Chapter 14

"Blood Ginseng actually has such a good effect."

Zhao Feng was somewhat incredulous.

He originally thought that even with the help of a 200-year-old Blood Ginseng, it would take two to three days to break through to the third level of Martial Arts, but unexpectedly, it only took one day to succeed.

Zhao Feng then thought, if everyone who took Blood Ginseng had such good results, then those above the fourth level of Martial Arts, True Martial Artists, wouldn't be so valuable.

In the end, he came up with three reasons:

First, he had never taken such precious herbs before, so his absorption of the Blood Ginseng's effects was very strong.

Second, the "Qi Pushing Technique" had reached the third level, making Zhao Feng's blood and qi strength surpass that of a typical third-level Martial Artist even when he was at the second level.

Third, after integrating the mysterious eye, Zhao Feng felt his body's flesh and blood slowly changing, giving him a sense of being "remodeled."

After successfully breaking through to the third level, Zhao Feng experienced a brief moment of joy and gradually calmed down.

After all, in the Zhao family, breaking through to the third level of Martial Arts at his age could only be considered excellent, not a true genius.

For example, the genius "Zhao Yufei" from the same branch, had already reached the peak of the third level of Martial Arts two months ago, and even developed the aura of "Martial Arts Internal Strength," clearly a quasi-Martial Artist.

"With my current strength, I should be able to fight with experts like Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian, but I have no absolute confidence in winning."

Zhao Feng assessed calmly.

After all, Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian practiced high-level techniques, at least reaching the minor accomplishment level, and were not half-baked like Zhao Kun.

Over the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his cultivation in the inn.

While practicing the "Qi Pushing Technique," he noticed a faint low hum when his blood and qi circulated.

Zhao Feng activated his left eye and found that a faint bluish-red aura was faintly visible between his flesh and blood.

"The 'Qi Pushing Technique' is approaching the third level's perfection. My blood and qi strength is not inferior to the peak of the third level of Martial Arts, and can even rival quasi-Martial Artists like Zhao Yufei and Xin Fei."

Zhao Feng's face showed joy.

Once the "Qi Pushing Technique" reaches the third level's perfection, he can attempt to understand and cultivate Martial Arts Internal Strength.

To reach this level, even the peak of the third level of Martial Arts is generally not enough; at least the level of a quasi-Martial Artist is required.

After consolidating his realm, Zhao Feng left the inn, preparing to return to the Zhao clan.

As for the other two Blood Ginsengs, he had no plans to take them for the time being.

Just as Zhao Feng walked out of the inn, a beggar in tattered hemp clothing nearby had his eyes light up and quickly ran away.

"Grandpa Xin, he's out!"

The beggar in hemp clothing walked to a nearby tavern and said to a young man in light armor.

"Good, here's your silver."

The young man in light armor's lips curled into a cold smile.

...

After leaving the inn, Zhao Feng walked a few miles and entered a secluded alley. Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps from behind.

Swoosh, swoosh—

He saw two or three figures leap over the rooftops, chasing him from behind.

Who are they!

Zhao Feng's body steadied, and he quickly turned around.

"Kid! If you want to leave unscathed, leave behind 10,000 taels of silver!"

Three members of the Xin family surrounded Zhao Feng in a triangle.

The one speaking was a young man in light armor.

Xin Gang!

Zhao Feng's expression turned cold as he immediately recognized the young man in light armor.

The three Xin family members all had the third level of Martial Arts cultivation, with Xin Gang being the strongest, reaching the peak of the third level.

"10,000 taels of silver? Just the three of you?"

Zhao Feng stood calmly with his hands behind his back.

He had spent nearly 10,000 taels of silver in Yuyang City and still had more than 10,000 left, clearly indicating that these people had a plan.

"Kid, don't be arrogant! Last time, I was injured and let you win by chance. Today, the three of us will reclaim the loss from 'Hengyun Tianlin.'"

Xin Gang said with a grim face.

"Hmph... That day, dealing with the Green-Headed Tiger King, one of our Xin family members was injured, and you alone took 60% of the profit. Don't you fear choking on a snake trying to swallow an elephant?"

A Xin family member behind him had a look of unwillingness and greed in his eyes.

"Enough talk! Quickly take him down to avoid any complications."

A Xin family member on the left shouted and kicked out with a powerful wind.

Instantly, the three Xin family members, including Xin Gang, launched their attacks on Zhao Feng.

"Ha, a bunch of rabble."

Zhao Feng laughed lightly, and his body "soared" up to seven meters, landing on the wall of a nearby house.

With ease, he dodged their frenzied attacks.

"Don't let him escape!"

Xin Gang roared and was the first to leap up, pouncing on Zhao Feng.

"Escape?"

Zhao Feng's face showed mockery, and the "Qi Pushing Technique" instantly activated. He used the "Piaolingdu" light body technique, his body turning into a blur as he swept past the wall.

