Sea had reached the point of breakthrough.

Then, as if a barrier had shattered within his Qi Sea, newly born True Qi, like a treasure sword cutting through thorns, surged powerfully through his body, a denser and stronger current of Qi flowing through his limbs.

"I've broken through!"

Ling Feng rejoiced inwardly, knowing his True Qi had grown stronger, a symbol of a breakthrough in realm.

His cultivation had directly leapt over the Second Level of the Qi Condensation Realm and reached the Third Level of the Qi Condensation Realm!

This level was also the realm of most of the new Inner Sect Disciples, and if he were to test again, his treatment might be completely different.

Ling Feng suppressed the joy in his heart, having used up today's thirty breaths of time; the rest would have to be achieved through his own efforts.

He slowly exhaled a murky breath. Although he couldn't continue to use the power of the Human Dao Eye, he didn't want to waste any time and aimed to improve as much as he could.

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The night passed swiftly.

Ling Feng brushed the dew off his clothes and slowly stood up. Having broken through to the Third Level of Qi Condensation in just one night, this rapid progress gave him a glimmer of hope.

His talent may not seem impressive on the surface, and he held no advantages in age, but as long as he pressed on with his cultivation, he would quickly surpass his peers, even leaving them far behind.

Ling Feng gave a deep bow towards the door, regardless of whether Duanmu Qingshan recognized it or not, since he had taught him the entry-level mental method, he was his Master.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Ling Feng headed straight for a relatively open bamboo forest to practice some basic punching and kicking techniques.

"Yo, yo, yo, is this Kitty Fist, or is it Ah Gou Fist?"

At that moment, an irritating voice was heard, and a young man dressed in Wenxian Sect Inner Sect Disciple attire, along with several fellow disciples, circled towards him.

"Ha ha, I say it's Ah Gou Fist because this kid's punches are as weak as a useless dog!"

"Indeed, indeed..."

And just like that, five or six Inner Sect Disciples surrounded Ling Feng, laughing and sneering ceaselessly.

Ling Feng's brow furrowed, having just joined the Wenxian Sect, he should not have offended anyone.

Thus, the only possibility was that his "Master" had brought these troubles upon him.

No wonder he kept saying he didn't want to harm him, and no wonder that Zong Yuan, the Senior Brother who guided him here, seemed so keen to avoid any association with him.

In the end, it must have been the two Elders, Lee Liang and Yang Wei, who were intentionally framing him.

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In a flash, a nameless rage surged in Ling Feng's heart.

He didn't want to stir up trouble, but alas, trouble always seemed to find him!

"Are you the Ling Feng?"

Seeing that Ling Feng remained silent, the leader Ren Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"It's me." Ling Feng's voice was somewhat icy.

"Sorry to say, though we have no grudge, who let you be a good-for-nothing!" Ren Yifei snorted lightly, "A good-for-nothing deserves to be beaten, deserves to die!"

Having said that, Ren Yifei waved his hand grandly, "Who wants to go first?"

"Me, me!" the youngest disciple immediately stepped forward excitedly, "Senior Brother Ren, let me teach him a lesson!"

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to perform."

Ren Yifei nodded his head, the young disciple named Jia Ping, who had also joined the Wenxian Sect's Inner Sect not long ago.

Jia Ping licked his lips, like a wild wolf, walked to face Ling Feng, "Black Wind Claw!"

This was his Jia Family's ancestral Martial Technique, and within the Wenxian Sect, there were always disciples who joined with their family techniques.

Ling Feng's expression changed slightly, his cultivation might have broken through to the Third Level of Qi Condensation, but he did not know any Martial Techniques.

He frowned slightly, his right eye condensed a bit as he watched Jia Ping make his move, then roared out, "Black Wind Claw!"

Bang!

Their claws collided, and Ling Feng's body swayed slightly, while Jia Ping stumbled back several steps.

"How is this possible? The Black Wind Claw is my Jia Family's exclusive secret art, how... how do you know it too?"

Jia Ping's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at Ling Feng in disbelief.

"What's so impossible about it?" Ling Feng snorted coldly, "I am your long-lost father!"

"You little shit, you're courting death!" Jia Ping's face flushed with rage, but having been secretly bested just a moment ago, he dared not act rashly again.

"Humph, not bad, you have some skill!" Ren Yifei narrowed his eyes, the disciples who had joined under Duanmu Qingshan in the past few years were generally defeated in one move, but this Ling Feng, he had actually managed to push back Jia Ping, the disciple who joined with his own Martial Technique!

"Seems like I'll have to do it myself." Ren Yifei smirked, "Just a mere First Layer of Qi Condensation, I really want to see how capable you are!"

As his voice fell, Ren Yifei's body shot towards Ling Feng like lightning, stepping through a mysterious movement technique, swiftly closing in on Ling Feng.

"It's the Chasing Cloud Steps, haha! Who would have thought Senior Brother Ren would actually use his movement technique!"

"Looks like Senior Brother Ren is serious!"

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, once again activating the First Divine Pattern of the Heavenly Dao Eye.

The Heavenly Dao Divine Pattern is different from the Human Dao Divine Pattern; it has no time limit and can be activated at will.

"Chasing Cloud Steps? I can do it too!" Ling Feng snorted lightly, and in the next instant, he began to move following Ren Yifei's steps.

His movement technique was as fast and sharp, not the slightest bit inferior to Ren Yifei's!

Ren Yifei's eyelids twitched violently, just as he was about to strike Ling Feng, he suddenly felt a numbness under his arm. It turned out that Ling Feng had used his movement technique to bypass Ren Yifei's front and then like lightning, struck his armpit with a Golden Needle.

"You!"

Ren Yifei turned fiercely, wanting to strike again, only to find that half of his body had fallen into numbness, unable to move, and with a "thump," he fell to the ground.

"Li... Li... Li..."

Ren Yifei wanted to curse out loudly at Ling Feng, but found that not only was his body numb, his tongue was numb too.

"Senior Brother Ren!"

The surrounding disciples' eyelids twitched madly. Ren Yifei, a Fourth Level of Qi Condensation, was taken down just like that so easily?

The next moment, Ling Feng's foot stomped down hard, pressing Ren Yifei's head into the mud.

"Who was it that said a good-for-nothing should be beaten?" Ling Feng's gaze swept over the crowd, enunciating each word, "You're right!"

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