Chapter 58

The air-breaking finger force, it worked!

Zhao Feng's heart was stirred, and a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face.

At this moment, if there were other martial artists present, they would certainly be shocked: to use martial arts inner force from a distance, could this young boy's cultivation have already reached the level of a Seventh Rank Martial Arts Master?

It is well known that only Seventh to Ninth Rank "Qi-Breaking Stage" martial artists can condense and emit inner force from a distance.

This is a level that ordinary martial artists dream of but find unattainable!

But.

Zhao Feng was not a Martial Arts Master; his cultivation had only recently broken through to the Sixth Rank.

All of this was thanks to the breakthrough of the fourth level of the "Star-Pointing Finger" technique.

At the fourth level of the "Star-Pointing Finger," one can condense and emit finger force from a distance without needing to reach the Seventh Rank.

Of course, this top-tier martial art is several times more difficult to cultivate than other martial arts of the same rank. Even Zhao Yusong, back in the day, stopped at the third level.

Zhao Yusong once speculated that the "Star-Pointing Finger" might even be a semi-saint-level martial art.

Even some geniuses would need to reach at least the Seventh Rank to cultivate the "Star-Pointing Finger" to the fourth level.

Therefore, it was almost unheard of for someone like Zhao Feng to be able to condense and emit finger force from a distance before reaching the Seventh Rank.

Break!

Zhao Feng's index finger pointed into the air again, and a pale green finger force shot out, striking a window about two meters away.

Pfft!

The window paper was punctured, leaving a small hole. The remaining force of the finger force carried a sharp, piercing sound.

The "Star-Pointing Finger" had just broken through to the fourth level, and its power was not great, equivalent to only about half of Zhao Feng's own attack power.

Even so, Zhao Feng's full-strength finger force from a distance could "point-kill" ordinary martial artists.

Over the next two days, Zhao Feng practiced and consolidated the fourth level of the "Star-Pointing Finger."

In his mind, he further refined the grand momentum and intent he had comprehended from Xin Wuheng and the young girl.

Among them, the method of condensing inner force under the grand momentum and intent of Xin Wuheng made Zhao Feng's "Star-Pointing Finger" progress rapidly and even become more powerful.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft…

Zhao Feng's index finger continuously pointed into the air, emitting several finger forces in succession.

Now, his finger force from a distance, within two meters, was equivalent to about 60-70% of his own attack power. If it exceeded two meters, the power of the finger force would significantly weaken and eventually dissipate.

If Zhao Feng were willing, he could almost "point-kill" the vast majority of martial artists below the Seventh Rank with the "Star-Pointing Finger."

In the left eye space, the pale green halo had expanded to about six feet. If he encountered the gray-robed old man again, Zhao Feng was confident he would not be so embarrassed.

Huff~

Zhao Feng walked out of the house, and the air outside carried a refreshing fragrance.

"Brother Zhao Feng has been in seclusion recently. I guess he must have made a breakthrough."

Zhao Yufei walked over with a smile.

"After the Genius Summit, I had some insights."

Zhao Feng smiled and said, masking his true intentions.

These days, he had been in seclusion mainly to recover from his injuries. That night, when he faced off against a Seventh Rank Martial Arts Master, he was also seriously injured.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yufei became interested.

As neighbors, the two often met and sparred.

Zhao Feng still kept his cultivation at the Fifth Rank, and during the sparring, he occasionally displayed a hint of grand momentum and intent, harmonizing with the natural forces of heaven and earth.

Zhao Yufei's progress was incredible; she had also cultivated a top-tier martial art.

Spirit Wind Slash!

Her jade-like hands emitted a layer of pale purple aura, and her martial arts inner force condensed like a blade, adhering to the surface of her palm. The strange and changing slashes could easily cut through rocks and iron, with astonishing attack power.

"Spirit Wind Slash? When did you start cultivating this top-tier martial art, Yufei?"

Zhao Feng asked in surprise.

Zhao Yufei's "Spirit Wind Slash" was almost as profound and powerful as his "Star-Pointing Finger."

The advantage of the "Spirit Wind Slash" lay in its sharpness and speed.

The "Star-Pointing Finger," on the other hand, pursued the ultimate concentration of attack. At the fourth level, it could emit finger force from a distance without needing Seventh Rank cultivation.

"Hehe, after the Genius Summit, Yufei became a rising star, bringing glory to the family. This is the reward given by the Zhao clan's elders."

Zhao Yufei looked delighted.

Is that so?

Zhao Feng was somewhat taken aback. He had been in seclusion for days and was not aware of external affairs.

"Didn't Brother Zhao Feng receive any rewards?"

Now it was Zhao Yufei's turn to be puzzled.

"No!"

Zhao Feng shook his head.

Logically, his ranking at the Genius Summit was higher than Zhao Yufei's, even placing first among his peers, so he should have received a reward.

"You can ask the elders of the clan about this matter."

Zhao Yufei looked puzzled.

During the sparring, Zhao Feng also learned another shocking piece of news.

Xin Wuheng, who had tied for first place with him at the Genius Summit, had suddenly disappeared after leaving the summit that day.

"The summit has been over for ten days. Could Xin Wuheng have disappeared without a trace, with no news at all?"

Zhao Feng frowned, feeling that this matter was not so simple.

After the Genius Summit, he had been pursued by the elders of the Qiu family, facing numerous dangers.

Could Xin Wuheng have also been pursued…

Zhao Feng shook his head. He couldn't figure it out, and besides, Xin Wuheng had no relation to him and they had no particular connection.

