Chapter 115: No Longer the Same

Chapter 115: No Longer the Same

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

A figure burst forth with astonishing speed, darting toward the back of the hall.

Seeing this, Chen Feng made no move to stop them.

He was curious to see what tricks the Yang Family had up their sleeves.

And just who was this so-called "Young Master Yang Lin"?

Instinctively, Chen Feng sensed that the changes in the Yang Family were likely deeply connected to this Yang Lin.

After several dozen breaths, footsteps echoed from behind the hall.

There were two sets—one hurried, the other steady and light, as if the person was utterly confident.

A figure emerged first from behind the hall’s screen—the Yang Family elder who had just left. Following closely, another figure stepped out.

Clad in a green robe, one hand clasped behind his back, the other idly toying with a piece of green jade, he exuded an air of calm composure. A faint, almost imperceptible green light seemed to shimmer around him, giving him the bearing of a noble young master.

Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of this person.

Wasn’t this the mysterious owner of the Beast Arena in Huntian City of the Great Xia Kingdom?

Chen Feng remembered clearly—back then, the man had summoned him, seemingly intending to say something, only to lose interest and dismiss him with a wave.

Summoned and dismissed at will!

It was precisely that moment that had further solidified Chen Feng’s resolve to train harder and master greater strength, to never again allow himself to be ordered around or looked down upon.

"Young Master Yang Lin!" The Yang Family Head rushed forward at once, bowing deeply as he pleaded, "Please, lend us your aid."

The green-robed youth, Yang Lin, swept his gaze across the room before settling on Chen Feng’s face. His brow furrowed slightly.

There was something vaguely familiar about this young man, yet he couldn’t recall where he might have seen him before.

"So, it seems you’re the Yang Family’s backer," Chen Feng said coolly, staring at the green-robed youth without offering any explanation.

"Indeed," Yang Lin replied calmly, though his tone carried a hint of caution. "And who might you be?"

He found himself unable to see through the other party, and thus dared not underestimate him.

"Young Master Yang Lin, this man is named Chen Feng, the young master of the Chen Family in Lingshan City. Over a year ago, he joined the Huntian Sect," the Yang Family Head interjected before Chen Feng could respond.

"A disciple of the Huntian Sect…" Yang Lin studied Chen Feng, the sense of familiarity growing stronger.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck.

"So it’s you." Yang Lin finally remembered—the insignificant figure from his Beast Arena over a year ago. Instantly, the caution in his heart dissipated, replaced by disdain. "You joined the Huntian Sect over a year ago, yet now you’ve left. Either you were expelled, or you’ve broken through to the Aperture Opening Realm."

"It seems your talent isn’t entirely lacking if you managed to reach the Aperture Opening Realm in just over a year."

"However, this Yang Family is a branch of my Yang Ancestral Clan. You will not be allowed to run wild here."

A relaxed smirk crept onto Yang Lin’s face, his eyes now brimming with condescension.

At the same time, an overwhelming aura surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing down upon Chen Feng as if to crush him beneath its weight.

Yet Chen Feng remained unmoved, as if he felt nothing at all.

"The Yang Ancestral Clan…" Chen Feng’s eyes sharpened, as if recalling something.

"Indeed, our Yang Ancestral Clan ranks among the top ten powers of the Eastern Wasteland," the Yang Family Head declared with pride, lifting his chin arrogantly.

Chen Feng suddenly understood.

So that was it—the Yang Family of Lingshan City actually had such a background.

But this was nothing extraordinary. The Yang Family, being one of the top ten powers in the Eastern Wasteland, was naturally vast, with numerous branches. It wasn’t unusual for some branches to have scattered over the years, only to be rediscovered by chance.

The current Chen Feng was no longer the ignorant youth he once was.

"A mere Qi Sea Realm cultivator—are you certain you wish to stand up for this Yang Family?" Chen Feng countered with a faint smirk. "Even Yang Zhiming lacks the qualifications for that."

"You think just because you know a little about my Yang Family and can resist my aura pressure, you can dare to provoke me?" Yang Lin's expression turned icy as he sneered. "It seems I must teach you a lesson so you learn your place."

With those words, Yang Lin raised a palm, his vast internal energy surging forth, condensing into a hazy radiance that exuded an increasingly terrifying might.

Boom!

His palm struck like raging waves crashing against a reef, the force deafening and overwhelming.

A dreadful pressure filled the hall, causing everyone present to pale. The Yang Family members, along with Chen Changhe and Chen Changfeng, felt as though they had been plunged into a stormy sea, battered by monstrous waves, barely able to breathe.

Chen Feng shuddered as tiny points of starlight ignited across his body.

A total of 270 radiant stars shimmered with dazzling brilliance, like a sky full of constellations.

The Yang Family members, Chen Changhe, and Chen Changfeng froze in shock.

Yang Lin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

270 points of starlight—that meant 270 acupoints had been unlocked, consisting of 180 visible acupoints and 90 hidden acupoints.

Even he, as a member of the Yang Ancestral Clan, had not opened so many.

It wasn’t that the Yang Clan lacked techniques to unlock 270 acupoints—only the most elite members were granted access. Someone of his status could only cultivate a lesser technique, unlocking 240 acupoints at most.

After all, unlocking acupoints required both talent and resources.

The more one unlocked, the greater the resources needed.

No faction could afford to supply everyone with such resources—choices had to be made.

