Chapter 85

"Zhao Feng! What kind of question is this? It has nothing to do with cultivation. Master gathers talents from all over, naturally out of love for talent. Do you think Master has some ulterior motive?"

Nangong Fan's face was filled with anger, and he shouted in surprise.

Zhao Feng's question also made Beimo and Feng Yin Yue frown slightly.

Indeed, Zhao Feng's question was somewhat peculiar, not quite a challenge, but at least irrelevant to martial cultivation.

Zhao Feng immediately realized that his question might have been a bit off-topic.

"This is the first time someone has asked me this question."

Guangjun Hou's expression returned to normal, and he gave Zhao Feng a faint glance.

With his high tolerance, he naturally wouldn't be upset over such a small matter; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached his current height.

Master is truly magnanimous.

Nangong Fan and others slightly relaxed, as Guangjun Hou did not scold as they had expected.

After Zhao Feng's question, the few geniuses in the hall also developed some interest.

Nangong Fan, Feng Yin Yue, and the other geniuses were all exceptionally talented. It was impossible for Guangjun Hou to gather and cultivate young geniuses purely out of love for talent; there must be a purpose.

Guangjun Hou slowly stood up, hands behind his back, and sighed lightly. His gaze drifted far away, deep and boundless, as if a world existed within, experiencing a story unknown to others.

At that moment, his thoughts drifted further and further, penetrating the temporal space of past years.

Zhao Feng's left eye clearly captured the emotional changes in Guangjun Hou's eyes that were hard for others to notice.

In that light sigh, Zhao Feng saw a mix of dimness, helplessness, regret, determination, and hope in his eyes.

It was as if, in that sigh, Guangjun Hou had experienced the four seasons of life.

"These years, I have searched and cultivated young geniuses all over, all for one 'wish.' It is a wish I cannot achieve myself, but can only entrust to the younger generation to complete."

Guangjun Hou sighed wistfully, then his gaze swept over the few geniuses in the hall, especially landing on Beimo's face with a look of hope.

A wish?

A wish even Guangjun Hou cannot achieve?

The few young geniuses in the hall looked at each other, stunned and amazed.

Including Beimo, the few geniuses all felt a strong curiosity.

After all, Guangjun Hou stood at the pinnacle of martial and political power in Xiangyun Kingdom. In the country, the number of giants who could be his equal could be counted on one hand.

In some people's eyes, Guangjun Hou was already an invincible legend in Xiangyun Kingdom.

Such a giant, if even he cannot achieve something, who else can?

"What is Guangjun Hou's wish?"

Zhao Feng became increasingly curious. He even doubted that there was anything in this world that the other party could not achieve.

He estimated that Guangjun Hou was likely a strong figure in the Holy Realm; surpassing a Martial Master, one could be called a "Martial Grandmaster."

Therefore, this was the wish of a "Holy Grandmaster."

"You may leave first."

Guangjun Hou sighed, waved his hand, and sat back on the cushion, but only kept his personal disciple Beimo.

"Master, rest assured. I will work hard to help you achieve your wish."

Beimo said respectfully.

"Your willingness to do this pleases me. From today, I will teach you some supreme techniques..."

Guangjun Hou smiled comfortingly.

That day, in the Spirit Martial Hall, ten geniuses participated in the talent test.

Undoubtedly, the talent of Feng Yin Yue and others had already surpassed the ordinary, living up to their reputation as geniuses.

However, compared to the personal disciple Beimo, their talents seemed insignificant.

...

Outside the Spirit Martial Hall.

Guangjun Hou's few personal disciples walked out of the hall together.

"Junior Brother Zhao Feng, you have quite a bit of courage to ask such a question just now. You should understand that even some Ninth Rank Martial Masters tremble and feel honored in front of Master."

Nangong Fan said in a senior brother's scolding tone.

Indeed, he had entered the sect earlier than Zhao Feng, and in terms of cultivation and seniority, he was superior to Zhao Feng and the others.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."

Zhao Feng said indifferently.

He had just become a registered disciple of Guangjun Hou. Although he didn't want to offend Nangong Fan, he wouldn't blindly obey him either.

Zhao Feng's attitude slightly annoyed Nangong Fan, but he couldn't burst out on the spot and could only remember it in his heart.

On the contrary, Zhao Yufei, being intelligent, smiled and managed to gather a lot of information from Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan said, "I remind you, Junior Brother Beimo has astonishing talent and is the most favored by Master. He may seem rigid, but he is actually proud and cannot tolerate anyone surpassing him in any way, so you should avoid competing with him."

Hearing this, Zhao Feng somewhat agreed.

That day in the Heavenly Guard Camp, when he outperformed Beimo in memory, the other party was clearly displeased.

"Senior Brother Nangong, how strong is Junior Brother Beimo's talent that he is so favored by Master and taken as a personal disciple?"

Feng Yin Yue's tone was somewhat resentful.

With his strength as the top genius in the Heavenly Guard Camp, he didn't even qualify to be a personal disciple of Guangjun Hou.

Feng Yin Yue was also a proud person and didn't believe that anyone of his generation could surpass him.

"Ha ha, if you had seen Junior Brother Beimo's test performance, you wouldn't say such things."

Nangong Fan's laugh carried a hint of mockery and a touch of jealousy.

"How many circles did Junior Brother Beimo achieve in the test?"

