Chapter 37

If it's an enemy weaker than himself, of course he can crush them with this. However, if he encounters a formidable opponent, the shortcomings of his limited attack methods and insufficient techniques will be greatly magnified.

Therefore, Chen Feng is very clear that he must cultivate another martial technique to make up for the deficiency in his offensive methods.

The grand competition of the outer sect is approaching, and every bit of strength is crucial to him now.

Moreover, it is also time to return the Great Light Seal.

According to the rules of the Qianyuan Sect's outer sect, the selected martial technique manuals can only be borrowed for one month, and must be returned after one month.

The consequences of violating this rule are even more severe than committing murder within the sect.

In the eyes of the sect, martial technique manuals are far more important than ordinary outer sect disciples.

Chen Feng came to the Martial Technique Pavilion, and the old man in charge of guarding it was still drinking. It seemed that every time he came, the old man was doing the same thing—drinking.

Chen Feng walked up to him and respectfully bowed, "Disciple greets Grandmaster Uncle."

"Such a long title, don't you find it troublesome to call? Just call me Old Wu." The Grand Elder rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Yes, Old Wu." Chen Feng naturally dared not call him Old Chen.

"You, you're quite clever. What brings you here this time?" Old Wu smiled.

"Disciple has come to return the martial technique manual I borrowed previously, and I also wish to borrow another one of a higher level."

Chen Feng said respectfully.

Old Wu looked him up and down, somewhat surprised, "You've already reached the Sixth Level of the Afterbirth Realm so quickly? That's quite impressive!"

"Old Wu, you flatter me." Chen Feng humbly replied.

Old Wu did not show his inner shock, but he did not think much of it, as everyone knew that Chen Feng was Yan Qingyu's disciple.

And the Yan Qingyu who once emerged with astonishing talent left them with a deep impression!

They were not surprised by the level that Yan Qingyu's disciple could achieve.

After all, in their view, it was impossible for him to surpass Yan Qingyu.

"Go ahead and borrow, but there's no need to return it."

Old Wu winked at him, with a bit of a mischievous old man's demeanor, "How could I not remember you borrowing a manual from the Martial Technique Pavilion? Anyway, there's no record of any borrowing here!"

Chen Feng understood clearly in his heart, knowing that Old Wu was taking care of him.

The Great Light Seal was a treasure that could be endlessly explored, with many secrets he had yet to uncover. It would be great if he didn't have to return it.

He quickly smiled, "Old Wu, you're right. Disciple must have remembered incorrectly. This is indeed my first time coming to the Martial Technique Pavilion."

"You are a teachable disciple!"

Old Wu patted him and laughed heartily.

He waved his hand, "Go in, you can go directly to the third floor."

Chen Feng thanked him and entered the Martial Technique Pavilion.

This time, he easily broke through the barrier to the second floor, and the barrier to the third floor only lasted for less than ten breaths under his powerful true qi.

Although Chen Feng had not yet reached the Seventh Level, his true qi was pure and abundant, both in quality and quantity, far surpassing the average Seventh Level Afterbirth Realm strong.

On the third floor, Chen Feng found that it was much smaller than the first and second floors, with only a few bookshelves, and the number of manuals did not exceed one hundred.

It made sense; a Yellow Rank Third Grade technique was extremely precious. If such a manual appeared in the secular world, it would cause various families to fight over it, leading to a bloodbath.

Of course, the number would not be too many.

With the experience from last time, Chen Feng carefully tapped the corners of each bookshelf this time, trying to see if there were any hidden compartments.

After half an hour, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"Indeed, such a good thing, once is enough. I was being greedy, trying to take a shortcut."

Chen Feng muttered to himself.

He searched everywhere, but in vain, and decided not to pursue this idea. Instead, he began to patiently look for a suitable technique on the bookshelves.

Outside the Martial Technique Pavilion, Old Wu opened his eyes and chuckled, "This kid is quite interesting."

Chen Feng searched for about an hour, almost flipping through all the martial technique manuals.

In the end, he chose a Yellow Rank Third Grade technique.

'Rainfall Flying Flower Sword Technique!'

The Rainfall Flying Flower Sword Technique is swift and agile, with the sword qi forming the shape of falling flowers to injure the enemy, making it extremely powerful.

When perfected, the sword momentum will cause a heavy rain to pour down, and amidst the torrential cold rain, eighty-one sword qi flowers will fly in all directions, causing blood to splatter wherever they go.

The scene of killing is as splendid as a shower of flowers, tragically beautiful.

This is a sword technique that is beautiful to the extreme, turning killing into an art.

"It's you."

Chen Feng put the manual in his chest and walked out of the Martial Technique Pavilion.

When he came out, Old Wu was coughing violently.

It seemed he had choked on his drink, covering his mouth and coughing fiercely, his whole body trembling. The intensity of the coughing made one wonder if he would cough out his lungs.

Suddenly, his face contorted in pain, and blood seeped through the fingers of his hand that was covering his mouth.