Chapter 254: Return to Yangzhou City
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Remnant Soul Heaven Art, self-mutilating the soul, transforming it into a heavenly technique, tempering the power of every wisp of remnant soul, controlling all things.
As Lin Feng studied these three segments of memories, he discovered that many of the Venerable senior's powerful techniques and martial skills—even the arts of formation, artifact forging, and alchemy—required the Remnant Soul Heaven Art as a foundation. Once the Remnant Soul Heaven Art was cultivated to a high level, the soul would become strong, making the cultivation of everything else simpler and granting greater control.
Therefore, after analyzing the situation, Lin Feng decided to cultivate the Remnant Soul Heaven Art first.
To cultivate the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, the first step was to perceive the location of the soul, allowing one to clearly sense its existence at will, deepening one's impression of the soul, so that with a single thought, one could mobilize it.
This step was not difficult. The Remnant Soul Heaven Art contained a method for observing the soul—contemplating the soul, perceiving its essence.
Coupled with Lin Feng's keen perception from the Unity of Heaven and Man state and his powerful comprehension, it took only a few short days for him to master the soul-observing method.
Lin Feng did not know that when the Venerable had first obtained the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, it had taken him two years just to observe the soul. Such was the terror of Unity of Heaven and Man and the advantage of a powerful soul.
At this moment, within Lin Feng's mind, a shadowy figure merged with him, as if it were a dark version of himself. This dark silhouette seemed to be the root and essence of his martial soul.
The soul. In his previous life, Lin Feng would never have dared to imagine the soul. After stepping onto the path of martial arts, humans could even see the soul, which legends spoke of as existing after death, and could even harness its power.
The second step of the Remnant Soul Heaven Art was the method of soul movement. This still involved perceiving the soul, but also mobilizing it, allowing the soul to be controlled at will. Otherwise, even if one could sense the soul, being unable to use it freely would be useless.
With the foundation of the first step in soul perception, this step was even simpler for Lin Feng. He could easily achieve soul movement, allowing his soul to drift out of his body.
The third step was the true key to the Remnant Soul Heaven Art: remnant soul, self-mutilation of the soul.
Moreover, this step differed from the first two. The ultimate goal of the Remnant Soul Heaven Art was to create remnant souls, splitting the soul. This step was endless. When one first began cultivating, one could split off one or two wisps of the soul. But those who had cultivated to a high level could split off hundreds or thousands of wisps. There were even extreme, terrifying existences who, by cultivating the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, could split their souls into billions, endless and infinite, making the power of the soul as vast and mighty as the stars.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged. In the void, a shadowy figure floated silently. If anyone could sense this shadow, they would find that it was identical to Lin Feng—it was his soul.
At this moment, Lin Feng, with his eyes closed, took a deep breath. Then, he formed hand seals, exhaled a long breath, and shouted softly, "Split!"
As the words fell, an invisible force surged forth. The tearing pain caused Lin Feng's body to tremble instantly, convulsing violently.
It hurt so much. The pain of tearing Lin Feng's soul—he had experienced a trace of it when the Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul awakened, an agony so unbearable it had made him faint.
And now, Lin Feng once again felt this true pain: the splitting of the soul.
The shadow of Lin Feng in the void trembled and wavered, as if struggling. A wisp of black mark split off from the dark silhouette. At this moment, Lin Feng gasped, a hissing sound escaping his lips as his entire body trembled with pain.
Finally, that wisp of soul was split off, floating in the air. It was merely a tiny thread—Lin Feng's remnant soul.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, a bitter, helpless smile appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. Cultivating the Remnant Soul Heaven Art required an inhuman will. He had only split off a single wisp of remnant soul, yet he already felt true awe for this art, even a fear of continuing to cultivate it. It was too painful. To cultivate thousands of remnant souls, one had to endure thousands of instances of pain, and success was not guaranteed each time. One might fail midway due to an inability to bear the agony.
This perverse method of self-mutilating the soul could only be mastered by those with immense willpower. Those with weak wills could have their minds and bodies shattered in a single attempt.
With a thought, Lin Feng moved the split-off wisp of remnant soul through the void, freely controlling it. It could merge with or separate from his entire soul at will.
