Chapter 29: The Astonishment of Wang Yuandao and His Servant

Chapter 29: The Astonishment of Wang Yuandao and His Servant

Black light surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across half the sky, crushing layers of clouds as its terrifying momentum pressed down upon Juejian Peak.

"Hmm?"

Yang Tao, who had been guiding Li Xinyue in her cultivation, instantly turned solemn, his kind expression hardening as sharp, icy glints flashed in his eyes, like swords slicing through everything.

From the endless black tide emerged a colossal face.

"Mo Wusheng!"

Yang Tao stared at the hundred-meter-tall face, his brow furrowing slightly as his gaze grew even sharper.

"Wang Yuandao, in three days, my disciple Ye Yunqi will face your disciple Chen Feng in the Douwu Hall to settle their grudge." The enormous black face ignored Yang Tao, a cruel smile forming as its massive eyes seemed to pierce through buildings, locking onto the training hall. Its voice boomed like thunder, resonating across the heavens.

Without waiting for a response, the black face dissipated like smoke.

Yet, the majestic voice centered on Juejian Peak, spreading outward in invisible waves, reaching every corner of Huntian Sacred Mountain.

"Mo Wusheng?"

"What mischief is that old man up to now?"

"Mo Wusheng actually took a disciple?"

"Him taking a disciple isn’t surprising, but Peak Master Wang Yuandao also took one?"

"What’s so strange about that? With his lifespan nearing its end, he’d naturally want to pass on his legacy. I’m more curious about what kind of disciple Wang Yuandao took."

"What disciple? We’ll see in three days at the Douwu Hall."

"I heard Wang Yuandao’s disciple has a Mortal Body, devoid of any divine traits."

"Taking in someone without divine traits? Juejian Peak is truly doomed. It might not even last another decade before being disbanded."

"Rumors say Mo Wusheng’s disciple, Ye Yunqi, possesses a King-Level Tidal Bloodline—and not just any ordinary King-Level at that."

"Wang Yuandao’s disciple lacks divine traits and is already at a disadvantage. Will he even accept the challenge?"

"Don’t you know Wang Yuandao’s temperament? He’d rather die than yield!"

Countless divine thoughts intertwined in the void as discussions unfolded.

In the outer sect, Yang Xuening trembled with excitement, her face twisted with venomous hatred.

"Brother Yun, you’re finally going to deal with Chen Feng. You must kill him!"

Chen Feng’s four drum strikes had earned him the status of a True Disciple, elevating his position and privileges far beyond hers. This filled Yang Xuening with immense dread, resentment, and fury.

She wished for Chen Feng’s death every waking moment, her hatred gnawing at her heart like a venomous snake.

Now, the opportunity had finally arrived.

...

Inside the training hall of Juejian Peak, Wang Yuandao’s expression turned grave, his eyes flickering with countless sword lights, as if ready to annihilate everything.

"Mo Wusheng..."

A chilling smile curled at the corners of Wang Yuandao’s lips as his gaze fell upon the cauldron, as though he could see the figure inside.

"You were once defeated by my sword. Now, your disciple will be defeated by mine."

With a splash, a figure leaped out of the cauldron, shaking off all traces of medicinal liquid. By the time he landed, not a single drop remained on his body.

The body before him was nothing short of perfection—skin like polished white jade, glowing with a faint radiance, every muscle sculpted with precision yet exuding a natural harmony, as if brimming with overwhelming power. When restrained, it remained unassuming; when unleashed, it could shatter mountains and split the earth.

Chen Feng swiftly dressed himself again.

Power!

He could clearly feel the immense strength surging within him—not the power of Force, but the raw might of his physical body, now at least ten times stronger than before. In other words, Chen Feng was confident that his physique alone could rival that of a demonic beast of the same level.

The strain and tearing sensation from the second tempering of his Huntian Force had completely vanished.

A single exhale carried the force of wind and thunder, sharp as a sword cleaving through the air—so potent that an ordinary person would be blown back by its sheer intensity.

"Excellent. You have successfully mastered the First Level of the Huntian Sword Body."

Wang Yuandao's sharp, penetrating gaze seemed to see right through Chen Feng as a faint smile touched his lips.

"With your current physical strength, you can endure the first five temperings of the Huntian Force."

"Thank you, Master." Chen Feng bowed deeply, gratitude welling from the depths of his heart.

In just half a day, he had undergone a transformation akin to rebirth, his strength multiplying many times over—all thanks to his master.

Had Wang Yuandao not taken him in as a disciple, he would likely still be languishing in the Disciple Hall, his future uncertain, with no telling when he might rise above mediocrity.

In martial cultivation, falling behind even a single step meant lagging further with each subsequent stride.

