Chapter 81: The Confidence of the Primordial Spirit Dao Body

Chapter 81: The Confidence of the Primordial Spirit Dao Body

Before the Huntian Palace, streaks of light swiftly descended, gathering in the area.

"Senior Brother Chen."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Chen."

"It's been months since we last met, Senior Brother Chen. Your aura has grown even more profound—your strength must have improved again."

As Chen Feng arrived, the gathered geniuses greeted him one after another, their faces filled with smiles.

If one were to ask who currently held the highest prestige among the Body Forging Realm disciples of the Huntian Sect, the answer would undoubtedly be Chen Feng.

In the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, he had turned the tide single-handedly, slaying dozens of prodigies and supreme prodigies from the Tianyuan Sacred Land. Moreover, he had sacrificed the saintly herb to save the lives of dozens of Huntian Sect disciples. Such feats had earned him unparalleled prestige—who could compare?

"Junior Brothers," Chen Feng responded with equal courtesy.

"Senior Brother Xiao," Chen Feng greeted Xiao Xuanwu with a cupped fist.

"I dare not accept such a title, Senior Brother Chen," Xiao Xuanwu hurriedly returned the gesture.

Previously, he had been comfortable with Chen Feng addressing him as "Senior Brother," but now, things were different. Chen Feng was a Sect Heir Candidate, while Xiao Xuanwu remained a Quasi-Sect Heir.

He couldn’t help but recall the grand claims Chen Feng had made during Yuan Hualong’s celebration, which had been dismissed as arrogance at the time. Yet, one by one, those claims had come to pass.

"Junior Brother Chen," Yuan Hualong arrived shortly after, immediately greeting Chen Feng with a smile. "When will your celebration be held? This Senior Brother can hardly wait to attend."

Initially, Yuan Hualong had paid little attention to Chen Feng. But now, he held him in the highest regard.

At Yuan Hualong’s question, the other disciples also pricked up their ears, eagerly awaiting Chen Feng’s response.

"My master is still in seclusion. Once he emerges, arrangements will be made," Chen Feng replied with a smile.

"Senior Brother Chen, please remember to notify this Junior Brother when the time comes," the other disciples chimed in.

"Of course, of course," Chen Feng assured them with a smile.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the Huntian Palace, hands clasped behind his back. His long hair fluttered, each strand seemingly imbued with a faint glow, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Junior Brothers, and this one… who bears no divine trait fluctuations—you must be Chen Feng of Juejian Peak, Senior Brother Chen, correct?"

The newcomer’s gaze carried an overwhelming pressure, his divine light sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Chen Feng.

It was as though he sought to see through Chen Feng entirely.

Chen Feng, in turn, studied the man.

His shimmering hair was extraordinary, his skin as lustrous and smooth as white jade. His delicate features and small, refined face made it difficult to discern his gender at a glance—though the presence of an Adam’s apple confirmed it.

His frame was slender—no, more accurately, petite.

He stood a full head and neck shorter than Chen Feng.

Yet… his aura was anything but ordinary. At the peak of the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, it left Chen Feng inwardly astonished. Truly, this was the mark of a divine trait exceptionally suited for cultivation. His presence was astonishingly profound and pure, as if in perfect harmony and resonance with the surrounding world. At first glance, anyone could tell he was no ordinary individual.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Han."

Many disciples promptly bowed in respect.

"Junior Brother Han," Yuan Hualong greeted him at a measured pace.

Chen Feng now understood—this was none other than Han Daoling, the Primordial Spirit Dao Body who had struck the drum five and a half times.

This was their first meeting, and indeed, Han Daoling lived up to his extraordinary reputation.

"Junior Brother Han," Chen Feng greeted in turn.

"Senior Brother Chen Feng, I heard you killed quite a few disciples from the Tianyuan Sacred Land in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. Not bad." Han Daoling's delicate face wore an air of calm assurance, but his tone sounded like an elder praising a junior, leaving the surrounding disciples momentarily stunned.

Chen Feng nearly laughed aloud.

"Junior Brother Han, Senior Brother Chen's actions in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm dealt a heavy blow to the Tianyuan Sacred Land and saved many of our fellow disciples in the Huntian Sect. 'Not bad' doesn’t even begin to describe it," Yuan Hualong couldn't help but retort.

"My wording was indeed inadequate," Han Daoling replied with a faint smile. "It’s also a pity I joined the Huntian Sect a year late and missed the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. Otherwise, the Tianyuan Sacred Land wouldn’t have just lost a few disciples—the Tianyuan Saint might not have left alive, let alone lost his saintly herb."

