Chapter 58: Snow Moon Holy Academy
Liu Fei sighed inwardly upon hearing Nan Gong Ling's words. In truth, she also understood that convincing Nan Gong Ling was very difficult, but seeing the burden on her father's shoulders, she wanted to try.
"Patriarch Nan Gong, establishing the Snow Moon Holy Academy is His Majesty's decree. Is your Cloud Sea Sect defying His Majesty's orders?" At this moment, the young man beside Liu Fei stared at Nan Gong Ling with unfriendly eyes.
"When did I ever say I was defying His Majesty's decree?" Nan Gong Ling glanced coldly at the young man and said, "His Majesty wants to establish the Snow Moon Holy Academy. My Cloud Sea Sect will naturally give full support and will select some outstanding disciples to go and cultivate there."
Nan Gong Ling paused here, flicked his sleeve, and said coldly, "Also, since when does a little prince like you have the right to meddle in the affairs of my Cloud Sea Sect? Who do you think you are? If you have something to say, tell your father Duan Tianlang to come speak with me."
The Nine Heavens Continent was a world where the strong reigned supreme. Whoever was powerful was the master. The current Duan Clan could become the imperial family because they were strong. In essence, the Duan Clan was like the most powerful sect in the Snow Moon Kingdom, just existing in the form of an imperial family.
But even so, it was impossible for the Duan Clan to make other sects submit. And Nan Gong Ling, as the Sect Leader of the Cloud Sea Sect, would certainly not care about a little prince.
"You... Nan Gong Ling, I will report this matter truthfully to my father." The young man said coldly, harboring resentment in his heart.
"As you wish." Nan Gong Ling said disdainfully.
"I heard that little Fei Fei has returned." At this moment, a voice came from outside the hall. It was Old Man Bei striding in with his head held high.
"Grandpa Bei." Liu Fei stood up when she saw Old Man Bei and said respectfully. Old Man Bei was the master of her father, Liu Canglan.
"Little Fei, how is your father?" Old Man Bei's eyes showed a hint of concern. These sect elders rarely took disciples, but once they did, their bond was very deep.
"He's still at Broken Blade City." Liu Fei said with a bitter smile.
"Alas..." Old Man Bei sighed, shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Little Fei, you came for that matter, right? Don't make things difficult for the Sect Leader. I'll recommend one person to you. Canglan will like him."
"One person?" Liu Fei smiled bitterly.
"Your father didn't walk out alone back then, did he? Having more people doesn't necessarily mean it's useful." Old Man Bei shook his head.
"Grandpa Bei, who is the person you're talking about?" Liu Fei's eyes lit up slightly. Judging by Old Man Bei's tone, he seemed to value this person highly. Could it be one of those few...
"You'll know when the time comes. Have them leave first. After this sect's grand competition, I will personally send him to the Imperial City." Old Man Bei glanced at Duan Han and the others.
"Alright." Liu Fei nodded in agreement.
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On the Lone Peak, within the One-Line Sky, Lin Feng sat inside the stone cave. The world's origin energy was like a cocoon, wrapping around Lin Feng's body like white mist.
A moment later, a terrifying suction force emanated from within Lin Feng's body, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, devouring this origin energy into his body. It then continuously condensed within him. On the surface of his body, a milky-white protective Qi pulsed in and out, carrying a vast and profound aura. The protective Qi produced by the Pure Origin Technique after condensing the origin energy was extremely pure.
After a long time, the origin energy no longer gathered around Lin Feng, and he stopped cultivating.
Opening his eyes, a smile appeared on Lin Feng's face.
"This Pure Origin Technique may not have any special effects, but it stabilizes the foundation. My inner breath is now at least twice as strong as before."
He muttered to himself. Strengthening his inner breath allowed him to fight for a long time without tiring, enhancing both explosive power and sustained combat ability.
Standing up, Lin Feng looked at the stone wall of the cave, slapped his palm through the air, and shouted softly, "Eight Wastelands Palm."
As Lin Feng's voice fell, seven palm prints blasted out from his palm and landed on the stone wall.
"Rumble."
The stone wall of the cave trembled violently, and seven palm prints were directly imprinted on it, very clear.
"Indeed, the Eight Wastelands Palm is now more powerful when used."
A smile appeared on Lin Feng's face. The Eight Wastelands Palm was a Profound Grade, Lower Class martial technique, divided into eight levels. Being able to cultivate it to the fifth level was already very impressive, producing five palm prints with one strike. Cultivating to the sixth level was considered talented, while the seventh level could only be achieved by martial technique geniuses.
