Chapter 118: A Powerhouse from the Central Land – Father’s Letter

Chapter 118: A Powerhouse from the Central Land – Father’s Letter

"So powerful!"

Outside the secret chamber, Yang Tao sensed the fluctuations of internal energy within and was inwardly shocked.

The sheer intensity of this internal energy far exceeded his expectations.

It wasn’t that Chen Feng’s internal energy was vastly purer than others. In fact, within the Huntian Sect’s Aperture Opening Realm, there were many whose internal energy surpassed Chen Feng’s in purity and potency—but those individuals had undergone multiple refinements.

Yet, what about the Young Master?

It seemed this was only his first internal energy refinement.

"Internal energy that hasn’t even completed a single refinement, yet rivals the level of other Sect Heirs after three or even four refinements…"

Yang Tao couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.

Those who qualified as Sect Heirs possessed astonishing innate talent and potential. Their initial internal energy after opening their acupoints was naturally of extreme purity, far surpassing ordinary Aperture Opening Realm cultivators.

With each refinement, the purity of internal energy doubled.

Internal energy refined three times would be eight times purer than the initial state. Yet Chen Feng’s initial internal energy could already compare to that of previous Sect Heirs after three or even four refinements—how terrifying!

Yang Tao couldn’t suppress a smile.

The stronger the Young Master’s foundation, the more astounding his potential, the greater his strength within the same realm, and the more limitless his future achievements.

Little did he know, at this very moment, Chen Feng was facing a crisis.

"I was too reckless…"

Chen Feng sighed inwardly as he activated his Destiny Power to strengthen his physique, resisting the overwhelming surge of spiritual energy from the low-grade Spiritual Source.

At the same time, he continuously circulated his cultivation technique to refine it.

However, the spiritual energy was simply too vast and violent, making the refinement efficiency extremely low.

Then—a sudden anomaly!

The Divine Talisman Of Creation trembled slightly before releasing a shocking suction force. The rampaging spiritual energy within Chen Feng’s body was instantly devoured, along with the low-grade Spiritual Source in his hand. In just a few breaths, with a crisp crack, the Spiritual Source shattered.

All the spiritual energy it contained had been completely devoured.

In the next moment, a significantly reduced but far purer force surged out from the Divine Talisman Of Creation.

This energy was only one-tenth of the original amount, but its purity had skyrocketed several times over. Most importantly, it had become incredibly gentle, placing no burden on Chen Feng whatsoever.

Chen Feng circulated his technique to refine this energy, and the difficulty of refinement dropped by more than tenfold compared to before.

The internal energy within each of his acupoints was refined one after another, growing increasingly pure, while the spiritual energy suffusing his body continuously replenished the consumption of the refinement process.

After half a day, Chen Feng finally fully refined that supremely pure spiritual energy. Yet, his Three Hundred and Sixty Acupoints still hadn’t completed their first refinement.

The reason? His foundation was simply too vast, and his initial internal energy was already of unparalleled purity.

He took out another low-grade Spiritual Source, devoured it, and refined it.

Again and again.

Five days later, after consuming a total of ten low-grade Spiritual Sources, Chen Feng’s Three Hundred and Sixty Acupoints trembled in unison. His internal energy surged within them like raging tides, and the aura emanating from him grew increasingly formidable. Three hundred and sixty points of starlight flickered across his body, their radiance intensifying.

His body shuddered slightly, and the surrounding air vibrated violently, surging outward like waves.

The secret chamber trembled, emitting a series of thunderous roars.

"Finally completed the first refinement..." Chen Feng exhaled an extremely long breath, its impact surging like a torrent against the chamber walls, causing them to tremble violently.

Rising to his feet!

Chen Feng felt his strength had grown immensely, as if he could shatter a mountain with a single punch.

Of course, that was impossible—merely an illusion brought on by his heightened power, which quickly faded, signifying Chen Feng's complete and precise control over his newfound strength.

(To be continued...)

"It's time to leave seclusion."

With that thought, Chen Feng pushed open the chamber door and stepped outside.

"Young Master, have you completed your first internal energy refinement?" Yang Tao's eyes seemed to shimmer with a divine glow as he inquired with a smile.

"Indeed," Chen Feng replied.

"Completing the first internal energy refinement in just five days—your talent is truly extraordinary, Young Master." Yang Tao's face lit up with admiration. "For most in the Aperture Opening Realm, the first refinement takes at least a month, sometimes half a year. The Huntian Sect's recorded fastest was ten days. You've shattered that record by a significant margin."

Chen Feng was slightly surprised but merely smiled faintly, not dwelling on it.

After all, what he possessed now was potential, not yet true strength.

What did breaking a record matter?

Without genuine growth and the mastery of formidable power, such accolades were nothing but empty fame.

Seeing Chen Feng's composed indifference, Yang Tao nodded inwardly.

True strength required both talent and temperament.

Some, gifted with talent alone, grew arrogant with minor achievements, unfit for greater responsibilities.

Yang Tao couldn't help but marvel at his lord's impulsive decision back then.

...

"Uncle, Third Uncle."

In the Chen Family hall, Chen Feng bowed respectfully to his elders, sensing their auras had grown significantly stronger.

Clearly, they had opened new acupoints—likely more than one.

But that was to be expected. After opening ten acupoints, their progress had stalled due to limited techniques and resources, leaving their cultivation stagnant yet solid. Now, with the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid and other aids Chen Feng provided, their advancement was inevitable.

Not just them—Chen Yue, Chen Cheng, and Chen Zhuang had also made notable progress, each reaching the Ninth Level of the Body Forging Realm.

The only regret was not knowing his parents' whereabouts.

