The bck light surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across half of the sky and crushing the yers of clouds, its terrifying might pressing down on Juejian Peak.

  “Hmm?”

  Yang Tao, who was guiding Li Xinyue iraining, suddenly turned from his kind demeanor to a stern expression. His passionate brows shot forth a pierg cold light, like a sword's edge cutting through everything.

  From the relentless bck tide, a gigantic face slowly emerged.

  “Mo Wusheng!”

  Yang Tao stared at the hundred-meter giant face, brows slightly furrowed, his eyes being sharper.

  “Wang Yuandao, three days from now, my disciple Ye Yunqi will battle your disciple Feng at the Fighting Hall to settle rievances.” The bck giant face ignored Yang Tao and appeared with a cruel smile, its enormous eyes seemed to see through the buildings, log onto the training hall. Its voice was magnifit and resounding, eg throughout the nd.

  Before anyone could respond, the bck giant face dissipated like smoke.

  However, the imposing voice became an invisible wave tered 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 se 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 on body, pletely ordinary.”

  “If he’s ordinary, then Juejian Peak is destio dee. Maybe ihan 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 iwined in the void, each person discussing.

  Ier sect, Yang Xue Ning was suddenly filled with excitement, her face twisted with hatred.

  “Brother Yun, you’re finally going to take a against Feng. You must kill him.”

  Having been promoted to an authentic disciple with a higher status aer treatment than her, Yang Xue Ni an immense sense of crisis and aowards Feng. Her hatred g her heart like a venomous snake.

  Now, she finally had an opportunity.

  …

  Iraining room of Juejian Peak, Wang Yuandao’s expression became serious, his eyes gleaming with tless sword lights, slig 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 ihrough 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 medial liquid shattering around him, and as he nded, he was pletely free of any residue.

  Before him stood a perfect body, with skin as smooth as white jade, shimmering with a brilliant glow. Every muscle was well-defined, every eticulously sculpted, exuding an innate elegahat hi unmatched strength. If it were to burst forth, it would be earth-shattering.

  Feng moved quickly, immediately 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 times strohan before.

  In other words, Feng was fident he could pete with beast-level oppos of the same rank solely based on his physique.

  The burden from the sed refining of the Huntian Power had pletely vanished.

  He exhaled, and it was as if wind and thunder cshed, like a sword cutting through the air. The sheer force would blow bay ordinary person.

  “Not bad, you’ve already mastered the first level of the Huntian Sword Body.”

  Wang Yuandao’s pierg gaze seemed to see right through Feng and revealed a hint of a smile.

  “With your current physical strength, you withstand the first five refis of Huntian Power.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Feng bowed deeply, genuinely grateful.

  In just half a day, he had undergoransformation—his strength had multiplied many times over, all thanks to his master.

  It could be said that without his master taking him in, Feng would probably be stu 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 ot fe a strong foundation in the Body Refi Realm, it would be even harder to pete with others iure.

  “Master, how much did that cauldron of medial liquid cost?” Feng suddenly thought of this and asked instinctively.

  “Money?” Wang Yuandao was caught off guard by 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 medial liquid is priceless... if you had to put a value on it... perhaps hundreds of thousands of taels.”

  Feng was stunned, his head buzzing.

  So in just half a day, he had ed hundreds of thousands of taels of silver?

  Even the Goldei wasn’t this terrifying.

  “Disciple, martial arts cultivation requires resources, and you did e quite a bit today, but you must believe that the resoureeded for your future cultivation will be eveer.” Wang Yuandao said early.

  “Thank you, Master. I feel forted.” 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 decred, like a vow.

  Fe a surge of emotion within him.

  “Disciple, you heard Mo Wusheng’s words just nht?” Wang Yuandao asked back, “What’s your decision?”

  “Fight!” Feng answered without hesitation.

  Ye Yunqi!

  The humiliation inflicted upon him that day would be returenfold.

  This day, he had waited a long time for.

  Initially, he thought he wouldn’t know when he would find su opportunity, but uedly, it had preseself willingly.

  “Ihree days, focus on your training, take a step further, and in three days, defeat your enemy with your stro stance.” Wang Yuandao said softly, “Mo Wusheng is the defeated under my sword, and his disciple should also be defeated under your sword.”

  “Yes.”

  Feng replied resolutely.

  With an unlimited supply of Ningxue Zhen Dan and having mastered the first level of the Huntian Sword Body, Feng was fully fident that within three days, he could plete the third refi of his strength.

  With each refi, the power would double.

  As he tinued his training, Feng discovered that the Huntian Sword Power was indeed more suited for sword teiques. In simple terms, using the Huntian Power to execute sword teiques was far more powerful than using it with the ordinary sword teiques.

  “With my current strength, a single sword strike would be enough to instantly kill the me before I joined Juejian Peak.”

  “Even the previous Ye Yunqi would not withstand the might of my sword.”

  However, Feng did not uimate Ye Yunqi in the slightest.

  Possessing a king-level bloodline and being accepted as a disciple by the Grand Elder of Tiang 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 verged in an instant, transf into a dazzling beam of sword light that pierced the air, leaving behind a brilliant sword mark.

  “ Feng… the sword teique of the Senior Brother has bee stronger.” Li Xinyue gasped in awe.

  “Master, I didn’t expect the young master to elevate the low-grade Wind Shadow Sword Teique to the mid-grade level and even develop such a powerful killing move.” Yang Tao whispered to Wang Yuandao, his words filled with amazement.

  For them, elevating a low-grade sword teique to mid-grade was far too easy.

  Yet, they had immersed themselves ih of the sword for many years, their own realms being exceptionally high.

  Feng, oher hand, was just aeen-year-old youth at the Body Refi Realm, yet he possessed such capabilities, showg his extraordinary prehension and talent in swordsmanship.

  “Once he defeats Mo Wusheng’s disciple tomorrow, I will begin teag him the Thirteen Styles of Juejian.” Wang Yuandao said quietly.

  “I believe that with the young master’s exceptional prehension 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 supreme-level sword teique, profound and unfathomable. Even if I teach it to him, I have no hope that he could master it at the Body Refi Realm. The main purpose is to let him e into tact with it first, ying the foundation for future mastery, and to help him uand that the path of the sword is endless, a pursuit that es one’s entire life…”

  Wang Yuandao softly responded.

  But iy, the Body Refi Realm is not suitable for practig overly profound martial arts. However, a sudden thought sparked within him, a desire to give it a try.

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