Chapter 63

In the space of the left eye, a pattern appeared, vivid and lifelike, leaping onto the paper. The few patterns evolved, presenting a profound and mysterious atmosphere.

The pattern he captured was slightly incomplete and blurry, though it could not form a complete holy-grade martial technique, the profundity it contained surpassed ordinary top-grade martial techniques.

Wind Following Style!

Zhao Feng saw the name of the incomplete technique below the pattern.

This technique was precisely the incomplete holy-grade martial technique that Zhao Linlong had used earlier, but he had only touched the surface.

Immediately after, Zhao Feng activated his left eye and captured the second pattern transformation.

The second pattern transformation was more complex, and the impact of the atmosphere was stronger.

Second technique, Whirlwind Style!

Zhao Feng successfully captured the atmosphere of the pattern transformation into the left eye space, and a wave of fatigue washed over his mind.

The more complex and profound the scene captured by the left eye, the greater the consumption of his mental energy.

Third technique, Residual Wind Style!

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and captured the third pattern transformation on the stone wall into the left eye space.

This third technique was even more complex than the second, making it harder to capture.

At this moment, the fatigue in his mind became even more intense.

Cold sweat trickled down Zhao Feng's forehead, and he felt a sense of weakness.

With his remaining energy, he found it difficult to capture the fourth technique, "Fierce Wind Style."

Heh!

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and activated the "Lingdu Qi Technique" to quickly recover his energy.

Outside the stone door, the martial inner strength of the three Zhao clan elders continued to flow, but they could only sustain it for thirty breaths.

The time left for him was getting less and less.

Ten breaths... fifteen breaths... twenty breaths...

As the time approached the limit, the three elders outside the stone door gradually became exhausted.

Twenty-five breaths... twenty-six breaths... twenty-seven breaths...

Zhao Feng's breathing became more rapid.

At this moment, the fatigue in his mind slightly eased.

There were only two or three breaths left.

Fierce Wind Style!

Zhao Feng suddenly activated his left eye, a layer of greenish luster floating on the surface of his pupils, capturing the atmosphere of the fourth pattern transformation.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, his consciousness was overwhelmed by a fierce and intense flame and wind, and his body felt as if it were being burned, causing unbearable heat.

The violent and destructive wind seemed to be able to destroy everything, burning, exploding, and sweeping everything in its path...

"Is this the power that martial artists can achieve?"

Zhao Feng was shocked, his mouth dry, and his body felt as if all the moisture had been evaporated.

But in reality, he had not suffered any harm; it was just the impact of the atmosphere.

Swish!

The fourth pattern representing "Fierce Wind Style" was captured into the left eye space.

Success!

Zhao Feng, exhausted both mentally and physically, sat down on the ground.

Almost simultaneously, the three elders outside the stone door withdrew their martial inner strength.

Hum!

The patterns on the stone walls of the room returned to a lifeless, dark state, devoid of any atmosphere.

"How did it go? Did you understand anything?"

When Zhao Feng came out of the third floor, Zhao Yusong and the other three elders asked.

Understanding?

Zhao Feng was taken aback; he had not really tried to understand anything when he entered the third floor.

"Don't be discouraged. What remains here is only an incomplete holy-grade martial technique, blurry and unclear. Most of the geniuses who have entered the third floor have gained nothing."

Zhao Yusong smiled and comforted him.

They were not surprised that Zhao Feng had not understood anything.

"That's right. Even if you勉强understood a little, it wouldn't be as practical as a top-grade martial technique."

Another elder nodded.

For a long time, the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion has not been open to the public for two reasons:

First, each opening requires the consumption of the essence of three elders, which is a significant cost and can only last for thirty breaths.

Second, the incomplete holy-grade martial techniques are blurry and unclear, and even some geniuses can only touch the surface.

Thirty breaths is too short, and it is difficult for any contemporary genius to understand the essence from the incomplete and blurry stone wall patterns.

"I appreciate the efforts of the elders."

Zhao Feng smiled, showing no disappointment or discouragement.

Indeed, in thirty breaths, he had not understood anything.

But he had completely captured the four patterns into the left eye space, making them his own.

After returning home,

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and first sat in meditation to recover his energy.

Once his spirit was fully restored, he began to comprehend the four incomplete holy-grade techniques in his mind.

The four patterns were not complete holy-grade techniques, but incomplete and blurry.

Even so, Zhao Feng found it quite challenging to understand them.

The first and second techniques were not as difficult as the Xuanfeng Palm of the young girl.

But the third technique was almost on par with the Xuanfeng Palm.

The fourth technique, "Fierce Wind Style," was filled with a destructive and rampant atmosphere, with terrifying power. Even as an incomplete technique, its power was shocking, surpassing the limits of human strength...

After a long initial comprehension,

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and shook his head.

Of the four incomplete holy-grade techniques, only the first, "Wind Following Style," could he comprehend to some extent.

However, even a complete understanding of this incomplete technique would not significantly enhance his overall strength compared to a complete top-grade martial technique.

Because the first technique, "Wind Following Style," was only an auxiliary technique, not an offensive one.

Given this, Zhao Feng did not force himself to understand these incomplete holy-grade techniques.

However, he still had a feeling that these four incomplete holy-grade techniques, though currently of little use, might have significant effects in the future.

