Chapter 30

The Corpse Dan, the size of an infant's fist, appeared in Ye Feng's hand. It was smooth and glossy, with threads of golden essence resembling coiling dragons swirling on its surface. These were the essences of the sun and moon, formed over decades, even centuries.

These coiling dragons entered Ye Feng's body, transforming into pure true qi, filling his nine dantians. Especially the yin dantian, which had already swollen, began to pulsate, and the more energy it absorbed, the more pronounced the swelling became.

A vortex appeared above Ye Feng's head, and a powerful surge of qi shot up, as if it could pierce the heavens. The dantian finally reached a new height, breaking through the seventh level of the Postnatal Realm and entering the early stage of the eighth level.

A blood-red glow emanated from his entire body, and the essence of the Corpse King's body completely disappeared, having been absorbed by Ye Feng. His blood surged, and his strength skyrocketed.

The power of one flying dragon!

The power of two flying dragons!

The power of three flying dragons!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng's strength reached the level of three flying dragons, already meeting the standard of the Prenatal Realm. His realm continued to rise, beginning to impact the later stage of the eighth level.

The essence of the Corpse King's body was too vast; it took a hundred years for each to form, absorbing the essence of countless years. In the end, it all contributed to Ye Feng, enhancing his strength by several decades.

The Corpse Dan, which was originally golden, had turned white, its essence completely gone. In Ye Feng's hand, it turned to powder and disappeared with a gentle breeze. Ye Feng's realm was thoroughly consolidated, stopping at the later stage of the eighth level of the Postnatal Realm, with his strength enhanced by several decades.

Although the Corpse Dan contained a hundred years of essence, it was already quite good that Ye Feng could absorb half of it; most of it had dissipated into the air.

With a clenched fist, a gust of wind swept out, driving away the surrounding corpse ghosts, clearing a large area. Ye Feng's gaze fell on Hei Wuchang.

A whistle blew, and the last few dozen corpse ghosts approached Ye Feng. Hei Wuchang planned to make one last stand, not believing that Ye Feng could be unaffected by the corpse poison.

With a gust of wind at his feet, Ye Feng's body disappeared from its original position, leaving only a shadow on the field. He threw a straight punch, sweeping away the last few dozen corpse ghosts.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The corpse ghosts exploded one by one, with countless pieces of flesh flying in the air. Without stopping, he threw a punch at Hei Wuchang, pressing down from the air. Ye Feng, filled with anger, almost died at the hands of the corpse ghosts, and all of this was orchestrated by Hei Wuchang in the shadows.

Facing Ye Feng's punch, Hei Wuchang's face changed drastically, a strong sense of danger filling his heart. The power Ye Feng displayed far exceeded his own, and he dared not be careless. His body darted, and a long sword appeared in his hand, slashing down in anger.

Ye Feng sneered, his feet moving rapidly, and he shot forward, slapping down with a palm, producing a loud rumbling sound. The air vibrated strongly, and a vortex began to spin, as if a fierce wind was blowing.

"Clang!"

A palm struck the long sword, not just knocking it away but shattering it. Ye Feng would not give him any more chances, and he grabbed at Hei Wuchang with a claw.

Reaching forward, Hei Wuchang had no resistance, and Ye Feng grabbed his arm, his nails piercing into the flesh, blood dripping down.

"A disciple of the Great Luo Academy, using such despicable means, you are a disgrace to the Great Luo Academy!"

Ye Feng tore at the arm, pieces of flesh falling off, and Hei Wuchang roared in pain.

"Boy, if you want to kill or torture me, do as you please, no need to pretend!"

Hei Wuchang knew it would be hard to leave alive today and hoped Ye Feng would give him a quick death.

Seeing Ye Feng control Hei Wuchang, the other six disciples of Tian Ling Academy quickly captured the other two disciples of the Great Luo Academy after a few rounds.

"Killing you would be too easy." Ye Feng couldn't easily kill him, as he almost died at his hands. Killing him so easily wouldn't satisfy Ye Feng.

His arm slowly slid down, peeling off pieces of flesh, starting from the shoulder and gradually moving to the elbow, the upper part already a bloody mess, with only bones exposed.

"Ah!"

Hei Wuchang couldn't bear it, screaming in pain, a pain that exceeded human limits.

The two disciples of the Great Luo Academy in the distance trembled in fear, one feeling a chill in his pants, even wetting himself, his face pale.

The six disciples of Tian Ling Academy felt greatly relieved, almost dying here, all due to Hei Wuchang's manipulation of the corpse ghosts. If not for Ye Feng's survival, they would have already been dead.

"Kill me quickly!" Hei Wuchang began to beg, wanting Ye Feng to give him a quick death.

"Kill you? Don't you think that would be too easy for you?"

Ye Feng's arm continued to slide down, reaching the wrist, the entire arm stripped of flesh, leaving only a bone.

Many of the Chen family guards turned away, unable to bear the sight. Ye Feng's actions were nearly cruel, but they couldn't intervene, especially since they had almost died at the hands of the corpse ghosts.

"Thud!"