Years ago, when his father left, letters arrived for the first year—then nothing. No word since.

Returning from the Huntian Sect this time, aside from reuniting with family, Chen Feng had hoped to learn if his father had come back or sent any letters.

Unfortunately, neither had happened.

Chen Feng decided to stay a while longer, waiting for his uncle and third uncle to further their cultivation before returning to the Huntian Sect.

After dining with the Chen Family, Chen Feng spent time guiding their martial arts training before entering seclusion once more.

This time, refining the low-grade Spiritual Source took a full ten days to complete the second internal energy refinement, its power doubling—astonishingly so.

"Uncle, Third Uncle, how many acupoints have you opened now?"

Chen Feng asked in the dining hall.

Chen Changhe and Chen Changfeng both revealed faint smiles without uttering a word. Instead, they activated their internal energy, causing specks of starlight to shimmer across their bodies. Chen Changhe’s form was adorned with thirty points of starlight, while Chen Changfeng had six more, totaling thirty-six points of starlight flickering brilliantly.

Such cultivation had already surpassed the previous level of the Yang Family.

"Uncles, congratulations on your great progress in cultivation," Chen Feng said sincerely, smiling. "I—"

Before he could finish, Yang Tao abruptly stood up, his expression grave, his sharp eyes gleaming as he stared intently at the sky outside.

"Senior…" Chen Changhe, Chen Changfeng, and the other members of the Chen Family were puzzled.

"Uncle Yang, what’s wrong?" Chen Feng immediately asked.

"There’s a powerful presence," Yang Tao said solemnly, his expression growing even more serious.

In the next moment, the sky seemed to be engulfed by a vast expanse of cyan light, descending like an overwhelming tide, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura that surged forth like a raging sea or a storm sweeping across the heavens.

The Chen Family members were struck with horror, but though Chen Feng’s expression was grave, he showed not the slightest trace of fear.

(To be continued on the next page)

After all, he had eight Guardians.

That was just how domineering he was.

Before their eyes, a flicker of light and shadow appeared, and a figure seemed to materialize out of thin air in the courtyard.

The overwhelming cyan light from earlier vanished without a trace, as if it had been an illusion.

The figure was an elegant elder dressed in a cyan robe, his hands clasped behind his back, his stature tall and slender. A serene and harmonious aura emanated from him, yet Chen Feng keenly sensed that within this person’s body lay an astonishing, overwhelming power—like a calm sea surface hiding turbulent undercurrents.

Though the elder appeared composed, a trace of solemnity lingered in his eyes, for he could feel two immensely powerful auras, no weaker than his own, locking onto him.

Confusion churned within him.

"Is this… the Chen Family of Lingshan City?" The cyan-robed elder suppressed his shock and bewilderment, speaking in a voice as gentle and light as a breeze.

"Senior, this is indeed the Chen Family of Lingshan City," Chen Feng replied, rising to his feet and cupping his hands in salute.

"This old man is Chen Tiancheng, hailing from the Central Land," the cyan-robed elder said, a hint of joy seeming to surface on his face. He continued, "Are Chen Changhe, Chen Changfeng, and Chen Feng present?"

"The Central Land…" Chen Feng and Yang Tao’s expressions tightened slightly.

This place was known as the Linghuang Domain, divided into five major regions, with the Eastern Wasteland being one and the Central Land another. However, the distance between here and the Central Land was unimaginably vast.

"Senior, I am Chen Changhe."

"Senior, I am Chen Changfeng."

"I am Chen Feng."

The three of them responded one after another.

"This old man has been entrusted by Chen Changkong to deliver this letter," the cyan-robed elder said, his gaze lingering on Chen Feng with a mix of surprise and inquiry. A letter materialized in his hand, floating over as lightly as a feather.

"A letter from Father!"

Delight flashed in Chen Feng’s eyes as he reached out to catch the letter, eagerly unfolding it.

The letter was lengthy, and Chen Feng read it with great care.

After finishing, he passed it to Chen Changhe and Chen Changfeng, feeling somewhat dazed.

The letter detailed Chen Changkong’s experiences and recent circumstances during his years of searching for his wife. Currently, Chen Changkong was staying at the Chen Family in the Central Land for cultivation—and this Chen Family was none other than the Chen Ancestral Clan.

To put it simply, the Chen Family of Lingshan City also has a significant origin.

Ten thousand years ago, the Chen Family of the Central Land underwent some upheavals, causing its members to scatter and establish roots in various places. Due to various reasons, some of them arrived in Lingshan City and formed the current Chen Family.

During Chen Changkong's search for his wife, he encountered certain opportunities that awakened the Chen Family's Bloodline Divine Trait. By chance, he also met members of the Chen Family and was brought back to the Ancestral Clan.

The letter further mentioned that Chen Changkong now holds a notable position within the Chen Ancestral Clan, which is why a powerful figure from the clan made the long journey to personally deliver this letter.

"Our Chen Family... actually has such a background..." Chen Changhe and Chen Changfeng were equally stunned after reading the letter.

The Yang Family of Lingshan City turned out to be a branch of the Eastern Wasteland's top ten Yang Families, while the Chen Family was a branch of the Central Land's Chen Family.

It all felt incredibly unbelievable.

Such a small city like Lingshan City was truly a place where dragons and tigers hid among the common folk.

"Aside from delivering the letter, I have also come to test whether you possess the Chen Family's Bloodline Divine Trait," Chen Tiancheng said, his gaze still fixed on Chen Feng as if trying to see through him.

Chen Changhe and Chen Changfeng were puzzled, but Chen Feng's mind stirred as he pondered. Before he could dwell further, the elder continued, "No need to waste time. Let the testing begin."