The next morning, Zhao Feng, as planned, returned to Qingye Town with his parents.

In two days, he would leave Yuyang City and head to Guangling County, thousands of miles away.

"In the blink of an eye, I have been in the Zhao family for almost a year."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh.

When he first entered the Zhao family, he was merely a first-level martial practitioner.

In less than a year, he had made rapid progress, reaching the sixth level of martial practice.

"Given your current age and cultivation, returning to Qingye Town is like returning in glory."

Father Zhao Tianyang smiled.

Both parents felt extremely proud of their son.

The Zhao family branch in Qingye Town was small, with about a hundred people.

The head of the branch, Zhao Kaiyuan, was a fourth-level martial practitioner, already in his sixties.

Apart from him, the highest cultivation in the entire Zhao family branch was third-level martial practitioners, mostly young and middle-aged.

Upon hearing that Zhao Feng had returned, the head, Zhao Kaiyuan, personally came out to greet him with great enthusiasm.

Back then, Zhao Feng was the first genius of the Zhao family in Qingye Town.

Now, he had lived up to everyone's expectations, returning in glory, a hero's return.

The group entered the branch's building.

The buildings here were not as luxurious as those of the main Zhao family, with many in disrepair, looking shabby.

"Zhao Feng's achievements today far exceed our expectations."

Zhao Kaiyuan couldn't help but sigh.

In just one year, Zhao Feng had reached the fifth level of cultivation, making him the top person in the branch.

This was something no one had anticipated.

In the past, most of the young people recommended to the main Zhao family were mediocre and were often sent back after a short time.

In fact, when Zhao Feng was recommended to Yuyang City, Zhao Kaiyuan and the other elders had not held much hope.

Upon learning the truth, Zhao Feng was taken aback.

It turned out that the elders in Qingye Town had never expected him to stand out in the Zhao family and had even prepared for him to be "sent back to the branch."

Just as they were talking, a commotion came from outside the Zhao family's gate.

Soon after, there were scattered sounds of fighting and screams.

What's going on?

Zhao Feng frowned, and the conversation in the room was interrupted.

"Report to the head, the Liu family is causing trouble again."

Several bruised and battered young men from the Zhao family branch rushed in.

"How dare they!"

The head, Zhao Kaiyuan, stood up, his face filled with anger.

"The Liu family?"

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.

He had grown up in Qingye Town and was very familiar with the "Liu family."

In the past decade, the Liu family had risen rapidly, expanding its influence. Two years ago, it had already become the first family in Qingye Town.

Although Qingye Town could not be compared to Yuyang City, the first power in the town was not to be underestimated.

Zhao Feng remembered that when he left a year ago, there were rumors that the Liu family had two or three fifth-level martial practitioners.

"In the past year, the Liu family has rapidly swallowed up the industries of some family forces. Now they have set their sights on a mine that sustains our Zhao family's livelihood, trying to buy it for three thousand taels of silver."

Zhao Kaiyuan's voice was filled with anger and worry.

"Ha, what audacity the Liu family has!"

Zhao Feng sneered, stood up, and walked out the door first.

"Zhao Feng, don't be impulsive. The Liu family's power is not as simple as it seems. In the past year, they have produced a sixth-level martial practitioner..."

The head, Zhao Kaiyuan, exclaimed in alarm and quickly tried to stop him.

Although Zhao Feng was strong, he was just one person. How could he confront the Liu family, which had become a formidable force?

The Liu family had over a dozen martial practitioners.

Among them were two fifth-level martial practitioners.

The most terrifying was that they had recently produced a sixth-level martial practitioner, intimidating Qingye Town and making other family forces dare to be angry but not to speak out.

Raging Dragon Fist!

At the entrance of the Zhao family branch, Zhao Feng punched a Liu family martial practitioner into the air.

"This guy is actually a fifth-level martial practitioner, everyone attack together."

The leader of the Liu family martial practitioners shouted in surprise.

The group licked their lips viciously and rushed at Zhao Feng.

"Quickly support Zhao Feng."

Zhao Kaiyuan and Zhao Tianyang exclaimed in alarm.

The scene was chaotic.

"Nobody else, just me."

A shout came from the crowd.

Pang pang pang—

He kicked several Liu family thugs into the air.

Facing the attack of over a dozen people, Zhao Feng remained calm. Any Liu family thugs who approached him screamed and fell to the ground, with a few of the more vicious ones losing limbs.

Capture the leader first!

Zhao Feng left several afterimages on the spot and quickly knocked down the two or three leading martial practitioners.

"Ahh..."

"Mercy! Sir, mercy!"

At the entrance of the Zhao family branch, the Liu family group was thrown into disarray, dust flying everywhere.

And the Zhao family had only sent out one person.

The young man stood tall and imposing in the dust and chaos.

"Ha ha ha..."

The people of the Zhao family branch laughed out loud, feeling greatly relieved.

The Liu family martial practitioners and martial disciples returned in disgrace.

Zhao Feng shook his head; these people were not worth much.

"That Liu family will not let this go. We need to be prepared."

The head, Zhao Kaiyuan, looked worried and uneasy.

No matter what, the Liu family was the first power in Qingye Town, ten times stronger than the Zhao family branch.

Prepared?

Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback and coldly said, "Why prepare? Why don't we directly attack the Liu family?"