If one failed to forge the strongest foundation in the Body Forging Realm, it would be even harder to compete with others in the future.

"Master, how much would that cauldron of medicinal liquid cost?" Chen Feng suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but ask.

"Money?" Wang Yuandao was taken aback by the question, momentarily at a loss for words. After a pause, he replied, "A single Foundation Establishment True Pill is worth a thousand silver taels, and a Blood Coagulation True Pill is worth three thousand. That cauldron of medicinal liquid cannot be measured in gold or silver, but if forced to assign a value... hundreds of thousands of silver taels."

Chen Feng's mind went blank, his head buzzing.

So, in just half a day, he had consumed hundreds of thousands of silver taels?

Even a gold-devouring beast wouldn't be this terrifying.

"Disciple, resources are indispensable in martial cultivation. What you consumed today is indeed substantial, but you must understand—the resources required for your future training will be even greater." Wang Yuandao spoke earnestly.

"Thank you, Master. I feel so comforted." Chen Feng replied with a look of 'deep gratitude.'

"Rest assured, I will provide all the resources you need for your cultivation—until I reach my limit." Wang Yuandao declared, his words carrying the weight of a vow.

Chen Feng felt a torrent of emotion surging within him.

"Disciple, you heard Mo Wusheng's words earlier, didn't you?" Wang Yuandao asked in return. "What is your decision?"

"Fight!" Chen Feng answered without hesitation.

Ye Yunqi!

The humiliation he had inflicted that day would be repaid tenfold.

This was the moment Chen Feng had been waiting for.

He had once thought it would take who knows how long to find an opportunity, yet now, it had come knocking on his door.

"These three days, you must train diligently, striving to reach even greater heights. In three days, crush your enemy with your strongest form," Wang Yuandao said calmly. "Mo Wusheng was once defeated by my sword, and his disciple should likewise fall beneath yours."

"Yes," Chen Feng responded firmly.

With an unlimited supply of Blood Coagulation True Pills and having mastered the First Level of the Huntian Sword Body, Chen Feng was fully confident he could complete the third tempering of his Force within three days. Each tempering doubled its power.

As he continued his training, Chen Feng further realized that the Huntian Sword Force was indeed far more suited for sword techniques. Simply put, using the Huntian Sword Force to execute sword techniques doubled their power compared to the Huntian Force.

"With my current strength, a single ordinary strike would be enough to instantly defeat the version of me before joining Juejian Peak."

"Even the previous Ye Yunqi wouldn’t withstand a single strike from me."

Yet, Chen Feng did not underestimate Ye Yunqi in the slightest. Possessing a King-Class Bloodline’s divine trait and being taken as a disciple by Tiancang Peak’s elder, Ye Yunqi’s cultivation and strength must have advanced by leaps and bounds. Otherwise, he would never have dared to issue this challenge.

……

At the cliffside of Juejian Peak, a figure darted forward, his sword unsheathing in a flash. Twelve sword shadows merged in an instant, coalescing into a single radiant sword light that pierced through the air, leaving behind a dazzling scar of brilliance.

"Senior Brother Chen Feng… his Wind Shadow Sword Technique has grown even stronger," Li Xinyue murmured in awe from the side.

"My Lord, I never expected the young master to elevate the low-grade Wind Shadow Sword Technique to mid-grade and even deduce such a powerful killing move," Yang Tao remarked to Wang Yuandao in a hushed tone, his voice filled with admiration.

For them, elevating a low-grade sword technique to mid-grade was trivial. But they had spent decades immersed in the path of the sword, their own realms towering beyond measure.

Chen Feng, however, was merely an eighteen-year-old youth in the Body Forging Realm—yet he possessed such capability, a testament to his extraordinary comprehension and innate talent for swordplay.

"Once he defeats Mo Wusheng’s disciple tomorrow, I will begin teaching him the Juejian Thirteen Swords," Wang Yuandao said softly.

"This old servant believes that with the young master’s exceptional comprehension and sword talent, he might even master the Juejian Thirteen Swords," Yang Tao chuckled.

"It won’t be so easy. The Juejian Thirteen Swords is, after all, a supreme-grade sword technique, profound and unfathomable. Teaching it to him isn’t with the expectation that he’ll master it in the Body Forging Realm. Rather, it’s to let him familiarize himself with it, laying the foundation for future mastery—and to make him understand that the path of the sword is boundless, demanding a lifetime of relentless pursuit..."

Wang Yuandao’s voice was quiet.

In truth, the Body Forging Realm was ill-suited for cultivating such profound martial arts. Yet, in a sudden impulse, the thought had arisen in his mind—he wanted to try.