Chapter 65

After initially grasping the "Wind Following Style," not only did Zhao Feng break through to the Great Accomplishment stage in the "Drifting Ferry," but he also stabilized the "Lingwei Step" technique to the Perfect Level.

Cultivating a high-level stepping technique to the Perfect Level, one would be hard-pressed to find anyone in the entire Yuyang City of the same generation, and even among the older generation, it was almost unheard of.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Feng's face was cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Just now, Liu Guirong and the other two clearly intended to kill him. If his strength was insufficient, he would have already been dead on the spot.

As Liu Guirong said, Zhao Feng was still too young and not ruthless enough.

Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.

"Cloud-Breaking Palm, die—"

Liu Guirong feigned a palm strike towards Zhao Feng, but his figure vanished in a flash, running towards the main gate.

Run fast!

The two elders also reacted, each as cunning as a rabbit.

At this moment, they clearly understood the gap between them and Zhao Feng.

"Stay here!"

Zhao Feng coldly shouted, his figure leaping into the air. His index finger glowed with a green hue, and he pointed into the air several times.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

Sharp whistles echoed through the air.

Three visible finger strikes, leaving green traces, flashed through the air and hit their targets.

"Ugh..."

Liu Guirong's body stiffened, a finger-wide blood hole appearing in his neck. After a brief struggle, he died.

Even in his dying moments, his face was full of shock and confusion.

How did Zhao Feng pierce his neck without getting close?

However, the two elders saw Zhao Feng's attack. Blood holes appeared in their chests, and their faces were filled with fear. Their lips moved, but no words came out.

Thud! Thud!

The two fifth-level elders fell to the ground, dead.

Zhao Feng killed them without getting close, relying on "Air Finger Strikes."

Boom!

At this moment, Zhao Feng's figure landed from the air.

He "point-killed" Liu Guirong and the others in the blink of an eye, all while in the air.

Even some seventh-level masters would find it hard to achieve this.

This was thanks to Zhao Feng's powerful left eye, which had a reaction speed, insight, and calculation ability far surpassing that of peers by more than ten times.

"Lord, spare our lives!"

Zhao Feng's iron-fisted methods stunned the five or six injured warriors in the hall. They all knelt on the ground, not daring to even think of fleeing.

In their eyes, Zhao Feng's methods were comparable to those of a legendary martial master.

Zhao Feng ignored them and slowly walked out of the hall.

At this moment, the Zhao family branch finally arrived at the Liu family estate.

Entering the main hall of the Liu family, the family head Zhao Kaiyuan and others were speechless, their faces full of shock as they glanced at Zhao Feng.

"The various forces in Qingye Town must take this as a warning."

Standing on the roof, Zhao Feng's gaze swept over the many members of the Liu family. His calm and cold voice echoed throughout the Liu family estate.

Take this as a warning!

The people in the Liu family estate were shaken and understood the meaning of the young man's words.

In the future, if any force in Qingye Town dared to offend the Zhao family, they would meet the same fate as the Liu family.

Even the once powerful Liu family had come to this end, let alone some smaller forces.

The appearance of such a terrifying genius in the Zhao family branch was enough to intimidate the various forces in Qingye Town.

After resolving the Liu family issue, Zhao Feng handed over the remaining trivial matters to the Zhao family and left leisurely.

Qingye Town was where he grew up, and Zhao Feng had deep feelings for this place.

Now that he had the strength, he naturally wanted to strongly protect the peace and tranquility of this place.

Zhao Feng stayed in Qingye Town for only one day before leaving with the wind.

His aspirations lay in the wider world, and neither Qingye Town nor Yuyang City could hold him.

A few hours later, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao family.

Tomorrow, he would leave the Zhao family and head to the larger stage of Guangling County City.

Before leaving, Zhao Feng needed to make final preparations and organize important items in his possession.

Among them, the three thousand-year-old medicinal herbs—blood ginseng, blood lingzhi, and blood bamboo shoots—obtained from the blood python's cave, Zhao Feng had not consumed.

Additionally, he was also preparing to take a silver mystic bow with him.

However, unexpectedly, before leaving, the Zhao family's upper echelons entrusted Zhao Yusong to deliver a treasure bow to him.

"The upper echelons of the family, upon learning of your expertise in archery, have specially rewarded you with a 'Golden Thread Bow.' This bow has extraordinary power and is a treasure passed down through generations of the Zhao family. Only a martial master can unleash its true power."

Zhao Yusong solemnly handed him a wooden box.

Zhao Feng opened the wooden box and saw a golden bow lying inside, with ancient patterns and a heavy body. The bowstring, in particular, was like a golden thread, shimmering with a golden glow in the sunlight.

He lightly plucked the golden thread-like bowstring and felt considerable resistance, finding it somewhat strenuous.

It should be noted that Zhao Feng's "Iron Wall Technique" had broken through to the fifth level, giving him strength greater than that of a typical seventh-level martial master.

Buzz!

The bowstring vibrated lightly, with great tension.

Zhao Feng was certain that the "Golden Thread Bow" was several levels higher than the silver mystic bow, worth at least dozens of times more!

"When did the family become so generous, giving silver, houses, and weapons?"

Although Zhao Feng said this, he was very fond of the bow.

With the help of the "Golden Thread Bow," at a sufficient distance, he could even threaten the life of a seventh-level martial master.

That day, Zhao Feng stayed with the Zhao family, familiarizing himself with the use of the "Golden Thread Bow."

