Chapter 85: A Respectful Call of "Senior Brother"

Chapter 85: A Respectful Call of "Senior Brother"

"The essence of a Primordial Spirit King is truly remarkable..." Chen Feng let out a slight sigh, a hint of joy flashing across his face.

The effect far surpassed that of a Primordial Spirit General's essence, providing an exceptionally noticeable refinement to his body.

The Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm forged Copper Skin Iron Bones, with Force surging like tides.

The Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm forged Golden Muscles Jade Bones, with Force as Hard as Steel.

The Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm did not forge anything new. Instead, it comprehensively refined every aspect of the body, further excavating one's potential to lay an unparalleled foundation. The Force would also grow even stronger—Force as Mighty as a Dragon.

On the surface, it seemed like nothing was achieved, but in reality, it was far more difficult.

Because it was Sublimation.

Golden Muscles Jade Bones already represented the limit of the Body Forging Realm, and Sublimation meant breaking through that limit, transcending the extreme.

It was an elevation of one's very essence!

"The essence of a Primordial Spirit King is extraordinary, but the strength of a Primordial Spirit King is equally formidable."

"Fortunately, I can now maintain the Sword Unity Realm for up to twenty breaths. By using it intermittently, I can extend its duration and hunt even more Primordial Spirit Kings."

The third layer of the cave had once been a place only those of exceptional strength in the Aperture Opening Realm dared to enter.

Now, it had become Chen Feng's personal hunting ground.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

At the entrance of the Primordial Spirit Cave, figures emerged one after another.

Every person who stepped out bore a vastly different aura compared to when they had entered three days prior. Clearly, they had all reaped tremendous benefits from hunting Primordial Spirits and absorbing their essence, achieving significant improvements.

Xiao Xuanwu stepped out of the cave entrance.

"Senior Brother Xiao!"

"Senior Brother Xiao's aura... Could he have broken through?"

"Indeed. I was fortunate enough to advance to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm," Xiao Xuanwu replied, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Without the opportunity provided by the Primordial Spirit Cave, it would have taken him at least several more months of arduous cultivation to reach this stage. Yet now, it had taken only three short days.

A few breaths later, another burly figure emerged from the cave, his overwhelming aura pressing down on those around him.

Yuan Hualong!

"Greetings, Senior Brother Yuan!"

The crowd bowed in unison.

"Junior Brother Xiao, congratulations on your breakthrough to the Twelfth Transformation," Yuan Hualong said with a nod, his gaze sweeping over the group before settling on Xiao Xuanwu, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Senior Brother Yuan, congratulations on your own great progress as well," Xiao Xuanwu replied, sensing the significantly stronger aura emanating from Yuan Hualong compared to three days prior. He smiled and added, "Perhaps soon, our Huntian Sect will witness the birth of another Supreme Body Forging Realm cultivator."

"It won't be that easy," Yuan Hualong shook his head.

The further one progressed in cultivation, the more one realized how arduous the path became. Breaking through to the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm to forge an unparalleled foundation was no simple feat.

It was difficult—as difficult as ascending to the heavens!

Why were God-Grade Divine Traits so astonishing, granting their bearers the direct status of Saint Son?

Because those with God-Grade Divine Traits had an eighty to ninety percent chance of advancing to the Supreme Body Forging Realm. In contrast, those with divine traits below the God-Grade inevitably had inferior potential, with only a minuscule chance of breaking through to the Supreme Body Forging Realm.

"I'll train hard for a few more months and see. If I still can't break through, then I'll have no choice but to prepare for advancing to the Aperture Opening Realm," Yuan Hualong murmured to himself.

Indeed, spending a few more years would grant me a great chance to achieve the Supreme Body Forging Realm, but that would take too long. Sometimes, when a breakthrough is imminent, delaying it further may not be beneficial.

A burst of laughter echoed from the cave entrance as a petite figure darted out, light as a feather. A formidable aura radiated from that small frame, surging in all directions, harmonizing with the heavens and earth, as if resonating with the world itself.

"Oh..."

The Elder, who had been silently waiting, fixed his gaze, a glint of delight flashing in his eyes.

The others, sensing that aura, couldn't help but show astonishment.

"Is the Primordial Spirit Dao Body truly this astonishing?" Yuan Hualong and Xiao Xuanwu, the most perceptive among the disciples, muttered inwardly, their hearts bitter.

After all, their Black Dragon Battle Physique and Heavenly Apex Sacred Body were no weaklings.

Yet, the Primordial Spirit Dao Body was an exceptionally suitable divine trait for cultivation, surpassing even the Heavenly Apex Sacred Body and Black Dragon Battle Physique in grade—a semi-God-Grade Divine Trait with the potential to evolve into a true God-Grade Divine Trait.

Though the other disciples weren't as perceptive as Yuan Hualong and Xiao Xuanwu, they still clearly felt the oppressive aura emanating from Han Daoling.

The Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm!

A disciple who had only joined the sect three months ago, initially at the Ninth Level of the Body Forging Realm, had now surpassed them all, advancing to the Twelfth Transformation.

"Not just a fresh breakthrough—his strength is on par with mine," Yuan Hualong thought, his bitterness deepening.

After all, he had already reached the Twelfth Transformation half a year ago. Over these six months, he had naturally progressed further, and the three days of hunting Primordial Spirits and absorbing their essence had given him the equivalent of several months, if not a full year, of arduous cultivation. Though he hadn't yet reached the peak of the Twelfth Transformation, he was close.

Yet, Han Daoling's aura was even stronger than his.

"Where is Chen Feng?"