After the sparring, Zhao Feng bid farewell to Zhao Yufei and walked out of the house.

"Since Zhao Yufei received a reward, I should have one too…"

Zhao Feng thought to himself, feeling confident.

After all, he had won first place at the summit.

Now that Xin Wuheng had disappeared, he was the undisputed first among his peers in Yuyang City!

Soon, Zhao Feng arrived at the Xuanwu Pavilion and quickly met Zhao Yusong.

"Uncle Zhao!"

Zhao Feng greeted the current Xuanwu Pavilion elder with a smile.

"You must be here to inquire about the clan's rewards for you, right?"

Zhao Yusong looked slightly tired but knew Zhao Feng's purpose.

"Exactly that matter."

Zhao Feng didn't hide it.

Zhao Yusong looked at him, his eyes showing more appreciation and care: "To achieve first place at the summit, this accomplishment far exceeds my expectations…"

"Uncle Zhao is too kind. Without your support, it would have been difficult for me to tie with Xin Wuheng."

Zhao Feng said humbly.

"Not arrogant or impatient, you are indeed a promising talent. A few days ago… I requested from the clan head to strive for your entry into the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion."

Zhao Yusong paused.

The third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion!

Zhao Feng's heart raced.

In the Zhao clan, the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion has always been a legend, not open to the public.

The second floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion already had a few top-tier martial arts. So what level of martial arts would the third floor have?

Zhao Linlong's arrogance at the Genius Summit clearly had some basis, most likely related to the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion.

"The third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion, although it does not have saint-level martial arts, does have some fragments of saint-level martial arts for martial geniuses to comprehend. Those with insufficient cultivation and insight would find no meaning in entering the third floor. For a long time, the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion has not been opened. However, Zhao Linlong was given a rare opportunity to enter the third floor with a cultivation below the Seventh Rank."

Zhao Yusong explained.

So that's what the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion is like.

Zhao Feng showed a look of realization.

Zhao Linlong won first place at the clan martial arts competition, his talent surpassing several generations of Zhao clan descendants, and being the adopted son of the clan head, he was given an exception to enter the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao, for striving for this opportunity for me."

Zhao Feng looked grateful.

"Unfortunately, I never expected the clan head to firmly reject it."

Zhao Yusong sighed, shaking his head.

Rejected?

Zhao Feng felt a chill in his heart, feeling very disappointed.

Zhao Linlong merely won first place among the Zhao clan's peers and was given an exception to enter the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion.

And he himself won the title of the first rising star in the entire Yuyang City, yet he could not enter the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion?

Could it be just because he was a branch clan descendant, while Zhao Linlong was the clan head's adopted son?

"Why did the clan head reject it?"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, wanting to hear the clan head's reasons.

"Let me ask you, after the Genius Summit, did you meet the first beauty of Yuyang, Qiu Mengyu?"

Zhao Yusong asked in a serious tone, emitting a powerful aura of oppression.

The oppressive aura of a Seventh Rank martial artist, like a mountain pressing down, made it difficult to breathe, was so clear.

"Yes, that's true."

Zhao Feng was taken aback, suddenly realizing something.

The Zhao clan and the Qiu family have always been in opposition in Yuyang City. As a branch clan descendant, his private meeting with Qiu Mengyu indeed made him vulnerable to criticism.

"The bodies of Zhao Tianjian and the others, after analysis, were found to have died from a finger technique similar to the 'Star-Pointing Finger.'"

Zhao Yusong stared at him intently, continuing.

Star-Pointing Finger?

Zhao Feng remained calm, feigning surprise: "Could the clan suspect that these two were killed by me?"

"Of course not. With your Fifth Rank cultivation, how could you possibly kill them?"

Zhao Yusong shook his head.

Indeed.

Zhao Tianjian and the others had reached the Sixth Rank, even the peak of the Sixth Rank, and were among the older generation's strong figures in the Zhao clan, all cultivating top-tier martial arts.

Any rational person would understand that the murderer was unlikely to be Zhao Feng.

Of course, this is just according to common sense…

Zhao Yusong could never have imagined that the real murderer was right in front of him.

"But someone informed the clan head that you met Qiu Mengyu privately after the Genius Summit. And that night, Zhao Tianjian and the others died near the clan's gate. Zhao Yijian, the son of Zhao Tianjian, along with several clan elders, suspect that you colluded with the Qiu family to kill his father, Zhao Tianjian."

Zhao Yusong took a deep breath, his tone becoming solemn.

First, Zhao Feng met Qiu Mengyu privately, which is a fact.

Second, Zhao Tianjian and his son had a grudge against Zhao Feng and died on the night Zhao Feng returned.

These two reasons led to Zhao Feng being suspected by the clan head and the elders.

Ultimately, he was a branch clan descendant.

Although there was no evidence, the clan head and the elders used this to refuse his entry into the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion.

"Who informed the clan head?"

Zhao Feng furrowed his brows, thinking to himself.

That night, those who went down the mountain with him were Zhao Linlong, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Han, and others.

Among them, the one closest to the clan head was Zhao Linlong.

Zhao Linlong, overshadowed by Zhao Feng's brilliance at the Genius Summit, would not be content.

"The clan elders have already issued an order that you may not leave the Zhao clan's territory until the facts are investigated."

Zhao Yusong sighed, looking somewhat helpless.

What!

Zhao Feng's gaze sharpened, feeling a chill in his heart, and took a deep breath: "Is this a house arrest order from the clan?"

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