Chapter 133: Breaking the Rules
As Lin Feng stepped into the stone chamber, a faint rumbling sound echoed, and the stone door closed automatically.
An extremely dense surge of Heaven and Earth Origin Qi rushed toward him, making Lin Feng feel an indescribable comfort throughout his body.
For martial cultivators, Heaven and Earth Origin Qi was like sweet rain—the foundation of cultivation and the very root of a martial artist.
Releasing his Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul, Lin Feng sat down cross-legged and immediately entered a state of cultivation.
The Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul, which could enhance various abilities, undoubtedly accelerated Lin Feng's cultivation speed. Additionally, it strengthened his comprehension, helping him break through to higher realms.
Streams of Heaven and Earth Origin Qi surged into Lin Feng's body. He absorbed them greedily, refusing nothing, his body becoming a bottomless pit that devoured the wildly rushing Origin Qi.
With Lin Feng's current cultivation at the Third Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, cultivating in this stone chamber left no worry about insufficient Origin Qi. No matter how fast he absorbed, the Heaven and Earth Origin Qi would adjust accordingly, as if inexhaustible.
The Pure Origin Technique circulated within his body. The Origin Qi he had devoured was gathered together, then refined, becoming even purer.
Subsequently, this purer Origin Qi began to expand within Lin Feng's body, further enriching his flesh and broadening his meridians, making his entire physique more perfect.
As his physical constitution grew stronger, his future cultivation speed would increase. This was also the reason Lin Feng had chosen this technique, which lacked offensive means.
The Pure Origin Technique was a method for solidifying the foundation, strengthening internal needs.
Although Lin Feng desired to become stronger, he understood the principle that haste makes waste. He needed to take one step at a time, advancing steadily.
At this moment, Lin Feng, immersed in cultivation, was unaware that outside the cultivation tower, several figures carrying a chill stepped inside. They followed the tower's stairs upward until they reached the tenth floor, where they stopped.
"This way."
A young man in black led the way, speaking to the others. If Lin Feng were present, he would recognize this black-clad youth as the one who had tried to seize his cultivation chamber and whom he had driven away.
Back then, when the black-clad man left, he had uttered a warning for Lin Feng to wait, but Lin Feng hadn't paid it any mind.
The group was led to the outside of a cultivation stone chamber—the one Lin Feng had opened, meaning the chamber Liu Fei was currently using.
"It's here."
The black-clad man pointed at the chamber, addressing a stern-faced youth beside him. This youth was around twenty, with deep eyes that gave a first impression of coldness—an icy chill.
"Cui Ting, break the door."
The icy youth said indifferently. Immediately, a person beside him stepped forward without any regard for the rules of Heavenly One Academy. His body arched like a bow, and with a stride, he shot forward like an arrow, punching the stone door with tremendous force.
Instantly, the stone door trembled violently. Though it remained sturdy, a thunderous rumble echoed out.
Inside the cultivation stone chamber, Liu Fei, whose mind was entirely focused on cultivation, had never expected to be disturbed—especially by someone using brute force to smash the door. The entire chamber reverberated with the impact. The powerful resonance jolted Liu Fei awake from her cultivation state. She let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
"Get the hell out here."
A loud voice rolled in from outside the stone door. Liu Fei's expression turned cold as she wiped the blood from her lips.
"How shameless."
Standing up, Liu Fei wanted to charge out. For a martial cultivator, being interrupted during cultivation was the greatest taboo, let alone by such forceful means that directly injured her. This behavior was utterly despicable. Even Heavenly One Academy had rules: grudges could be settled through combat, but disturbing those already cultivating in their chambers was forbidden.
However, the other party had clearly thrown the rules aside.
"No, I can't act rashly."
Just as she was about to go out, Liu Fei suddenly stopped. This person had come straight to smash the door—it wasn't for the cultivation chamber. More likely, it was for revenge.
"It's that person."
Liu Fei recalled the black-clad man. Her expression hardened. Yes, it had to be him. When he left, he had told Lin Feng to wait, and now he had come prepared.