Han Daoling wore a smug smile, brimming with arrogance and pride. His gaze swept around, but when he failed to spot Chen Feng, he openly inquired—without adding the respectful title of "senior brother."

"Junior Brother Han, Junior Brother Chen became a Sect Heir Candidate before you. You should address him as senior brother," Yuan Hualong said with a frown.

"Yuan Hualong, your cultivation is now inferior to mine," Han Daoling sneered. "From today onward, all of you—whether it's you, Yuan Hualong, or Chen Feng—must call me senior brother."

Yuan Hualong's expression stiffened, his eyes flashing coldly.

The other disciples also frowned, silently thinking Han Daoling had grown far too arrogant.

"Junior Brother Han, you may be speaking too soon."

A voice as gentle as a spring breeze flowed from the cave entrance. Then, a tall and agile figure strode out, his steps unhurried, as if strolling through a garden. Cloaked in divine radiance, he emerged from the endless darkness.

Han Daoling's eyes immediately sharpened, blazing with intensity.

In the next moment, Han Daoling's aura surged, multiplying several times over, pressing down like a bursting flood, crashing toward the figure stepping out of the cave.

Chen Feng couldn't help but show a trace of surprise.

This aura had almost reached the Peak of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

"As expected of the Primordial Spirit Dao Body..."

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel inwardly shocked.

To advance from the Peak of the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm to nearly the Peak of the Twelfth Transformation in just three days—such progress would take someone like Yuan Hualong over a year to achieve.

Yet, the Primordial Spirit Dao Body was this astonishing.

And this was only a semi-God-Grade Divine Trait. If it were a true God-Grade Primordial Spirit Dao Body, how much more terrifying would it be?

It would undoubtedly reach the true Peak of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

No wonder Han Daoling was so unbridled—he truly had the capital to be arrogant.

"Chen Feng, do you feel it?"

Han Daoling unbridledly released his aura, pressing down on Chen Feng while laughing wildly.

"Tremble beneath my presence..."

"Now, bow to me three times and respectfully call me 'senior brother.'"

"Han Daoling, Junior Brother Han," Chen Feng replied calmly, completely unaffected by his oppressive aura. "I may not be qualified to teach you cultivation, but at the very least, I can teach you that while arrogance is permissible, there must be limits—otherwise, it becomes sheer ignorance."

The moment his words fell, an overwhelming, tyrannical aura erupted from Chen Feng's body.

Like a bursting dam or an inverted sea, it stirred countless gales, howling in all directions.

An unparalleled might spread outward.

Han Daoling's full-force oppressive aura was first resisted—then, in the next breath, completely shattered, as if cleaved apart by a sharp sword.

Chen Feng's aura was not only vast and domineering but also contained astonishing traits, all condensed together like an invisible, unstoppable blade.

The Elder nearby couldn't help but narrow his eyes, a trace of astonishment flashing within them.

Yuan Hualong, standing to the side, felt his eyes bulge uncontrollably.

This aura... this might...

It truly evoked a deep, instinctive tremor and awe.

Han Daoling, bearing the brunt of it, found his overwhelmingly powerful aura being pushed back inch by inch under Chen Feng's pressure, collapsing without any resistance.

In just a single breath, Chen Feng's aura reversed and pressed down upon him.

Only when that terrifying might fell upon him did Han Daoling realize just how overwhelming and horrifying it was.

It was like a mountain collapsing, a tsunami surging—unstoppable, sweeping away everything in its path.

Han Daoling felt the air before him being forcibly expelled, a suffocating pressure assaulting him.

His body swayed under the crushing weight of Chen Feng's aura, forcing him to take an involuntary step back.

"Impossible!"

Han Daoling's face turned ashen as he roared hysterically, desperately channeling all his strength to release an even fiercer aura in resistance.

But against Chen Feng's boundless, razor-sharp might, all resistance was futile.

The Primordial Spirit Dao Body was indeed extraordinary—but Chen Feng's Huntian Sword Body at the sixth level peak, combined with his supreme foundation and Sword Force, was equally terrifying.

One could say... it was an Inverse Mortal Body!

Oppression!

An unrelenting, tsunami-like oppression.

Unstoppable!

"The limit of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm..." the elder muttered to himself, his aged face brimming with excitement. "The Huntian Sect may witness the birth of another Supreme Body Forging Realm cultivator."

Throughout history, how many Supreme Body Forging Realm cultivators had emerged in the Huntian Sect?

Very few!

It was the ultimate goal for any cultivator in the Body Forging Realm.

Yet, the Huntian Sect had not seen a single one in the last thousand years.

"Junior Brother Han, compared to your progress, does mine surpass yours?" Chen Feng unleashed his overwhelming aura, fixing his gaze on Han Daoling as he posed the question with deliberate calm.

Han Daoling clenched his teeth, desperate to deny it but finding no grounds to do so.

"It seems Junior Brother Han is well aware of the truth. In that case..." A faint smile appeared on Chen Feng's jade-like handsome face. "Why not bow and address me respectfully as your senior brother?"

"I..."

Han Daoling tightened his fists, his heart filled with unwillingness.

Yet, he still had his own pride.

Indeed, his progress paled in comparison.

Taking a deep breath, Han Daoling suppressed his shock and frustration.

"Han Daoling pays his respects to Senior Brother Chen... Han Daoling pays his respects to Senior Brother Chen... Han Daoling pays his respects to Senior Brother Chen..."

After bowing three times and loudly declaring his acknowledgment, Han Daoling immediately turned and strode away, his dignity shattered beyond repair.

"Good boy."

Chen Feng responded with a mocking laugh.

Han Daoling, already in mid-step, stumbled and nearly fell.