Chapter 99

"Silver Gang Qi Shield" can form a comprehensive protective layer on the body surface after cultivation, with extremely strong defensive power. It can penetrate through thousands of troops and face ten thousand arrows, yet still retreat calmly.

Reaching this level, one can almost ignore the general human sea tactics.

Of course, although the defense of the Silver Gang Qi Shield is strong and almost unbreakable, it also has a fatal flaw.

That is, it consumes a lot of energy!

A typical seventh-level cultivator, after practicing the "Silver Wall Technique," can maintain the Silver Gang Qi Shield for only a dozen breaths. It is only used in the most dangerous and critical moments.

However, Zhao Feng's cultivation has reached the peak of the seventh level, and he has also practiced the "Guiyuan Qi Technique," which doubles his internal energy reserves compared to others of the same level.

Therefore, his Silver Gang Qi Shield can last longer, maintaining for twenty to thirty breaths without any problem.

"Having reached the peak of the seventh level of the 'Silver Wall Technique,' I can now challenge the eighth level of martial arts with my physical strength alone. When the 'Silver Gang Qi Shield' is condensed, it will be difficult for the ninth level of martial arts to injure me in a short time."

Zhao Feng made a slight assessment of his own strength.

Below the ninth level, he should hardly encounter any opponents, unless they are at the level of Beimo, who has cultivated several holy-grade martial arts to a considerable level.

In the following days, Zhao Feng fully consolidated the "Silver Wall Technique," absorbing the remaining medicinal power in his body and giving his body a period to adapt.

The "Silver Wall Technique," as a holy-grade body-cultivation martial art, possesses various profound techniques based on the application to the body and the cultivation of the technique.

After four or five days.

Zhao Feng had completely absorbed all the medicinal power in his body and gained a deeper understanding of the "Silver Wall Technique."

At this point, his "Silver Wall Technique" had reached the threshold of the seventh level, approaching the eighth level.

"If I use the 'Treasure Gold Body Refinement Powder' now, as long as I can withstand the medicinal power, the 'Silver Wall Technique' will definitely break through to the eighth level."

Zhao Feng's gaze flickered.

After much deliberation, he did not do so.

First, the medicinal power of the Treasure Gold Body Refinement Powder is extremely dominant. Even eighth-level body-cultivation martial artists have a fifty percent chance of being disabled after taking it.

The medicinal power of this substance is even higher than that of the "Cold Snow Erosion Body Pill" and the "Fiery Sun Bone Refinement Pill." For Zhao Feng to take it now would be extremely dangerous.

Second, continuously relying on external substances for body refinement can still lead to drug dependence, failing to achieve the best results.

Therefore,

Zhao Feng did not immediately take the "Treasure Gold Body Refinement Powder" but slowly cultivated using his own strength.

In the following days, he fully focused on cultivating the "Silver Wall Technique."

While cultivating, Zhao Feng could also comprehend the "Four Winds Style" and the "Mysterious Wind Palm" in his left eye's space.

After the beast tide, Zhao Feng's potential was further tapped, and both the "Four Winds Style" and the "Mysterious Wind Palm" made significant progress.

As time passed, Zhao Feng comprehended the second style of the Four Winds Style, "Whirlwind Style," to its full extent.

The Whirlwind Style can increase the power and generate a wide-ranging impact, significantly enhancing attacks.

Zhao Feng integrated the Whirlwind Style into the Star Pointing Finger, making it comparable to a holy-grade attack martial art.

If the Whirlwind Style were integrated into the Mysterious Wind Palm, its profound power might even surpass ordinary holy-grade martial arts.

Next, Zhao Feng began to comprehend the third style of the Four Winds Style, "Residual Wind Style."

The "Residual Wind Style" is a holy-grade attack style, with a complexity comparable to the Mysterious Wind Palm. Zhao Feng found it neither too difficult nor too easy to comprehend, but he made steady progress.

On this day,

Zhao Feng's comprehension of the "Residual Wind Style" reached about thirty to forty percent, finally encountering a bottleneck and stopping.

He closed his eyes and found that he had comprehended a significant portion of the holy-grade techniques in his mind.

The Mysterious Wind Palm was basically comprehended.

The Four Winds Style was comprehended up to the third style.

In comparison, the cultivation and comprehension of the "Star Pointing Finger" were much easier.

With just a little cultivation, the "Star Pointing Finger" broke through to the sixth level, only one level away from the highest level, the seventh level.

The comprehension of various techniques and their profound meanings came naturally to Zhao Feng, thanks to the mysterious left eye, which greatly increased his mental strength, comprehension, and analytical skills.

"The sect's entrance examination is still a month away, and my 'Silver Wall Technique' is just half a step away from breaking through to the eighth level."

Zhao Feng muttered to himself.

At this stage, he placed the most importance on body-cultivation martial arts, with cultivation being secondary.

As long as his physical foundation was solid, other cultivations would be more efficient and natural.

Therefore, Zhao Feng did not deliberately try to enhance his cultivation; otherwise, he would have already broken through to the eighth level of martial arts.

However, the improvement of body-cultivation martial arts becomes increasingly slow and difficult in the later stages.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, walked out of the pavilion, and went to the garden to breathe in the fresh air, allowing his body to relax appropriately.

Continuous cultivation is not always efficient.

Sometimes, appropriate relaxation can be more beneficial for cultivation and breaking through bottlenecks.

"Master Zhao, a few days ago, 'Beimo' sent someone to leave a message, inviting you to attend a celebration banquet."

The servant said respectfully.

Beimo? Celebration banquet?

Zhao Feng felt puzzled. Why would there suddenly be a celebration banquet?

Upon inquiry, the servant replied, "A few days ago, Beimo, at an age of less than sixteen, broke through to the ninth level of martial arts, causing a stir in Guangling Prefecture. The noble lord decided to hold a celebration banquet for him."

