Chapter 35: Rise from the Ashes to Cultivate the Sword Body Again

Chapter 35: Rise from the Ashes to Cultivate the Sword Body Again

At Tiancang Peak, within a blood pool, a figure slowly rose and stepped out. The crimson liquid dripped continuously from his body as he walked forward. With each step, his aura surged, growing more refined and powerful, far surpassing his previous state.

"Master, my injuries have fully healed," Ye Yunqi said as he knelt respectfully before a black-robed elder.

"Good," Mo Wusheng replied, his profound eyes seemingly piercing through Ye Yunqi’s body as he nodded in satisfaction. "Not only have your injuries healed, but your Tidal Bloodline has also undergone its initial transformation, advancing to the Saint-Level."

At this thought, Mo Wusheng’s heart bled. His disciple had been severely wounded and left on the brink of death by Wang Yuandao’s disciple. To save him, Mo Wusheng had been forced to expend many of his treasured rare herbs. But then he reconsidered—since he was already making the effort, he might as well go all out. Not only would he fully heal his disciple’s injuries, but he would also seize this opportunity to break through and rebuild, further elevating Ye Yunqi’s bloodline to the Saint-Level.

To achieve this, Mo Wusheng had to pay a heavy price, digging into his long-held reserves and even exchanging Contribution Points with the sect for many high-value resources.

However, the transformation of an innate divine trait carried immense risk, with the success rate far lower than the failure rate—only one in ten. Fortunately, it had succeeded. His efforts had not been in vain.

"Wang Yuandao, my disciple’s bloodline has now transformed and ascended. Not only is his potential greater than before, but his strength has also surpassed his previous level," Mo Wusheng thought, his hatred bubbling up as he recalled how Wang Yuandao had wounded him with a single sword strike, forcing him to flee. "I may not be able to defeat you, but my disciple will absolutely crush yours. I’ll make sure you die with your eyes wide open in regret."

"Disciple, first adapt to your enhanced bloodline, then challenge the Huntian Battle Tower," Mo Wusheng instructed Ye Yunqi.

"Yes, Master," Ye Yunqi responded immediately before voicing his confusion. "Master, didn’t you previously say there was no need to challenge the Huntian Battle Tower at this stage?"

"Wang Yuandao’s disciple just completed his challenge at the Huntian Battle Tower and claimed the fourth rank on the Hidden Dragon Ranking," Mo Wusheng said calmly.

"Chen Feng!"

Ye Yunqi clenched his fists, a surge of hatred rising like a tidal wave within him. His eyes turned blood-red, brimming with killing intent.

"Master, rest assured. I will first suppress Chen Feng on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, then challenge him openly and crush him before everyone’s eyes."

"No need to rush," Mo Wusheng countered. "For now, focus only on surpassing Chen Feng on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. After that, devote yourself entirely to cultivation. Strive to reach the Eleventh Level of the Body Forging Realm before the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm opens. Once inside, you can seek opportunities for further transformation—and incidentally, eliminate Chen Feng within the secret realm."

"The Hidden Dragon Secret Realm can only be entered by those in the Body Forging Realm. The battles inside are beyond outside interference. Even if Wang Yuandao possesses strength comparable to the Dao Integration Realm, he will be powerless to intervene," Mo Wusheng continued, his sharp eyes gleaming with cold light.

Since he couldn’t defeat Wang Yuandao directly, he would seek revenge through other means. And Wang Yuandao’s personal disciple was the perfect target.

If his disciple could crush and kill Wang Yuandao's disciple within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, Wang Yuandao might just rage himself to death upon finding out, unable to even wait the ten years of lifespan he had left.

The thought alone brought Mo Wusheng immense joy.

"Yes, Master. This disciple will spare no effort in cultivation and dominate the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm," Ye Yunqi declared with resolute determination, his voice firm and unwavering.

With his bloodline elevated to the Saint-Level, he indeed had the qualifications to do so.

...

Gu Yuan Peak.

"Fourth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking—impressive, but true prodigies don't bother with such lists. If I were to challenge anyone, it would be those on the Strongest Ranking," Xiao Xuanwu murmured to himself.

Had he ever visited the Huntian Battle Tower, the first place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking wouldn't belong to someone else.

"Master is right. That Chen Feng isn't worthy of being my opponent."

"My true rivals should be those from the Three Palaces and Nine Halls."

...

Three Palaces and Nine Halls.

"Fourth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking..."

"Hah..."

"Just a game for clowns."

...

The news of Chen Feng challenging the Huntian Battle Tower and securing fourth place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking spread like a storm throughout the Huntian Sect.

