Chapter 80

"Half-Saint Level Martial Art, *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*!"

Beimo placed the secret manual on the table.

Another Half-Saint Level Martial Art, and it was an internal cultivation technique!

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly rejoiced.

In just a short while, he effortlessly obtained a Half-Saint Level footwork technique, and now he had another Half-Saint Level internal cultivation technique.

These two Half-Saint Level Martial Arts were exactly what Zhao Feng needed.

The *Ling Wei Bu* he cultivated was merely a high-level martial art. Even with the assistance of *Ling Du Qi Jue*, it could only be equivalent to a top-tier footwork technique, far inferior to the *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu* that the wooden-faced youth had just taken out.

As for the internal cultivation technique.

Zhao Feng's *Piao Ling Du* could only be comparable to a Half-Saint Level martial art when used in conjunction with *Ling Du Qi Jue*.

However, the *Gui Yuan Qi Jue* that Beimo took out was itself a Half-Saint Level internal cultivation technique.

"This is a secret manual I obtained by slaying a ninth-rank martial artist from a neighboring country. I haven't even read it myself. If you can memorize it in such a short time, I'll admit that you win."

Beimo said calmly.

Slaying a ninth-rank martial artist?

Zhao Feng's heart was greatly shaken. How powerful was this seemingly ordinary-looking youth to be able to slay a ninth-rank martial artist?

Strangely, the wooden-faced youth and Nangong Fan did not question Beimo's words.

Subtly, Zhao Feng saw a hint of jealousy and unwillingness in Nangong Fan's eyes.

Clearly, even as fellow disciples, the wooden-faced youth and Nangong Fan were extremely envious and helpless about Beimo's monstrous talent.

Now, finally encountering Zhao Feng, who could surpass him in some aspects, the two were naturally delighted.

"What, are you afraid?"

Beimo's lips curled slightly. He didn't believe that any young man in Guangling City could surpass him in memory.

He was convinced that the wooden-faced youth and Zhao Feng had colluded to deceive and undermine him.

"Fine."

Zhao Feng was overjoyed, more than willing to accept the challenge.

Perhaps the Half-Saint Level Martial Arts were not particularly precious to the wooden-faced youth and Beimo, as both were disciples of Guangjun Marquis and had at least ninth-rank strength.

But for Zhao Feng, these were means to enhance his own strength.

After saying this, he opened the contents of *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*.

Flip! Flip! Flip...

Zhao Feng quickly flipped through the manual, a faint blue luster appearing on the surface of his left eye, blending with his internal energy.

After several dozen breaths.

Snap!

Zhao Feng placed the martial arts manual on the table, letting out a light breath. "You can go ahead."

"I'll do it."

A hint of suspicion flashed in Beimo's eyes as he opened *Gui Yuan Qi Jue* and pointed to several places.

Zhao Feng didn't hesitate, immediately answering without a single mistake.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Bei! You can't cheat this time."

Nangong Fan's face was full of smiles, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Even Junior Brother Bei has his moments of defeat."

The wooden-faced youth said with a teasing tone, a sense of accomplishment on his face. After all, Zhao Feng came from the Tianwei Camp he managed, and being able to undermine Beimo made him secretly pleased.

However, the person who was secretly the most pleased was Zhao Feng.

Without any effort, he obtained two Half-Saint Level Martial Arts. Where else could he find such a good deal?

Only Beimo's face was somewhat unpleasant, a shadow of gloom passing through his eyes.

Anyone could see Beimo's displeasure.

Despite his exceptional talent and cultivation, he was still just a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, always looked up to and above all others. When had he ever experienced such a blow?

Zhao Feng even caught a fleeting cold light in his eyes, his heart suddenly jolting.

He could imagine that this incident would leave a deep grudge in Beimo's heart.

"Two Half-Saint Level Martial Arts, but possibly offending a terrifying super genius. Is it worth it?"

Zhao Feng pondered for a moment.

As the saying goes, there is always a price to pay for any benefit in this world.

"Even with the best memory, it doesn't represent talent and insight. I'm leaving."

Beimo's face was expressionless as he left alone.

The wooden-faced youth and Nangong Fan exchanged a smile, delighted to see Beimo humiliated.

Zhao Feng returned to the wooden house alone.

Closing his eyes, the contents of *Gui Yuan Qi Jue* and *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu* appeared in his mind.

A smile appeared on his lips as he began to comprehend the two martial arts.

This was Zhao Feng's first encounter with Half-Saint Level Martial Arts.

First was *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*, an internal cultivation technique.

Internal cultivation techniques focus on internal cultivation, which cannot be touched or seen with the naked eye.

The more advanced the internal cultivation technique, the more complex its operation and principles.

Therefore, the cultivation of internal techniques is extremely risky, and a slight mistake could lead to a mental breakdown.

