Chapter 65: Peak of the Sixth Level of the Huntian Sword Body

Chapter 65: Peak of the Sixth Level of the Huntian Sword Body

Chen Feng had no idea what the Bun-haired Girl was plotting in her mind. Even if he had known, it wouldn’t have mattered. After all, she had no clue who he truly was. If she sought revenge, she would likely target Ye Wufeng, the Quasi-Sect Heir of Juejian Palace, first—only realizing her mistake when the details didn’t match up.

Even if she came after him later, it still wouldn’t matter. It was nothing more than a petty grudge.

"Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid—enhances qi and blood, a sacred treasure for body refinement..."

Chen Feng didn’t bother asking how the Bun-haired Girl had confirmed it was the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid. Among the seven super first-class powers of the Eastern Wasteland, it was common knowledge that the Yang Family excelled in alchemy and medicine, while the Xiao Family specialized in weapon forging and artifact crafting.

A glimmer of spiritual light flickered in Chen Feng’s eyes as he paused mid-step and retrieved the Jade Vessel, pouring out a few drops.

Each drop was milky white, rolling like mercury beads in his palm, emitting a unique fragrance that stirred his qi and blood. His body instinctively cried out with desire.

"Let’s give it a try," he murmured to himself before tossing the three drops of Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid into his mouth and swallowing them.

Instantly, the three drops unleashed an astonishing surge of power, overwhelmingly potent, as if threatening to burst his body apart. But just as the strain became palpable, an irresistible Devouring force swallowed it whole.

In the next breath, an even purer energy surged forth from the Divine Talisman Of Creation.

Chen Feng felt the refined energy split into two—a smaller portion flooding into his already vigorous qi and blood, while the larger portion merged into his limbs, bones, flesh, and organs.

He could distinctly sense his qi and blood surging like a raging tide, his muscles, bones, and organs trembling as they were rapidly filled and strengthened.

Reacting swiftly, Chen Feng immediately activated the Fifth Level of the Huntian Sword Body.

Tempering, absorbing, enhancing!

Back in the Huntian Sect, his master Wang Yuandao had provided him with numerous spiritual herbs for cultivating the Huntian Sword Body. Reflecting on it now, the herbs he had used were at least mid-grade, with many being high-grade, top-grade, or even beyond.

Thus, his master’s earlier estimate of "hundreds of thousands of silver taels" had been far off the mark.

Or rather, the cost of cultivating the First Level of the Huntian Sword Body might indeed have amounted to hundreds of thousands of silver taels—but that was a broad estimate. Thirty thousand counted, and so did ninety-nine thousand. The margin was vast.

The herbs required for the second level were even more valuable, the third level higher still, and the fourth level yet more exorbitant.

As for the fifth level, his master had frankly admitted he lacked suitable herbs and hoped Chen Feng could find them in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

The Huntian Sword Body was a top-tier body refinement technique, designed to grant a Mortal Body the power to rival divine traits. Achieving this was no simple feat.

Merely obtaining such a supreme method—be it the Huntian Combat Body or the Huntian Sword Body—didn’t guarantee success. Without sufficient and suitable spiritual herbs, it was nothing but a pipe dream.

Now, Chen Feng intended to test whether the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid could aid his cultivation of the Fifth Level of the Huntian Sword Body.

His qi and blood grew increasingly vigorous as the fifth level of the Huntian Sword Body circulated. Chen Feng could clearly feel his physique being tempered and strengthened at an astonishing rate.

It was indeed effective.

However, the power of the three drops of Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid was exhausted before Chen Feng could fully master the fifth level of the Huntian Sword Body. Still, he had made significant progress compared to before.

"There are still nearly a thousand drops left—enough for me to master the fifth level."

This time, Chen Feng swallowed ten drops at once.

Swallowing, refining, absorbing, and tempering—through this entire process, Chen Feng could distinctly sense his physique growing stronger and more formidable.

By the time he had consumed a total of one hundred drops of Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid, his body trembled uncontrollably, as if an electric current had surged within him. Wherever it passed, his body seemed to awaken, as though breaking through some shackle and surpassing its limits.

Strands of immense power linked together, forming a unified force that reverberated throughout his body.

Strong!

This power was incredibly potent, suffusing every inch of his being.

Chen Feng immediately realized that his physique had more than doubled in strength.

This sensation was familiar—it was the feeling of a breakthrough.

In other words, his Huntian Sword Body had advanced from the fourth level to the fifth.

In terms of physical resilience, it was now on par with some of the more formidable Saint-Grade Divine Trait Physiques.

Of course, compared to top-tier divine trait physiques like the Heavenly Apex Sacred Body or the Black Dragon Battle Physique, there was still a gap—unless he achieved the sixth level of the Huntian Sword Body.

Examining himself carefully, Chen Feng found that his skin, muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs had all grown far more robust than before. His qi and blood surged like a raging tide, roaring incessantly, and when he circulated his power, his skin flushed crimson.

He also discovered that the unique traits formed by the Divine Talisman Of Creation's Devour ability—absorbing various Innate Divine Traits to temper his physique—had also been significantly enhanced, nearly doubling in effect.

"So, this is why more Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid is required..."

Seizing the momentum, Chen Feng continued consuming the liquid to temper his body.