Not good!

Xin Gang was greatly alarmed, feeling a suffocating pressure from the side.

Bang—

Xin Gang, still in mid-air, barely blocked a punch and felt a powerful force like an angry dragon surge towards him, sending him flying.

Ah!

Xin Gang spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed into a stone wall, shattering a few bricks.

"This kid's strength is probably at the level of a quasi-Martial Artist. I can't even take one hit from him."

Xin Gang's vision almost went black, and he quickly warned his companions, "Xin Yu, Xin Chen, be careful—"

However, before he could warn them, another cry of pain came from his side.

"Ah..."

Another Xin family member was punched several meters away, breaking his bones on the spot.

"Run!"

The last Xin family member, terrified, ran away.

However, he had only taken a few steps when a gust of wind came from behind.

Bang!

He didn't even have time to react, and his vision went black as he fainted...

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng was faster than a third-level Martial Arts practitioner who had practiced a high-level light body technique, and could even rival a fourth-level Martial Arts practitioner.

"This time, I'll let you off, but if you dare to provoke me again, I won't be lenient!"

Zhao Feng coldly glanced at Xin Gang, leaped up, and flew away like a light swallow.

"What terrifying strength, and that terrifying speed..."

The young man beside Xin Gang was completely stunned.

"This Zhao Feng, who just advanced to the third level of Martial Arts, already has the strength comparable to a 'quasi-Martial Artist.'"

Xin Gang took a deep breath, still feeling the lingering fear.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's strength could definitely match Xin Fei, far surpassing him.

After dealing with Xin Gang and his group, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao clan's territory.

Entering the outer layer of the clan, some familiar Zhao clan members looked at Zhao Feng with surprise.

"When did Zhao Feng advance to the third level of Martial Arts?"

These outer layer members were amazed by Zhao Feng's cultivation.

After all, just twenty days ago, Zhao Feng was still a first-level Martial Arts practitioner.

"Yesterday, I heard that this kid got a big break in 'Hengyun Tianlin,' killing the ferocious beast 'Green-Headed Tiger King' with Xin family members and taking more than half of the profit while they were in trouble."

Some well-informed Zhao clan members said.

"A ferocious beast is worth two to three thousand taels of silver. This kid must have bought extremely precious herbs to rapidly improve his cultivation."

"Breaking through with external help, what's so great? People like that often have very poor combat skills."

...

Nearby, some Zhao clan members were either envious or scornful and dismissive.

A smile appeared on Zhao Feng's lips; he didn't expect the news of his killing the "Green-Headed Tiger King" to spread so quickly within the clan.

Ignoring these people, Zhao Feng walked straight ahead.

After a short while.

Zhao Feng returned home.

The first person he saw was his mother, Zhao Shi, sewing clothes.

"Father, Mother, here are 1,000 taels of silver."

Zhao Feng walked into the house and placed a stack of silver bills on the table.

"Silver? 1,000 taels?"

Zhao Shi was stunned, picking up the silver bills on the table.

Moreover, his father, Zhao Tianyang, also came over, his face full of surprise.

"1,000 taels of silver, where did you get so much money?"

Zhao Tianyang asked in surprise.

Especially when he noticed that his son's cultivation had reached the third level of Martial Arts, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The situation is like this..."

Zhao Feng briefly recounted his experience in Hengyun Tianlin.

After listening to his son's story, Zhao Tianyang and Zhao Shi exchanged glances, feeling both surprised and somewhat skeptical.

After all, Zhao Feng had never shown such remarkable performance before.

However, as parents, who wouldn't want their children to excel?

Returning to his room.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, looking around the dilapidated house and courtyard, and murmured, "The clan martial arts meeting is still more than a month away. If I become an inner-layer member... my parents' status and treatment in the clan will also improve."

Closing his eyes, Zhao Feng focused his mind on his left eye.

In the dark space, the pale green spiral halo had extended to three feet.

When Zhao Feng was at the first level of Martial Arts, the pale green spiral halo was one foot long, and at the second level, it was two feet long.

Now, after advancing to the third level, its length had reached three feet.

As the spiral halo extended, Zhao Feng found that his left eye's ability had greatly improved, allowing him to see the details of things within a ten-mile radius, and his reaction and mental strength had also increased.

Thinking about this, he began to "decode" the subsequent content of Piaolingdu.

After advancing to the third level of Martial Arts, Zhao Feng's left eye's ability improved, and the decoding speed greatly increased.

The more he decoded, the more content of Piaolingdu was revealed.

One-third... one-quarter... one-fifth...

The progress was rapid!

Late at night.

When Zhao Feng was exhausted, Piaolingdu was almost completely decoded.

At this moment.

Zhao Feng held his breath and read the subsequent information.

"This light body technique is actually..."

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with astonishing light, which was quickly replaced by a look of wild joy!

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