Zhao Yufei asked curiously.

They, the few of them, had a test performance of about five circles to become registered disciples of Guangjun Hou.

"At that time, my test result was five and a half circles..."

Nangong Fan's face showed a hint of reminiscence, as if his mind had returned to the moment three years ago when he and Beimo entered the Spirit Martial Hall.

"Five and a half circles? That's already more than us."

Feng Yin Yue was surprised and his sense of imbalance vanished.

Zhao Feng also showed a slight change in expression. Nangong Fan's talent indeed surpassed the ten young men of the Heavenly Guard, even Feng Yin Yue slightly.

"However, compared to Junior Brother Beimo, my test performance was insignificant. Junior Brother Beimo's test result... approached eight and a half circles!"

Nangong Fan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with deep helplessness, unwillingness, and a touch of jealousy.

Eight and a half circles!

Feng Yin Yue and Zhao Yufei were speechless.

Zhao Feng was also slightly shocked. Eight and a half circles was an unimaginable talent, almost abnormal.

No wonder Beimo could become a personal disciple of Guangjun Hou and be so favored.

At that moment, the few geniuses truly realized the gap between them and Beimo.

Leaving the Spirit Martial Hall, Zhao Feng, Feng Yin Yue, and Zhao Yufei returned to the Heavenly Guard Camp.

From that day on, they would leave the Heavenly Guard Camp and move to Guangling Prefecture as disciples of Guangjun Hou.

"Congratulations, you two, for becoming disciples of Guangjun Hou. When you achieve great success in the future, don't forget me, Huang Qi."

Huang Qi's face was full of envy, and his tone was somewhat sour.

At that moment, Huang Qi couldn't help but sigh. When he first met Zhao Feng and the others, he didn't take them seriously.

But over time, fate had taken a turn.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei had successively surpassed him, successfully becoming disciples of Guangjun Hou, rising above his level.

After tidying up in the Heavenly Guard Camp, Zhao Feng and the others went to bid farewell to the taciturn young man.

"Junior Brothers and Sister, we are now in the same sect. If you have any needs, you can find me."

The taciturn young man smiled slightly.

"May I ask your name, Senior Brother?"

Zhao Feng still didn't know the taciturn young man's name.

"As a Guangjun Guard, I now have only a code name, 'Third Guard.' That is my name. You can call me Senior Brother Third Guard."

The taciturn young man remained mysterious.

Zhao Feng and the others were slightly taken aback and bid farewell to the taciturn young man.

As disciples of Guangjun Hou, they would enjoy treatment far surpassing most people in Guangling Prefecture.

That day, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei moved into separate independent courtyards in Guangling Prefecture, leaving behind the old tents and wooden houses of the Heavenly Guard Camp.

At the entrance of Zhao Feng's courtyard, there were two guards, both at the Martial Artist level.

"Welcome, Young Master Zhao!"

The two guards bowed.

"Welcome, Master."

Zhao Feng had about seven or eight servants, all of whom were respectfully obedient.

Inside the courtyard, there was a small garden with a fragrant aroma. The three-story building was luxurious and noble.

"Such treatment even surpasses that of the Zhao Clan elders."

Zhao Feng was secretly amazed.

Half a year ago, he was just a Martial Apprentice. He never imagined that Martial Artists would be his gatekeepers.

As a disciple of Guangjun Hou, he received two or three thousand silver taels monthly, and could freely enjoy some cultivation resources, such as common heavenly materials, elixirs, and body-refining powders.

After moving into the new courtyard, Zhao Feng took a good bath in the evening and then began to cultivate.

Among his practices, the "Guiyuan Qi Jue" was an essential part of his nightly routine.

After running through the "Guiyuan Qi Jue" a few times, Zhao Feng focused on the "Yinbi Jue."

The "Yinbi Jue" was his only Holy Rank martial technique, which greatly enhanced his strength.

Zhao Feng recalled what Guangjun Hou had said earlier: "The purpose of the Ninth Rank Martial Path is to strengthen the flesh, bones, and organs. The true role of martial inner strength is not to kill enemies but to strengthen oneself. Many martial artists have gone astray in this regard."

It was clear that the Ninth Rank Martial Path emphasized the body and foundation.

This made Zhao Feng more determined to cultivate the "Yinbi Jue" successfully.

Once the "Yinbi Jue" broke through to the tenth level, his physical body would transcend the ordinary and enter the Holy Realm, and he wouldn't need to worry about advancing to the Martial Saint Realm.

In the following days, Zhao Feng focused on cultivating the "Yinbi Jue," supplemented by the "Guiyuan Qi Jue." Other martial techniques, such as the "Dianxing Zhi" and "Yanbo Wuying Bu," were secondary.

However, the "Yinbi Jue" was a Holy Rank martial technique, and after breaking through the sixth level, his progress became very slow.

Moreover, body-refining martial techniques required time and arduous cultivation, making it difficult to take shortcuts. He had to take one step at a time.

"Body-refining techniques can be accelerated with the help of heavenly materials and body-refining liquids."

Zhao Feng thought.

He then checked his belongings and found that he had about 300,000 to 400,000 silver taels in his pocket.

Hmm? So much.

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised but then realized that this money was from the bandit suppression mission, where he received 200,000 to 300,000 silver taels for killing the Seventh Rank bandit leader.