Chapter 95: The Possibility of Invincibility in the Same Realm

Chapter 95: The Possibility of Invincibility in the Same Realm

Unprecedented!

Utterly shocking!

No words could fully capture the excitement and astonishment that swept through the entire Huntian Sect at this moment.

"Chen Feng... Chen Feng..."

Yuan Hualong's lips trembled uncontrollably.

He had indeed challenged the Strongest Body Forging Ranking of the Huntian Sect before, but unfortunately, he couldn't even defeat the 100th-ranked cultivator.

After all, the ranking spanned nearly 30,000 years since the founding of the Huntian Sect—an unimaginably long period, enough for ordinary people to undergo hundreds of cycles of life and death.

Over the past three years, with each annual intake of disciples, countless peerless geniuses and even monstrous talents had emerged.

Especially during the Huntian Sect's peak era, their numbers were staggering.

To rank among the top 100 was an astonishing feat in itself.

Yuan Hualong had personally experienced this.

Even though he possessed a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait, comparable to some of the ancestors on the Strongest Body Forging Ranking, there were still gaps in his cultivation, martial arts, and combat techniques.

He needed further tempering, more refinement, before he could hope to defeat the 100th-ranked cultivator.

Yet while he was still honing himself, Chen Feng had repeatedly succeeded in his challenges. And now, he had even defeated the Huntian Sect's founding ancestor—the Huntian War Emperor!

Did this not mean that Chen Feng had now surpassed the Huntian War Emperor in the same realm?

How terrifying!

Xiao Xuanwu was also deeply shocked, rendered speechless for a long time.

When Mo Wusheng received the news, he fell into a state of utter despair.

He was inferior to Wang Yuandao, and now Wang Yuandao had achieved Dao Integration.

His disciple was also inferior to Wang Yuandao's disciple, and had even perished in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

And now, Wang Yuandao's disciple had defeated the Huntian War Emperor in the same realm.

He was lost, unsure of what to do.

...

At the Huntian Palace.

"To think our Huntian Sect could give birth to such a prodigy..." Tuoba Wuxiang murmured, his expression dazed, unable to articulate the emotions swirling within him.

But he had to admit—they had misjudged Chen Feng back then.

No one had expected Chen Feng to reach this point, not even his master, Wang Yuandao.

"With this child, our Huntian Sect may rise again," the Elders exclaimed joyfully.

The Huntian Sect had been declining year after year, desperately in need of hope.

And now, Chen Feng was like a torch in the darkness, bringing hope to everyone.

Without hope, people are like walking corpses. But with even the faintest spark of hope, they find motivation.

Chen Feng was that spark.

"No matter what, we must ensure Chen Feng's growth."

"Indeed. Since he has surpassed our ancestor in the same realm, it means his foundation is even stronger, his potential limitless. In the future, becoming a Saint will be no challenge for him. He might even reach the Quasi-Emperor realm, or perhaps contend for the title of Emperor. Our Huntian Sect will surely rise again, surpassing even its peak. Therefore, Chen Feng must not be allowed to come to harm."

"I propose keeping Chen Feng within the sect until he achieves Dao Integration."

"Agreed. With the full strength of the sect protecting him, even if the Tianyuan Sacred Land makes a move, they won't be able to touch him."

One by one, the Elders voiced their support, unanimously agreeing on this course of action.

Chen Feng must not be allowed to perish.

Otherwise, the flame of hope for the Huntian Sect would be extinguished.

Han Daoling as their hope?

They had certainly considered it, but deep down, they all understood that no matter how formidable Han Daoling was, he could never compare to the ancestor—indeed, the gap was vast. After all, Han Daoling had neither opened Hidden Treasures nor mastered Destiny Power, and he couldn’t even rank among the top ten strongest in the history of the Huntian Sect. If not for Chen Feng, Han Daoling wouldn’t have been regarded as a beacon of hope. But now, with a true gem before them, the situation had changed.

"I understand the elders' sentiments, but this approach is inappropriate," Tuoba Wuxiang spoke up, his words immediately silencing the gathered elders. "Every elder knows that a sword's edge is honed through grinding. Keeping Chen Feng within the Huntian Sect and shielding him would be like nurturing a flower indoors—it may bloom beautifully, but it cannot withstand the storms. Throughout history, no true powerhouse has ever been coddled into greatness. They must endure trials and tribulations, growing stronger through wind and rain. Only then can they forge an Invincible Heart. Why does our Huntian Sect use the Huntian Drum to test disciples' foundations? To avoid producing Pill Jars. If we confine Chen Feng under our protection, how would he be any different from a Pill Jar in the end?"

Tuoba Wuxiang's words left all the elders in contemplative silence. Of course, they understood this logic perfectly well. It was merely the emergence of hope that had unsettled their judgment.

"The sect master speaks wisely, but..."

"Ah..."

"Only through storms can one see a rainbow—we all know this principle. It’s just... we can’t help feeling unwilling. If our Huntian Sect were still in its prime, we wouldn’t need to be so cautious."