Some were astonished, while others scoffed. Regardless, Chen Feng's name, already known for defeating Ye Yunqi not long ago, once again reached everyone's ears, his reputation growing even louder.

At this very moment, Chen Feng, having returned to Juejian Peak, was summoned by his master Wang Yuandao to the training chamber.

"I heard you challenged the Battle Tower. Any gains?" Wang Yuandao asked with a smile.

"Master, this disciple has mastered the first form of the Juejian Thirteen Swords," Chen Feng replied truthfully.

"Oh?" Wang Yuandao was momentarily stunned before his eyes blazed with excitement. He himself had practiced the Juejian Thirteen Swords and knew full well how difficult it was to comprehend and master.

After all, he had only succeeded in learning the first form after reaching the Aperture Opening Realm.

Yet his disciple, still in the Body Forging Realm, had mastered the first form in just a day's time—such speed was utterly astonishing, unprecedented in Juejian Peak's history.

"Perhaps it's not impossible for Chen Feng to inherit the position of Juejian Peak's master within ten years."

Lost in thought, Wang Yuandao soon spoke again.

"Chen Feng, your foundation is solid and stable. It's time to begin the second stage of the Huntian Sword Body cultivation."

Hearing this, Chen Feng's heart trembled with mixed emotions—joy and dread intertwined.

The joy came from knowing that mastering the second stage of the Huntian Sword Body would further enhance his physique, elevate his potential, and strengthen his combat prowess.

The dread stemmed from the fact that he would once again become a human ingredient in a medicinal cauldron.

That experience had been seared into his bones.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Yuandao tossed rare herbs emitting radiant multicolored lights into the massive cauldron—over a hundred in total, causing Chen Feng's eyelids to twitch and his heart to shudder.

Last time, he had been ignorant and fearless, unaware of just how valuable those ingredients were.

This time, the number of rare herbs seemed nearly double the previous batch—wouldn't that amount to millions of silver taels?

But Chen Feng was no longer a clueless novice.

Within the Huntian Sect, many things couldn't be measured in mere silver.

Then, Wang Yuandao poured out another stream of dazzling, starry river-like liquid, resembling a rushing river that surged into the cauldron, submerging most of it and soaking the rare herbs within. The radiant glow of the herbs intertwined with the starlight of the liquid, growing ever more resplendent.

Beneath the cauldron, flames ignited, blazing fiercely without cease, growing increasingly intense.

The water inside the cauldron gradually began to boil, the dazzling starlight and radiant hues continuously merging, forming a spectacle of swirling mist and brilliant colors—magnificent and awe-inspiring.

"Get in."

Wang Yuandao's emotionless voice reached Chen Feng's ears.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng shuddered with Force, immediately shedding his clothes before leaping into the cauldron.

The moment his body entered the cauldron, an overwhelming, molten-metal-like scorching heat enveloped him entirely, rapidly seeping into his body. The sheer intensity of the sensation twisted Chen Feng's expression, nearly forcing a scream from his lips.

Wang Yuandao then released strands of sword energy, sending them into the cauldron where they fragmented into countless fine threads, merging with the medicinal liquid before seeping into Chen Feng's body.

The cultivation of the Huntian Sword Body required sword energy as a guide.

Originally, Wang Yuandao had not intended to teach Chen Feng so soon, planning to wait until Chen Feng could cultivate sword energy on his own. However, as a Mortal Body, Chen Feng could endure at most two temperings of Force without body refinement, ultimately limiting his foundation and potential. Thus, Wang Yuandao had no choice but to intervene early, using his own sword energy to assist.

For a powerhouse comparable to the Dao Integration Realm to personally aid in body refinement with sword energy—what an extraordinary privilege.

Even ordinary True Disciples were unworthy of such treatment.

Like countless needles piercing every inch of his body, the excruciating pain intensified. Chen Feng nearly shattered his teeth from clenching them so hard, forcing himself to endure the agony as he activated the Huntian Sword Body Second Stage.

Under his guidance, the chaotic medicinal liquid infused with fragmented sword energy gradually became orderly.

The pain slowly lessened.

That immense power began circulating along the pathways of the Huntian Sword Body Second Stage, tempering his physique.

Sensing that Chen Feng's cultivation inside the cauldron had stabilized, Wang Yuandao couldn't help but smile faintly.

This disciple of his never failed to impress.

"Exceptional comprehension, a physique capable of efficiently refining and absorbing medicinal pills, formidable mental fortitude, unyielding perseverance, and an unwavering resolve—you already possess all the qualities necessary to become a true powerhouse..."

"This master believes that one day, your true name will resound across the Eastern Wasteland..."