Hei Wuchang knelt before Ye Feng, his body trembling, having lost an arm but not yet unconscious, the intense pain making him wish for death.

His right hand slowly raised, ten fingers emerging, piercing into Hei Wuchang's head. Blood flowed down his arm into Ye Feng's body, transforming into true qi, flowing into the dantian, significantly enhancing his realm.

Hei Wuchang's body rapidly trembled, his already thin frame turning into skin and bones, his eyes vacant, collapsing to the ground, dead.

Seeing Ye Feng kill Hei Wuchang, the six disciples of Tian Ling Academy did not hesitate, killing the remaining two. Since the conflict had escalated, they decided to finish it thoroughly.

Facing the conflict between the two academies, the Chen family remained silent, watching everything unfold. Only after everything was settled did they step forward.

"Brother Ye, thank you for your help this time. Otherwise, we would have all died at the hands of the corpse ghosts."

Chen Yiming, though aware of the conflict, did not mention it, not even the fact that Ye Feng had killed Hei Wuchang, bowing to Ye Feng.

"Brother Chen, you're too polite. We were betrayed by a villain, but fortunately, everyone is safe."

Ye Feng also bowed, referring to Hei Wuchang as a villain.

"Since everything is fine, let's leave here. The collection mission is over early!"

Given what had happened, there was no need to continue the mission.

The group spent half a day returning to Qiancheng, and everyone received a thousand spirit stones as payment.

"Senior Brother Ye, aren't you going back to the academy?"

After leaving the Chen family, Ye Feng followed the other six disciples out of Qiancheng. One of the disciples asked Ye Feng.

"Go back first, I plan to train for a while to consolidate my realm!"

Returning to the sect would still require training, and Ye Feng didn't want to waste time.

"Alright, let's part ways here!"

They weren't sentimental, quickly parting ways, the six disappearing from Ye Feng's sight.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye!

In a valley, a young man faced off against an adult iron-armed ape. The ape, at the peak of the ninth level, was covered in scales, its arms clashing with a metallic sound.

The young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wore purple clothing, his fists clenched. After three rounds, he still couldn't break through the iron-armed ape's defense.

The young man was Ye Feng, who had spent the past ten days training in the Qiyang Mountains, killing numerous beasts, absorbing their essence, and replenishing his true qi, his strength growing daily.

"Five Horses Tearing Apart!"

A vortex formed around Ye Feng, his fists absorbing the surrounding air, creating a wave of qi, like a meteor, colliding with the iron-armed ape.

After a few rounds, the iron-armed ape seemed to become enraged. This seemingly weak human had an astonishing strength, and as a peak ninth-level beast, it couldn't tear the human apart.

"Bang!"

The iron-armed ape extended its front arm, intercepting Ye Feng's punch. A wave of qi rolled out, like metal clashing, and Ye Feng's body shot back, being repelled.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The iron-armed ape pounded its chest, making a loud noise, and stepped toward Ye Feng.

"Such a beast, the power of one flying dragon couldn't subdue you. Let me show you my ultimate strength!"

A light flashed on Ye Feng's back, and true qi from his nine dantians began to gather, all focusing on his right arm. His eyes flashed with determination, and with a step, two deep pits appeared in the ground, like a cannon, Ye Feng charged forward.

"Mutual Destruction!"

Two flying dragons emerged from Ye Feng's arm, roaring and intertwining, wrapping around the iron-armed ape.

The iron-armed ape, seeing Ye Feng's display of the power of two flying dragons, its eyes flashed with shock, showing a hint of human emotion. It swung its arms at the dragons.

"Boom, boom!"

Two powerful impacts, rocks around them were blasted into the air, exploding with a loud noise, like fireworks. Large rocks shattered into countless pieces, falling to the ground.

The two flying dragons transformed into two fists, striking the iron-armed ape's arms. Clear bone-cracking sounds echoed, like popping beans.

"Roar!"

The iron-armed ape let out a mournful cry, its body thrown dozens of meters away, its proud arms shattered, hanging limply.

Retrieving his strength, Ye Feng returned to his previous state, not showing the three flying dragons' power hidden within his body. He slowly walked toward the iron-armed ape.

Without hesitation, he inserted his hands into the iron-armed ape's body, absorbing its essence, converting it into true qi, which flowed into his veins and finally into his dantian.

The several-hundred-pound iron-armed ape was reduced to a pile of remains in just a few breaths, its essence gone, its fur losing its luster, and its scales falling off. Ye Feng withdrew his hands, opened his eyes, and a hint of demonic red light flashed in his eyes, indicating a significant increase in his strength.

"Although my cultivation is nine times slower than others, I have a mutated constitution, and my strength increases no slower than anyone, and even surpasses many!" Ye Feng said confidently.

Just as Ye Feng was about to leave, he noticed several figures approaching the valley. He quickly hid in the nearby grass, seeing four men and one woman land. The four men were chasing the woman, who seemed to be injured.

"Qi Ruomei, I advise you to surrender. If you comply with us, we promise not to kill you!"

A lecherous and sinister laugh echoed in Ye Feng's ears.