"If I go out now, I'll only humiliate myself and might cause trouble for Lin Feng."
Liu Fei's eyes flickered. Her strength was far inferior to even the black-clad man's; going out would be useless. In the world of martial cultivators, there was no reasoning—only strength spoke.
Thinking this, Liu Fei retreated back into the chamber and sat cross-legged, though she clearly couldn't cultivate anymore.
"Boom!"
Another loud tremor shook the chamber, reverberating in Liu Fei's eardrums.
"Whoever's inside, get out."
The voice penetrated the chamber. Liu Fei's face turned ugly, but she ignored it, continuing to sit there. She could just wait it out.
After all, the stone doors of the cultivation tower's chambers couldn't be broken through. The other party was far from having that kind of strength.
Outside the stone door, seeing no response from inside, the group's gazes sharpened.
The black-clad man stepped forward and punched the door as well, shouting coldly, "Weren't you so arrogant before? Now, you don't even dare to come out? Coward."
"Coward?"
Hearing the black-clad man's voice from inside the chamber, Liu Fei found it laughable. It really was him. Unable to defeat Lin Feng in battle, he had brought helpers, and still had the nerve to call others cowards? Only a truly weak person would do such a thing. It was utterly ridiculous.
If Lin Feng were here, she wondered what he would do.
The sound of punches hitting the stone door continued without pause. Liu Fei sat there, giving no response, but her heart grew increasingly restless.
Anyone confined in a small space and harassed like this would feel agitated.
After a long while, the pounding finally stopped.
The black-clad youth's face darkened. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to not even utter a sound, enduring the insults without response, leaving him with no way to act.
"It seems he knows I've come for revenge and doesn't dare come out."
The black-clad youth said to the icy young man. The latter didn't comment, only asking calmly, "How many Origin Stones did he put in the slot?"
"Three mid-grade Origin Stones, enough for him to cultivate for a hundred days," the black-clad youth replied.
"Then I'll come back in a hundred days. What about you? Stay here, or come with me?"
The black-clad youth's eyes flickered with hesitation.
"You're afraid he'll run, so you want to stay, but you're worried your strength isn't enough. If he comes out, you'll only be humiliated?"
The icy young man seemed to read the other's thoughts, speaking indifferently.
The black-clad youth's expression froze. He nodded—that was exactly it.
"Cui Ting's strength is at the peak of the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm. Even those at the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm can't beat him. Against someone at the Third Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, no matter how talented, they still can't surpass him. Originally, he alone would have been enough. But since you asked, I came personally. Now, I'm going to the first floor's cultivation chamber to cultivate for a hundred days. As for whether Cui Ting stays, ask him yourself."
The icy young man said calmly. The black-clad youth didn't dare question him. Although they shared blood ties, they were half-brothers, and he was merely a concubine's son. The other's willingness to help was already a great favor.
Turning to Cui Ting, the black-clad youth's eyes showed a pleading look.
"If Black Demon tells me to stay, I'll stay," Cui Ting said flatly.
"Then stay." The icy young man, called Black Demon, left these words, turned, and walked down the stairs.
Watching Black Demon leave, the black-clad youth's face darkened. He turned back to glare at the stone door, stepped forward, and punched it again, making Liu Fei's eardrums ring with irritation.
And this continued for nearly a hundred days. Every day, the black-clad youth would attack the stone door, constantly harassing her, wearing her down until she became haggard.
Lin Feng had spent three mid-grade Origin Stones to secure this cultivation chamber for her to improve her strength, but she had never expected to encounter such a situation—trapped for a hundred days, enduring torment every single day.
On this day, on the sixth floor of the cultivation tower, in one of the cultivation chambers, the Origin Qi fluctuations at the stone door gradually dimmed. Many people immediately gathered nearby, their eyes flickering restlessly.
Just then, the stone door finally opened. A figure stepped out, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd. But that calm look alone made their hearts tremble involuntarily.
This youth's eyes were like a peerless sword—sharp, proud!