For example, within the Huntian Sect, Outer Sect Disciples could only unlock visible acupoints, while Inner Sect Disciples could unlock a few hidden ones. Core Disciples could unlock more, and only True Disciples were granted the best techniques to unlock the maximum number.

The fact that Chen Feng had unlocked 270 acupoints left Yang Lin utterly stunned.

This proved that Chen Feng was not merely an Outer or Inner Sect Disciple of the Huntian Sect—he was at least a True Disciple.

But since he had already made his move, there was no turning back.

He would suppress Chen Feng first and deal with the consequences later.

Sensing the terrifying power behind Yang Lin’s palm strike, Chen Feng’s expression turned grave. He unleashed the full force of his 270 acupoints, the starlight blazing even brighter—but it still wasn’t enough.

The power of the Seventh Layer Huntian Sword Body erupted completely.

Faintly, the resonant hum of a sword seemed to reverberate, its majestic aura spreading as divine light encircled the scene.

Then, the Destiny Power hidden deep within his body surged forth like a raging torrent, flooding every inch of his being. His already formidable physique was further enhanced, radiating an overwhelming presence—lofty as the heavens, profound as the earth. Words could hardly describe it.

Bathed in the glow of Destiny Power, Chen Feng shone with divine brilliance, his aura rising like misty radiance, as if he were a peerless divine scion.

Heart-Sword Unity!

Second Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

Facing a Qi Sea Realm cultivator whose cultivation far surpassed his own, Chen Feng dared not hold back even the slightest. He unleashed his full strength.

The Flowing Cup Sword left its sheath, its blade trembling as if struggling to withstand Chen Feng’s power. The very air was split and shattered in its wake.

An unparalleled sword light slashed forth—one that could sever the heavens, cleave the earth, and annihilate all living things.

The sword’s might reached its zenith, condensed to the extreme.

The void itself seemed to split under that strike, plunging the surroundings into darkness, save for a single strand of divine radiance dividing heaven and earth.

A deafening explosion erupted.

The sword light shattered, and the Flowing Cup Sword trembled violently, emitting a piercing screech. Chen Feng was sent flying back several meters, his feet carving two charred trails into the ground, wisps of white smoke rising from the impact.

His qi and blood, vigorous as a dragon’s, roiled violently. His immensely powerful internal energy teetered on the verge of collapse.

Chen Feng felt suffocated, his chest tight as blood surged up his throat, nearly spilling out.

Yet, instead of despair, an overwhelming sense of exhilaration surged from the depths of his heart.

An Aperture Opening Realm cultivator had blocked a strike from a Qi Sea Realm expert!

A full two major cultivation realms surpassed!

This alone proved the sheer might of his strength—a testament to his unshakable foundation.

"With power like this, I should be able to dominate the Huntian Sect’s ranking of the strongest Aperture Opening cultivators..." Chen Feng mused inwardly.

Yang Tao’s eyes flickered with astonishment, his shock beyond measure.

An Aperture Opening cultivator had withstood a Qi Sea Realm attack!

Even if it was just an ordinary Qi Sea Realm cultivator, their internal energy, refined and enhanced repeatedly, had long reached an immensely formidable level.

A supreme genius wielding a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait would still be utterly incapable of contending with a Qi Sea Realm expert while still in the Aperture Opening Realm.

Even against some of the stronger Meridian Forging Realm cultivators, victory would hardly be assured.

Yang Tao’s heart swelled with excitement.

He felt even more grateful for his master’s impulsive decision to take Chen Feng under his wing.

Otherwise, they would have missed out on this monstrous talent, and Juejian Peak would have inevitably declined, possibly even being dissolved—leaving its legacy to be claimed by another peak.

Yang Lin’s palm strike had also been shattered. His expression twisted dramatically, his mind flooded with indescribable shock.

He, a Qi Sea Realm cultivator—and not just any ordinary one—had failed to suppress an Aperture Opening Realm junior with a single strike.

Even though he had only used thirty percent of his strength.

After all, he had broken through to the Aperture Opening Realm at the Peak of the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, opened 240 acupoints, and refined his internal energy four times before advancing to the Qi Sea Realm. His strength was several—if not ten—times greater than that of an ordinary Qi Sea Realm cultivator.

Yet thirty percent of his power, enough to suppress most Qi Sea Realm experts, had failed against an Aperture Opening cultivator.

This defied all reason.

"Shadow Uncle, subdue him!" Yang Lin, shaken to the core, barked the order without hesitation.

At this point, there was no room for retreat.

First, suppress him, then deal with the rest.

After all, the Yang Family was also ranked among the top ten powers of the Eastern Wasteland and would never be weaker than the Huntian Sect.

A mere True Disciple of the Huntian Sect was nothing to be overly wary of.

The moment Yang Lin's voice fell, a mysterious yet overwhelmingly powerful aura suddenly emerged, directly enveloping Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's body trembled uncontrollably, as if a thousand mountains had descended upon him. His strength was completely suppressed, rendering him immobile. A shadowy figure then appeared above him, spreading a dark void that pressed down relentlessly.

It was as if it sought to devour and suppress everything.

Though Chen Feng was immobilized by the pressure, his expression remained unchanged, and not a trace of fear flickered in his eyes.

Having initially tempered his Invincible Heart, coupled with his extraordinarily resilient willpower, his body might be suppressed—but his spirit never would be.

Not even a Dao Integration Realm expert could achieve that.

Moreover, the current pressure was far from that of the Dao Integration Realm.

"Seeking death!"

A voice brimming with killing intent abruptly rang out, followed by a sword aura that surged across the sky, filling the surroundings.