The strength of a sect naturally carries deterrence. The more powerful a faction, the greater its intimidating presence. When others consider acting against its members, they must carefully weigh the consequences. Conversely, if a faction is weak, there’s no need for hesitation—it can even be uprooted entirely. In its heyday, the Huntian Sect was not a sacred land but surpassed one, standing unrivaled among super first-class powers and on par with the three great sacred lands. At that time, even the three sacred lands would think twice before targeting them.

"I have an idea. Why don’t we do this and that..." One elder’s eyes gleamed as he proposed a solution.

"Excellent! Who said a Guardian must be limited to just one?"

"Well said! This old man will take responsibility without hesitation."

"Count me in as well..."

One after another, the elders voiced their support.

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Juejian Peak

"Congratulations, my lord! My deepest congratulations..." Yang Tao, who had brought Chen Feng back, was so excited he could barely speak coherently.

"Compose yourself," Wang Yuandao said to Yang Tao with measured calm, though his trembling hands betrayed his inner exhilaration.

Peerless in the same realm—this was a widely circulated concept, but few could truly achieve it. Or rather, it was relative, limited to certain contexts or regions. But now, he saw in his disciple the potential for genuine, absolute peerlessness—unbound by time, place, or opponent. No matter who you were or where you came from, if you stood in the same realm, you would be inferior.

The Huntian Sect’s ancestor, the Huntian War Emperor—what a mighty figure he had been. Yet even he had been defeated by his disciple in the same realm.

Wang Yuandao's heart was so excited it could hardly be more so, ten times more than when he achieved Dao Integration.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, was relatively calm—perhaps he had already experienced his excitement and now returned to tranquility.

"Master, I was wondering what connection exists between our Juejian Peak and Juejian Palace?" Chen Feng voiced the doubt in his heart.

"Traitor!" A flash of coldness and killing intent flickered in Wang Yuandao's eyes. A terrifying aura surged forth, sharp and bone-chilling, as if it could slice through everything, making Chen Feng shudder as if subjected to a thousand cuts.

"This matter... I would have told you sooner or later. Since you ask now, I shall explain." Wang Yuandao withdrew his overwhelming aura and killing intent before continuing, "Our Huntian Sect was founded 29,997 years ago, while Juejian Peak was established 29,000 years ago."

"Our founder, Tianjue Sword Venerable, took in two disciples back then, both possessing divine traits in swordsmanship—extraordinary talents. Especially the second disciple, whose swordsmanship divine trait reached the God-Grade level."

"Thousands of years later, the second disciple attained sainthood. Yet, the founder passed the position of Peak Master to the elder disciple instead. This greatly displeased the second disciple, who then abandoned Juejian Peak and defected from the Huntian Sect."

As Wang Yuandao recounted the tale, Chen Feng gradually came to understand.

When the second disciple defected, the Huntian Sect naturally could not ignore it and sent pursuers. However, many were slain, and the second disciple ultimately escaped and vanished.

Several thousand years later, that second disciple returned, now with the strength of a Quasi-Emperor, and founded Juejian Palace.

This was the origin of Juejian Palace.

As for why the founder passed the position to the elder disciple rather than the second, historical records stated that the elder disciple was honest and kind-natured, while the second was the opposite—cold-hearted, ruthless, and extremely radical. The founder deemed him unfit for the role of Peak Master and thus did not pass it to him.

After the Huntian Sect began to decline, Juejian Palace frequently targeted them.

There were also some karmic reasons behind this.

"Since its founding, Juejian Palace has consistently claimed that our Huntian Sect's Juejian Peak stole their Juejian techniques—specifically, the Juejian Thirteen Swords. Unfortunately, our Juejian Peak has also declined over generations, leaving us powerless to seek justice."

"Master, rest assured. One day, this disciple will suppress Juejian Palace with my sword and restore the honor of our Juejian Peak." Chen Feng declared resolutely, each word carrying an unshakable determination as firm as mountains and seas.

Wang Yuandao felt deeply gratified.

"Disciple, since you have already claimed the top spot on the Strongest Body Forging Ranking, there is no need to remain in the Body Forging Realm any longer. It is time to advance to the Aperture Opening Realm," Wang Yuandao said.

"This disciple will now enter seclusion to break through."

Chen Feng responded without hesitation.

"By the way, Master, back when I was in the mortal world, I obtained some Crimson Vein Fruits for refining Meridian Opening Pills..." Chen Feng suddenly recalled.

Wang Yuandao shook his head.

"Meridian Opening Pills refined from Crimson Vein Fruits are the most basic kind, only suitable for opening meridians below the Tenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. They are utterly useless for the Tenth Transformation and beyond."

Chen Feng was stunned.

All this time, he had kept those twelve Crimson Vein Fruits, only to find out they were completely worthless in the end.

"With your foundation, unless the Meridian Opening Pills are refined from saintly herbs, they will be entirely useless." Wang Yuandao's words left Chen Feng stunned once more.

This means that attempting to open the acupoints would be extremely difficult for me, doesn't it?

"Disciple, there's no need to worry. With your foundation, you no longer require any external assistance. Your own strength is sufficient to break through the acupoints," Wang Yuandao said with a smile. "The Aperture Opening Realm involves opening the acupoints, converting Force into internal energy, and filling them completely. The human body has a maximum of 360 acupoints, divided into 180 Visible Acupoints and 180 Hidden Acupoints..."

Chen Feng listened attentively.