However, for Zhao Feng, who possessed the ability of his left eye, this risk was reduced to a minimum.

At this moment, when he activated his left eye ability, a strange warm energy spread throughout his body.

Zhao Feng could "see" the circulation of his internal energy, meridians, and even the microscopic world.

This ability was comparable to the "inner vision" in martial arts legends, but generally, only those at the peak of the ninth rank or higher could possess such inner vision.

Moreover, Zhao Feng's ability was even more detailed and powerful than inner vision.

In a few hours, Zhao Feng had mastered the basics of *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*.

For a Half-Saint Level Martial Art to be mastered so easily, even Beimo would be impressed if he were present.

*Gui Yuan Qi Jue*: It gathers the essence of the human body, refining a unified internal energy that can accommodate most martial arts internal energies. Cultivating this technique results in a thick and abundant martial arts internal energy, with twice the storage of the same rank. In battle, it can assimilate part of the opponent's martial arts internal energy, making it both offensive and defensive.

"Such a powerful internal cultivation technique!"

Zhao Feng's voice trembled slightly.

The advantage of *Gui Yuan Qi Jue* lies in its broad integration and thick internal energy, surpassing the same rank by a factor of two, and even assimilating part of the opponent's internal energy during combat.

After half a day.

Zhao Feng condensed a small ball of "Gui Yuan Internal Energy" within his body, its power clearly surpassing the martial arts internal energy generated by *Ling Du Qi Jue*.

The most surprising thing was that the Gui Yuan Internal Energy could assimilate other martial arts internal energies.

The internal energy Zhao Feng originally cultivated with *Ling Du Qi Jue* was gradually consumed and assimilated.

As time passed, the "Gui Yuan Internal Energy" gradually grew stronger.

After one day and one night.

All of Zhao Feng's martial arts internal energy was converted to "Gui Yuan Internal Energy," and the internal cultivation technique he practiced was completely replaced by *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*.

The new martial arts internal energy still had a layer of blue luster, was swift and agile, and retained its sharpness.

"My 'Gui Yuan Internal Energy' is mostly formed by consuming and assimilating the original Ling Du Internal Energy, so it retains the original attributes and characteristics..."

Zhao Feng found this to be a pleasant surprise.

This way, his Gui Yuan Internal Energy could still be used in conjunction with the *Piao Ling Du* technique, perhaps only at 80-90% of its original effectiveness, but the thickness and level of Gui Yuan Internal Energy could make up for it.

After initially mastering *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*, Zhao Feng felt that his martial arts internal energy was much thicker than before, at least 50% stronger than Lei Zuo, and this was just the initial mastery.

Next, he went outside to practice *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu*.

This Half-Saint Level footwork technique was extremely similar in style to the *Ling Wei Bu* he had previously cultivated.

*Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu*: The footwork is like light smoke, stepping on water and leaving no trace. When cultivated to a minor level, the footwork is silent and invisible, unpredictable and difficult to guard against.

Because of his mastery of *Ling Wei Bu*, Zhao Feng found it easy to master *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu*.

However, to truly reach a minor level, let alone a minor success, was not so easy.

Zhao Feng practiced for several days, only approaching a minor level, facing significant resistance.

In difficult moments, he immersed his mind in the "Wind Following Style" in the left eye space.

The "Wind Following Style" is an auxiliary fragment of a Saint Level technique, with a unique realm that greatly benefits footwork.

Now, Zhao Feng's understanding of the "Wind Following Style" had reached two or three tenths, and combining it with *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu* gave him new insights.

After a while.

Zhao Feng withdrew his mind, a hint of enlightenment flashing in his eyes. He began to practice *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu* again, and the process was smooth, easily breaking through to a minor level.

After breaking through to a minor level, his understanding of the footwork continued to improve, until it approached a major level, then slowed down.

At this time, Zhao Feng's understanding of the "Wind Following Style" had also reached five or six tenths.

"Alright, that's enough."

Zhao Feng stopped practicing martial arts.

So far, the main martial arts he had cultivated were as follows:

Saint Level Martial Art: *Yin Bi Jue*

Half-Saint Level Martial Arts: *Gui Yuan Qi Jue*, *Yan Bo Wu Ying Bu*, *Piao Ling Du*

Top-Level Martial Art: *Dian Xing Zhi* (power not inferior to a Half-Saint Level)

In addition, there was his self-created "Left Divine Arrow Technique," which could not be measured by conventional standards.

Based on this, combined with Zhao Feng's seventh-rank cultivation, his strength and combat ability were very impressive.

Even Zhao Feng himself could not estimate how strong he was now.

"If I return to Yuyang City now, I doubt anyone from the three major families would be my match."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, his aspirations were no longer in Yuyang City.

In this vast city, there were many geniuses, and many of his peers were on par with him, some even stronger.

Especially Beimo, who had reached the peak of the eighth rank and possessed the strength