The eighth level produced palm prints all over the sky. With one palm strike, the space was filled with palm prints, extremely powerful. To reach this level required not only astonishing talent in martial techniques but also continuous exploration and understanding through actual combat.
Profound Grade martial techniques were not so easy to cultivate.
But for Lin Feng, this was not a problem at all. In the state of releasing his martial soul, both his comprehension and calculation abilities were monstrous. It only took him one day to cultivate the Eight Wastelands Palm to the seventh level, just one step away from reaching great accomplishment, the Palm Shaking the Eight Wastelands.
However, Lin Feng was not satisfied with this. The vast Cloud Sea Sect produced genius after genius. Inner disciples were not comparable to outer disciples. There were many strong individuals. He was going to participate in the sect's grand competition this time, and he didn't know what he would encounter. The stronger his strength, the better.
The Annihilation Sword Technique would undoubtedly elevate his strength to another level in a short time.
So-called Annihilation consisted of only three sword techniques: the Life-Seizing Sword, the Sword of Death, and the Sword of Desolate Stillness.
Life-Seizing Sword: The sword strikes, seizing life.
Sword of Death: One step, one kill.
Sword of Desolate Stillness: All laws become desolate, annihilating everything.
Looking at the mere three sword techniques, Lin Feng fell into deep thought. The diagrams depicted in the sword technique book gradually took shape in his mind, directly imprinting there.
His martial soul was released, and Lin Feng's world turned dark again. The heavens and earth had no color, only darkness. Everything around him was presented in this black world, and he quietly stayed in this world, deep in thought, with nothing able to disturb him.
Closing his eyes, a figure leaped out from his mind and came into his world. This figure continuously swung a long sword, one sword after another, repeating the same motion. It was exactly the first sword recorded in the Annihilation Sword Technique, the Life-Seizing Sword.
After a long time, Lin Feng opened his closed eyes. A sharp light, like a sharp sword, flashed and disappeared, cutting through the space.
Taking a step forward, a sword cry rang out. One sword, seizing life.
"Rumble..."
The cave trembled violently. A long sword mark appeared on the top of the cave, and above the sword mark, there seemed to be a sharp sword aura.
The rumbling grew louder and louder, and stones continuously fell down, startling Lin Feng. His figure flickered, and he rushed out of the cave. Shortly after Lin Feng left, the cave was buried by stones and had collapsed.
"Just the first sword, the Life-Seizing Sword, is already much more powerful than the seventh level of the Eight Wastelands Palm. How powerful are the Sword of Death and the Sword of Desolate Stillness?" Lin Feng retracted his martial soul, slightly excited. Profound Grade, Middle Class martial techniques were indeed far more powerful than Profound Grade, Lower Class ones. When the Annihilation Sword Technique reached great accomplishment, its power would be comparable to Profound Grade, Upper Class martial techniques. How powerful would that be?
In fact, Lin Feng did not know that the reason the first sword, the Life-Seizing Sword, could display such power in his hands was not only due to the sword technique itself but also his use of sword momentum.
The Life-Seizing Sword required sword Qi, sword intent, and sword momentum to be fused together when activated to unleash its power. Lin Feng had already comprehended sword momentum, so he easily cultivated the Life-Seizing Sword and displayed such power. If it were someone else, it would certainly be impossible.
"Who?" At this moment, Lin Feng turned around and looked in the direction of the One-Line Sky. He immediately saw a person walking in from there, looking at him with eyes full of resentment.
"Liu Fei." Lin Feng was slightly surprised. He didn't understand what this woman meant. When she had the chance to deal with him, she didn't take it. Now she came running alone.
"Bastard, you took my territory and humiliated me. Today, I will definitely take revenge." Liu Fei stared at Lin Feng as if there was a deep-seated hatred. Since she was a child, her father had taught her to be independent and strong, and she had always been that way. As a woman, she was no worse than men. Coupled with her talent and background, she was proud and arrogant.
But Liu Fei never expected that the shameless Lin Feng would try to peep at her. Later, when he defeated her, he said he had no interest in her. He also took her cultivation treasure land. She had never suffered such humiliation. How could she not take revenge?
"Now that I have stepped into the Spirit Martial Realm, let's see how I torment him." Liu Fei thought viciously in her heart.