Chapter 5

"Chen Feng, you really kept it from me!"

Leaving the crowd, Han Cong walked on the mountain path of the outer sect and smiled at Chen Feng.

However, there was no blame in his words, only genuine happiness for Chen Feng.

"Sorry, Uncle Master, I really didn't mean to hide it from you..." Chen Feng said apologetically.

"I know, I know, afraid of drawing too much attention, right?" Han Cong laughed: "No problem, no need to explain, I'm very happy for you. But..."

He said solemnly: "Your master had many enemies in his lifetime. They all thought you were a waste and didn't bother with you. Now that you've changed their perception of you, it might become more dangerous. Listen to me, be very careful."

Chen Feng felt warm inside and said: "Uncle Master, don't worry! I'll be careful."

"What do you plan to do now?" Han Cong asked: "Are you still going to the Resource Hall to collect spirit stones?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "Not for now. If I go, Uncle Master, you'll definitely have a conflict with Elder Sun. Over the years, I've accumulated quite a few spirit stones, so a few more or less won't matter. When I'm strong enough in the future, I'll deal with Elder Sun."

Han Cong nodded in approval.

He was pleased that Chen Feng could take a step back. A true strong person can't always be aggressive and ruthless; they must be flexible and know when to advance and when to retreat. How many of those who dominate a region have had a smooth journey?

"Uncle Master Han, I want to go to the Martial Techniques Pavilion first and choose a martial technique. My master has always taught me cultivation techniques, but not martial techniques," Chen Feng said.

"Alright, I'll take you," Han Cong smiled: "Just so happens, the person in charge of the Martial Techniques Pavilion is an Uncle Master from when I first joined the sect. He's an outer sect's Grand Elder, and I can put in a good word for you."

The two walked down the main path and followed a small road to the Martial Techniques Pavilion. Behind the pavilion was a cliff, and the surrounding area was filled with blooming flowers and lush trees, making it very quiet. On the way, they encountered a few outer sect disciples, each holding a line-bound book as if it were a treasure, hurrying out to cultivate.

A few of them saw Chen Feng and sneered, but they didn't dare speak when they saw Han Cong beside him.

At the entrance of the Martial Techniques Pavilion, an old man was leaning on the steps, drinking wine. His beard and hair were messy, and he looked very unkempt. The wine gourd was tilted, and the wine flowed down as he drank it in large gulps, with some spilling from the corners of his mouth. From a distance, one could smell the strong alcohol odor emanating from him.

Han Cong approached and said softly: "Grand Elder Uncle Master, I've brought someone. He is Senior Brother Yan Qingyu's disciple. Everyone thought he was a waste, but now he can cultivate, and he has reached the third level of the Later Heaven stage. According to the sect's rules, he can choose a martial technique at the third level."

The old man grunted a couple of times, but it was unclear what he said. Han Cong turned around and said: "Go in. Don't stay too long, come out early."

"Thank you, Uncle Master." Chen Feng didn't ask more and walked to the entrance, bowing to the old man: "Thank you, Grand Elder Uncle Master."

After saying this, he walked in.

The Martial Techniques Pavilion was large, spanning several hundred meters. Rows of bookshelves were filled with various cultivation techniques and martial techniques, numbering at least ten thousand.

The outer sect's Martial Techniques Pavilion was only for the use of outer sect disciples, who were mostly at the Later Heaven stage. The highest level of martial techniques in the pavilion was only Yellow Grade Level 3.

Martial cultivation progresses step by step. From the first to the third level of the Later Heaven stage, one can only choose from the first floor. At the fourth level, one can enter the second floor. At the seventh level, one can enter the third floor.

Chen Feng directly headed for the stairs leading to the second floor, not even glancing at the first floor's martial techniques. Although he hadn't reached the fourth level, the fourth level of the Later Heaven stage had a strength of one thousand pounds, and he was already at eight hundred pounds. He wanted to try.

As soon as he stepped on the first step, he felt his body being blocked, as if there was a transparent barrier on the stairs, hindering his progress.

Chen Feng wasn't surprised. He gathered his true qi, which surged out to counter the barrier, trying to push through. He took one step at a time, pressing the barrier back, but it was incredibly resilient and wouldn't break no matter what. Chen Feng's forehead was drenched in sweat, and his meridians ached from overusing his true qi, but he gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

Suddenly, there was a light popping sound, like a bubble bursting, and the barrier disappeared without a trace. Chen Feng quickly stopped, or he would have crashed into the stairs.

He was somewhat surprised, not expecting to break through so easily.

Chen Feng didn't think much about it and quickly went up to the second floor.

"Clear goal, resilient, a good seed. For a good seed, I should make things easier for him."

Outside the Martial Techniques Pavilion, the drunk Grand Elder muttered softly, his eyes bright, showing no signs of intoxication.

Han Cong bowed and said: "Thank you, Grand Elder Uncle Master."

"A pity... his master from back then..." the Grand Elder sighed.

Chen Feng was selecting a martial technique on the second floor. He already had the Beiduro Leaf Golden Sutra, so he didn't need to look for another cultivation technique.