This time, he took twenty drops at once, and the tempering effect was even more astonishing. Fortunately, his physique was already strong enough to withstand the instantaneous burst of energy—without the Divine Talisman Of Creation, he wouldn’t have dared to consume it so recklessly.

This was precisely why the Bun-haired Girl had threatened to teach him a lesson and reclaim the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid—she knew how difficult it was to refine.

She never expected someone like Chen Feng to be an exception.

After consuming another three hundred drops, Chen Feng's body convulsed violently as power surged like lightning, shattering his limits once more.

The sixth level of the Huntian Sword Body!

Strong!

Unprecedentedly strong!

Every inch of his skin, every muscle, every tendon, every bone, and every internal organ now brimmed with astonishing power and vitality.

His qi and blood had more than doubled in intensity once again.

"I could crush my former self..." Chen Feng exhaled, his breath howling like a gale and striking the cave wall ten meters away with a dull thud.

As the Huntian Sword Force surged within him, it was continuously tempered, growing increasingly formidable.

The Huntian Sword Force was a fusion of the Huntian Force and the Huntian Sword Body—the stronger the latter became, the more the former improved.

Similarly, with a more robust and abundant reserve of qi and blood as support, the refinement and enhancement of Force would also become significantly more pronounced.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Feng had already elevated his Huntian Sword Body from the fourth to the sixth level in just half an hour. Now, he decided to push further and attempt a breakthrough to the seventh level.

Once he achieved the seventh level of the Huntian Sword Body, his physique would rival that of a God-Grade Divine Trait Physique.

Even if he lacked the unique powers inherent to divine traits, creating some disparity, at the very least, his physical resilience would be on par.

In terms of overall strength, the sixth level of the Huntian Sword Body could only match a relatively strong Saint-Grade Divine Trait Physique, still falling short of the top-tier Saint-Grade.

Thus, the seventh level of the Huntian Sword Body, in terms of comprehensive power, should only be comparable to a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait.

He continued refining.

However, after consuming roughly two hundred drops of Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid, Chen Feng sensed that his Huntian Sword Body had grown considerably stronger—yet it seemed to have reached its limit.

"Is this…?"

"Could it be that the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid has reached its limit and can’t push me to the seventh level of the Huntian Sword Body?"

After careful consideration, Chen Feng arrived at this conclusion.

No matter how one looked at it, the seventh level of the Huntian Sword Body was ultimately a tier that rivaled God-Grade Divine Trait Physiques, fundamentally different from Saint-Grade Divine Traits.

In that sense, it was actually quite reasonable.

"I still have four hundred drops of Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid left—perhaps I can save them for other uses."

Feeling the immense power contained within his physique, as if a volcano had been sealed inside him, Chen Feng couldn’t help but smile. Yet, his expression soon twisted into a mix of amusement and frustration.

After all, with his physique now even stronger, the difficulty of breaking through to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm had increased significantly.

"Still, with my current physical resilience and the steadily improving Huntian Sword Force, if I encounter Lan Junhe again, I shouldn’t have to retreat…" Chen Feng mused inwardly, his fighting spirit surging. He longed to face Lan Junhe once more—and this time, to kill him.

Dismissing the thought, Chen Feng pressed onward.

The deeper he ventured, the more Spiritual Sources he unearthed, and their quality seemed to improve as well.

Along the way, he inevitably encountered those who lacked the sense to back down—unlike the Bun-haired Girl—all of whom met their end beneath his sword.

Chen Feng also Devoured the power of numerous Innate Divine Traits, further enhancing his sixth-level peak Huntian Sword Body and refining his Huntian Sword Force.

This meant his foundation had grown increasingly profound and astonishing.

"Even after Devouring so much divine trait power, the Divine Talisman Of Creation still shows no signs of change…"

After careful observation, Chen Feng sighed.

He had only gained a fraction of its benefits, yet his foundation had improved immensely, and his strength had risen to an unfathomable level—all without any increase in cultivation.

Yet the Divine Talisman Of Creation remained completely unchanged.

This left Chen Feng deeply puzzled, fueling his curiosity about the tome’s origins.

"I must find Mother and ask her for answers."

Chen Feng resolved inwardly.

However, at present, he had no idea where his mother had gone.

"I wonder if Father has returned to the family yet?"

He pondered further.

"Once I break through to the Aperture Opening Realm, I’ll find time to return home."

Continuing deeper, apart from continuously finding Spiritual Sources, Chen Feng did not discover any other treasures similar to the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid, which was somewhat disappointing. Ideally, he would have preferred to directly find a saintly herb or a treasure that could help his Huntian Sword Body break through its limits and advance to the seventh level.

Passing through a fissure, Chen Feng immediately sensed an astonishingly sharp aura descending upon him. It felt as if a sword's edge was pressed against his skin, threatening to slice through his flesh, sending a shiver down his spine.

In that first moment, Chen Feng focused his gaze and saw a young man in a blue robe, just as he was storing a Spiritual Source the size of a human head—radiating pure and immense spiritual energy—into his Void Ring. The young man's sharp eyes then locked onto Chen Feng, carrying an overwhelming sharpness, as if his gaze alone could cut through everything.

"A swordsman, yet not a Juejian Palace disciple. Who are you? State your name..."