The atmosphere instantly turned icy.

"Junior Brother Han, confidence is good, but too much confidence becomes blind arrogance," Yuan Hualong said sharply, though Chen Feng remained silent.

"In three months since joining the sect, my cultivation has risen from the Ninth Transformation to the peak of the Eleventh Transformation. Given a year, I will undoubtedly reach the Supreme Body Forging Realm. If I had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, wouldn’t I have suppressed everyone?" Han Daoling countered, his gaze fixed on Yuan Hualong.

His tone carried no aggression, yet beneath its calmness lay an overwhelming confidence—as if his words were an indisputable truth.

But could one truly advance from the Ninth Transformation to the Thirteenth Transformation in just a year?

Even the three great Saints had failed to achieve such a feat.

Though the Primordial Spirit Dao Body was highly suited for cultivation, whether it was truly possible remained uncertain.

"If Junior Brother Han possesses such capability, it would naturally be a boon for our Huntian Sect," Chen Feng replied evenly, neither hurried nor slow.

Anger? Retaliation?

Unnecessary.

As a senior brother, he had to maintain some decorum.

At its core, Han Daoling was merely flaunting his talent. Whether he could deliver on his claims was still unknown, but regardless, it had little to do with Chen Feng—unless Han Daoling displayed clear hostility or intent to target him.

Only then would retaliation be warranted.

Hearing Chen Feng’s indifferent response, Han Daoling frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Too bland.

Normally, shouldn’t someone so "looked down upon" by him feel anger, retort, and ultimately be crushed by his irrefutable facts, weeping in admission of their own insignificance?

Half a year ago, he had been mocked and oppressed for his frail physique and weak strength. But after awakening his divine trait and activating the Primordial Spirit Dao Body, everything changed.

Those who had once ridiculed and oppressed him now knelt before him in repentance.

Even those who had never wronged him had to acknowledge their inferiority in his presence.

No exceptions.

Not even in the Huntian Sect.

Before him, tigers must crouch, and dragons must coil.

"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Yuan, and all my junior brothers, it won’t be long before you realize what an honor—and what a tragedy—it is to share the same generation as me, the possessor of the Primordial Spirit Dao Body," Han Daoling concluded.

The crowd fell silent.

No one responded further—some lacked the standing to dare, while others simply chose not to.

The elders were naturally aware of these exchanges, but they saw no need to intervene. Minor conflicts among disciples were best resolved on their own.

"Now that all disciples have gathered, follow this elder," a slightly aged voice rang out. A slightly hunched figure appeared before them and began walking ahead.

Han Daoling immediately took the lead, striding forward without hesitation, and the other disciples followed suit.

They had all come in response to the sect’s decree, yet none knew the exact reason. Now, they were about to find out.

Under the guidance of the hunched elder, the group passed through a corner of Huntian Palace and ventured deep into the back mountains. The further they went, the more it felt as though they were descending.

Finally, they stopped before a pitch-black cave entrance.

"Disciples, our Huntian Sect possesses a cultivation holy land known as the Primordial Spirit Cave," the elder turned to face them. His kindly face bore a gentle smile as he spoke at a measured pace. "The Primordial Spirit Cave is suitable for those in the Body Forging and Aperture Opening Realms. However, this time, the opportunity is reserved for you, the Body Forging Realm disciples."

"Within it, Primordial Spirits dwell. By slaying them, you can obtain Primordial Spirit Essence. Absorbing and refining it will allow your cultivation to advance rapidly—without any side effects."

Hearing this, the disciples' eyes gleamed with excitement.

"If such a cultivation holy land exists, why has it only opened now?" Han Daoling demanded bluntly. "Could it be… prepared specifically for me? After all, I possess the Primordial Spirit Dao Body, and this holy land is called the Primordial Spirit Cave."

"Ah…" The elder was momentarily stunned by Han Daoling’s sheer confidence but still explained, "Normally, the Primordial Spirit Cave opens once every ten years. However, due to certain circumstances, our Huntian Sect’s Primordial Spirit Cave has remained closed for a century. This time, the decision was made to reopen it, and you disciples happen to be present at the right moment. That said, the Primordial Spirits within the cave will indeed be of great assistance to your Primordial Spirit Dao Body. It may even help you evolve it to a God-Grade level."

Han Daoling’s eyes brightened, and he grinned.

"I knew it. The Primordial Spirit Cave must have been prepared for me," he declared once more.

"Disciples, remember this elder’s words," the elder continued. "The Primordial Spirit Cave is indeed a cultivation holy land, but that does not mean it is without danger."

"The Primordial Spirits within the cave are divided into three types…"