Ninth level of martial arts!

Zhao Feng's heart was shaken.

It was not hard to imagine that after the beast tide, Beimo also made significant progress, advancing further and breaking through to the ninth level.

Breaking through to the ninth level of martial arts at an age of less than sixteen, this was unprecedented in the entire Guangling Prefecture, and even in the vast Xiangyun Kingdom, at least in the last twenty years.

One must understand that many martial artists cannot break through to the seventh level throughout their lives.

After the seventh level of martial arts, the advancement becomes increasingly difficult and slow. Some elders of the Zhao clan might stay at the seventh level for their entire lives.

"Breaking through to the ninth level of martial arts at an age of less than sixteen... The geniuses of Beimo's generation are truly unfortunate."

Zhao Feng sighed inwardly.

In ordinary times, geniuses like Nangong Fan and Feng Yin Yue would be the best of their generation.

But encountering Beimo, the brilliance of other geniuses is overshadowed.

Zhao Feng asked, "When is the celebration banquet?"

"It's tomorrow evening."

The servant bowed and replied.

Zhao Feng nodded, but he felt a significant pressure in his heart.

Given the current situation, the gap between him and Beimo has not narrowed much.

Although he has been making rapid progress, Beimo, as a super genius, will not stop advancing.

Back in his room,

Zhao Feng's mind was calm, and he continued to cultivate the "Silver Wall Technique."

Under the pressure of a super genius, he was more focused than ever, and the mysterious left eye throbbed.

A strange aura emanated from the left eye, integrating into his entire body, even seeping into his organs.

A tingling sensation accompanied the circulation of the "Silver Wall Technique," spreading throughout his body.

Zhao Feng's mind was shaken, and his body hummed slightly. In his excitement, he exerted all his strength to circulate the "Silver Wall Technique."

After a day and a night,

A layer of light black sticky liquid was expelled from Zhao Feng's entire body.

He exhaled deeply.

His pores and acupoints relaxed, and he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. His body, mind, and spirit broke through a bottleneck, reaching a new level.

At this moment, with each breath, his body emitted an invisible aura, a power originating from his physical strength.

"The 'Silver Wall Technique' broke through to the eighth level under these circumstances."

Zhao Feng exhaled deeply, his face full of excitement and surprise.

Under normal circumstances, it would take at least half a month to a few months for his "Silver Wall Technique" to break through.

Perhaps due to the pressure from Beimo, the power of the mysterious left eye was further activated, and Zhao Feng's bloodline potential was greatly stimulated.

Now, Zhao Feng was confident that below the ninth level of martial arts, he was invincible. Even when facing ordinary ninth-level martial artists, he should be able to hold his own.

Creak!

Zhao Feng walked out of the room with a relaxed smile.

Outside, it was pitch black, with a bright moon and sparse stars.

"Almost forgot! Beimo's celebration banquet is tonight..."

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Judging by the time, the celebration banquet should have been going on for some time.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng leaped, heading straight for the location of the celebration banquet.

Under the starry night, a full moon hung in the sky, making the surrounding stars pale in comparison.

This celestial phenomenon seemed to symbolize Beimo's brilliant radiance, overshadowing the brilliance of other geniuses.

The location of the celebration banquet was at the Lingwu Hall, limited to a small circle of people in Guangling Prefecture.

Stepping into the hall, Zhao Feng found that the celebration banquet was nearing its end.

Inside the celebration hall, Guangjun Hou and his disciples were present, along with a few close confidants.

"Junior Brother Zhao, why did you come so late to Junior Brother Mo's celebration banquet?"

Nangong Fan frowned slightly.

"Salutations to Master! Congratulations to Junior Brother Mo!"

Zhao Feng ignored Nangong Fan, walked forward, greeted Guangjun Hou, and congratulated Beimo.

The aura around Beimo was deeper than before, and his martial arts internal energy was condensed to an extreme, indeed breaking through to the ninth level.

Compared to before breaking through to the ninth level, his strength had doubled.

Under the analysis of Zhao Feng's left eye, it was concluded that Beimo's true strength was close to the semi-saint realm.

In other words, Beimo's strength had already surpassed Ye Lingyun, the Three Guards, and others. Below the saint realm, it was difficult to find an opponent.

Guangjun Hou and Beimo did not mind Zhao Feng's tardiness.

At the celebration banquet, Guangjun Hou and Beimo, master and disciple, were the main characters, the focus of everyone's attention, surrounded by countless glories.

Guangjun Hou smiled, with concern and expectations for Beimo.

In comparison, the other named disciples, such as Nangong Fan, Zhao Feng, and Yang Qingshan, were just supporting roles, like green leaves accentuating the flowers.

"There is only one month left before the 'Xiaoyue Sect' entrance examination. I will certainly fulfill Master's wish."

Beimo said with determination, feeling the care and expectations from his master.

"You are my most outstanding disciple. After entering the sect, I believe you will go even further."

Guangjun Hou nodded with a smile.

As the celebration banquet neared its end, only Guangjun Hou and his six disciples remained in the hall, and even Ye Lingyun and others had left.

Zhao Feng realized that Guangjun Hou had something to say to his disciples.

"You all know that the 'Xiaoyue Sect' entrance examination is one month away, and I only have three slots. Ten days from now, I will select three people based on your strength, potential, and other comprehensive factors."

Guangjun Hou got straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, the other few people, besides Beimo, were shaken.

Even within the same sect, the disciples still had to compete for the three slots.

Six people, competing for three slots!

Among them, Beimo's slot was unquestionable and unshakable.

In other words, Yang Qingshan, Nangong Fan, Feng Yin Yue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei had to compete for the remaining two slots.