At the same time, he integrated some archery techniques and secrets, including the "Consecutive Meteor Arrow," into his mind.

With the super abilities of his left eye, secular archery techniques were not enough.

Considering this, he entered the third floor of the Xuanwu Pavilion and obtained a few advanced archery manuals.

"Only by fully integrating the techniques and secrets of these archery manuals can I possibly unleash half the power of my left eye."

Zhao Feng's unique advantages made secular archery techniques seem weak and powerless.

Of course, to integrate the advanced techniques of multiple archery manuals, Zhao Feng needed a few days. He estimated that by the time he reached Guangling County City, he would have completed the integration.

The next morning.

In the main hall of the Zhao family.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei arrived early, exchanging smiles, feeling reassured.

After the outer martial meeting, the martial meeting finals, and the genius summit, the two had surpassed each other time and again, finally standing at the pinnacle of geniuses in Yuyang City.

Soon, the family head Zhao Tiancang and others also arrived.

The family head and elders treated Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei with great courtesy.

No one could predict the achievements of the two on this trip to Guangling County City.

Based on their potential, they had a great chance to surpass the older generation of the Zhao family and lead the Zhao family to even greater heights in the future.

After waiting for a while.

Whoosh!

A hard-to-distinguish green shadow landed on the roof of the Zhao family's main hall, revealing a tall and handsome man in a green robe.

The newcomer was Master Ye Lingyun, and none of those present could see his movements.

"Zhao Feng, the three days are up. The two of you should now follow me to Guangling County City."

Ye Lingyun said with a smile.

"Yes."

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei responded in unison.

The man standing before them was a top-tier powerhouse, approaching the strongest martial force in Xiangyun Kingdom. The entire Zhao family had no resistance against him.

Swish, swish!

The two followed Ye Lingyun out of the Zhao family, boarding a carriage and heading north.

At the entrance of the Zhao family, under the shadow of a large tree.

"Such is well... With Yufei's qualifications and secrets, this opportunity will also save me some trouble."

An old man with a missing arm watched the carriage depart, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving no trace.

Over the next few days, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei sat in the carriage, traveling with Ye Lingyun to Guangling County City.

Guangling County City was a long distance from Yuyang City, and it would take at least four to five days by carriage.

Zhao Feng used this time to integrate the techniques and secrets of the archery manuals in his mind, aiming to develop a unique archery technique suitable for himself.

Since this unique archery technique was based on his left eye and multiple archery manuals, Zhao Feng named it "Left Divine Arrow Technique."

"Left Divine" referred to his left eye, which incorporated the eye of an ancient powerful deity.

As time passed, the "Left Divine Arrow Technique" gradually took shape in Zhao Feng's mind.

"My 'Left Divine Arrow Technique,' relying on the special abilities of my left eye, may even surpass top-level martial arts in terms of its profound level."

Zhao Feng estimated in his heart.

Archery manuals were already quite rare, and the Zhao family's Xuanwu Pavilion did not have a single top-level archery manual.

In the carriage, Ye Lingyun mostly sat in meditation, cultivating and contemplating.

Zhao Feng inwardly sighed, admiring how hard Ye Lingyun, who had reached the ninth level of martial arts, still practiced diligently.

If one excluded the legendary Martial Saint Realm, wasn't the ninth level the pinnacle of secular martial arts?

Seemingly sensing Zhao Feng's gaze, Ye Lingyun opened his eyes and smiled. "We will reach Guangling County City in half a day. Before then, you can ask me any questions you have."

Asking a ninth-level martial master?

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei exchanged glances, both filled with excitement and anticipation.

"May I ask, Master Ye, what is the Martial Saint Realm, as described in legends?"

Zhao Feng asked.

"The Martial Saint Realm is a vast domain beyond the ninth level. I haven't reached that level, so I can't describe it in detail. However, according to ancient texts, entering the Martial Saint Realm means transcending the mundane and achieving a qualitative leap in the human body. You can understand it as surpassing the limits of the human body."

Ye Lingyun answered.

Transcending the mundane, surpassing the limits of the human body?

Zhao Feng's mind involuntarily conjured the image and atmosphere of the fourth move of the Saint-Class Remnant Style, "Fierce Wind Style," which was wild and destructive, burning and consuming everything, like a natural disaster, clearly not a force within the limits of the human body.

"Those who can advance to the Martial Saint Realm are all grandmasters in martial arts. Such figures are few and far between in the entire Xiangyun Kingdom."

A hint of longing appeared in Ye Lingyun's eyes.

Subsequently, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei asked Ye Lingyun various questions one after another.

"The essence of the ninth level of martial arts is the cultivation of the body, from skin, flesh, and blood to tendons, bones, and organs, all of which undergo refinement. Therefore, excessively pursuing the power of martial arts inner strength is putting the cart before the horse. Before the seventh level, you must consolidate your physical foundation, which will increase your chances of breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm in the future."

Ye Lingyun emphasized this point.

Zhao Feng naturally remembered it well. He vaguely felt that the true purpose of the ninth level of martial arts might not be about martial techniques and killing.

"We're almost there."

The carriage jolted forward, gradually slowing down.

At a certain moment.

A black dot appeared in the distance.

Zhao Feng's left eye focused, and the distant black dot rapidly enlarged in his vision, instantly transforming into a majestic and towering city, five to six times larger than Yuyang City. It resembled a prehistoric beast, opening its huge mouth to swallow countless carriages and pedestrians, giving him a strong sense of oppression and impact.