Taking a few calm breaths, Lin Feng quieted his mind. Then, steeling his resolve, he once again perceived his soul, preparing to split off a second wisp.
For the sake of powerful strength, to soar above the Nine Heavens, free from bullying and threats, any suffering could be endured.
Only those with great will could achieve extraordinary accomplishments, continuously pursuing the ultimate in martial arts.
When the strong grow angry, corpses litter the ground by the hundreds of thousands. When the weak grow angry, they are still bullied. Just like Han Mo and Yan Yu Pingsheng on the battlefield—they could halt an army of hundreds of thousands with a wave of their hands, easily deciding the outcome of a war. With a single gesture, a destructive palm print would descend from the sky, killing countless. Or with a pluck of a zither string, corpses would cover the fields.
This was the power of strength. Lin Feng needed powerful strength to cleave the heavens and shatter the earth. Whoever dared to bully him, he would kill them.
Time passed imperceptibly. Outside the cultivation tower, many people were waiting quietly.
Among them were those sent by the Imperial Family.
Now, the enfeoffment decree had been officially issued, granting Lin Feng the position of Crimson Blood Marquis, making him a regional lord with Yangzhou City as his fiefdom. But Lin Feng was in seclusion, cultivating, and could not receive the decree.
However, the person sent by the Imperial Family did not leave, nor did they disturb Lin Feng. They simply stood at the base of the cultivation tower, waiting calmly, without anger or agitation.
Many people from Heavenly One Academy were also at the base of the tower, inwardly astonished. The enfeoffment decree had arrived at Heavenly One Academy several days ago, and this person had been waiting for Lin Feng for days. Lin Feng had such great face.
Even someone sent by the Imperial Family dared not disturb his cultivation, choosing instead to wait here, not knowing when Lin Feng would finish.
Looking up at the upper levels of the cultivation tower, at that moment, the stone wall of the sealed third layer suddenly moved, slowly sliding open, drawing the gazes of many.
A figure stepped out from within, leaping directly toward the ground, his body plummeting rapidly. Just before he landed, an ethereal aura surged from him, dissipating the momentum of the fall, and he landed steadily.
Clad in a long robe, carrying an ancient sword on his back, light and carefree—it was Lin Feng.
Seeing Lin Feng descend, the man from the Imperial City smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Lin Feng, His Highness has sent me to deliver the enfeoffment decree. From now on, you are the master of Yangzhou City."
As he spoke, the man handed a purple-gold scroll to Lin Feng.
"Thank you for the trouble," Lin Feng said, taking the scroll and opening it. Inside, a line of majestic characters proclaimed him Crimson Blood Marquis, with Yangzhou City as his fiefdom.
"You're welcome. My task is complete. Farewell," the man said with another smile, then turned and drifted away. He had waited here for Lin Feng for several days, merely to hand the decree to him personally—a gesture of sincerity.
Lin Feng put away the enfeoffment decree, a warm smile appearing in his eyes. His gaze shifted, landing on one person in particular—Du Gushang—staring at him with a sinister, terrifying look.
After being humiliated by Lin Feng that day, Du Gushang had returned to his family, wanting to bring people to kill Lin Feng. However, the family forbade him from taking action and ordered him to avoid conflict with Lin Feng from then on.
Lin Feng now bore the mark of Duan Wuya. To kill Lin Feng, one had to at least consider the Second Prince.
Though Du Gushang hated Lin Feng, he was helpless. Without his family's support, he could not kill Lin Feng alone.
Lin Feng looked up at the fourth level of the cultivation tower. The cultivation stone door remained tightly shut. Yunxi should still be cultivating inside.
"Du Gushang, if anything happens to her, I will kill you," Lin Feng said, a sharp, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Du Gushang's gaze froze, a chill enveloping him. It was cold. With just one sentence, Lin Feng made the air turn cold, pressing down on him.
Du Gushang's face was extremely ugly. He had indeed planned to torment Yunxi severely. But Lin Feng was threatening him openly, and facing this threat, he was powerless. This humiliation made Du Gushang's face burn, as if everyone was watching him, laughing at him.
"Remember my words," Lin Feng said coldly. Then, he stepped forward and walked away. The new year was approaching; it was time to return to Yangzhou City.
(End of chapter)