Chapter 8

"Today, Young Master actually didn’t go out to revel and enjoy himself; instead, he started practicing boxing. It’s truly strange."

"This boxing technique doesn’t seem very powerful, lacking any strength, but it gives a peculiar sense of rhythm."

"Strange, strange. Could the boxing technique Young Master is practicing be the Divine Fist? No matter how hard I try to imitate it, I can’t capture its essence." Someone tried to learn the boxing technique from Feng Feiyun but always felt unable to perform it smoothly. Every time he threw a punch, his whole body ached, and he eventually had to give up, not daring to continue.

These nine boxing techniques of Feng Feiyun represent nine intentions. They appear simple and ordinary, but in reality, they are exquisitely ingenious. Even if someone can imitate the boxing techniques, they cannot imitate the intentions behind them. Any slight deviation will result in self-injury.

Feng Suiyu stood on a six-story pavilion, his handsome face cold and solemn. He held a book in one hand and lightly tapped the elmwood railing with the other, as if deep in thought.

"Young Master, there’s no need to worry. Feng Feiyun’s boxing is just a monkey’s imitation; it won’t amount to anything," a sharp-nosed, monkey-faced servant sneered behind Feng Suiyu.

Feng Suiyu shook his head and said solemnly, "It’s not normal, not normal. I feel that something about him has changed, making me uneasy!"

"Heh heh, should I get rid of him to prevent any trouble?" the servant asked.

Feng Suiyu’s eyes turned cold as he glared at him and said, "Do you really think our adoptive father has completely given up on him? Our adoptive father is a shrewd man. If he finds any trace, we will all be in trouble."

"Unless it’s absolutely necessary, we can’t touch Feng Feiyun. Besides, he has Liu Butler by his side, whose cultivation is unfathomable. With Liu Butler guarding him, even if I were to act personally, I wouldn’t fare well."

The servant said, "Young Master has already cultivated the *Great Wind Technique* to the third level, reaching the peak of the Spirit Induction stage. You can easily fight dozens of martial arts experts alone. Could you not defeat that old Liu Butler?"

The *Great Wind Technique* is a defective cultivation manual passed down by Feng Wanpeng to Feng Suiyu. Feng Suiyu, with his exceptional talent, reached the third level after just a few years of cultivation, earning praise from Feng Wanpeng multiple times.

Feng Wanpeng, after nearly thirty years of cultivation, only reached the fifth level of the *Great Wind Technique*, becoming a powerful figure in the region. Feng Suiyu, after just a few years, reached the third level, showing even greater talent than Feng Wanpeng.

"Don’t underestimate Liu Butler; his cultivation is no less than our adoptive father’s."

Feng Suiyu was a cautious and meticulous person, rarely making mistakes. He frowned and said, "Feng Feiyun started changing last night. Who did he meet yesterday?"

The servant thought for a moment and suddenly his expression changed. "Miss Luo, Luo Yuer. I heard a strange thing happened yesterday; Young Master Feng actually invited Doctor Wang from the Ancient Goodness Hall to treat Old Luo’s injuries, and he didn’t even mistreat Miss Luo. Could it be that Luo Yuer has reformed Young Master, making him turn over a new leaf?"

"Reformed by a woman, turning over a new leaf, Luo Yuer!" Feng Suiyu repeated softly, then continued, "Interesting, interesting! You go find Wu Lao. Let him handle this! Feng Feiyun has learned to cherish beauty; we’ll find someone who doesn’t. Heh heh!"

"If Luo Yuer meets Wu Lao, it will truly be a case of a delicate flower being trampled and tender leaves being ravaged! Heh heh!" The servant laughed lewdly, knowing Wu Lao too well. Miss Luo Yuer would be in grave danger this time.

"Heh heh! It’s not that easy to turn over a new leaf!"

Feng Suiyu withdrew his gaze, turned to a new page in the book, and began to read it seriously. The cover of the book read "Jade Bottle Plum" in large characters!

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For the next three days, the always dissolute Young Master Feng did not step out of the Feng residence. During the day, he studied military strategy with Master Ge, and at night, he cultivated the *Immortal Phoenix Body*.

Now, Young Master Feng seemed like a completely different person, leaving many servants and maids puzzled.

After three days of cultivation, the blood in Feng Feiyun’s body became incredibly vigorous, as red as fire, flowing faster, and his physical strength was many times stronger than before.

"Boom!"

Threads of white spiritual energy were born in his blood, flowing into his dantian, endlessly, like a small stream continuously pouring into the sea.

This is "Spirit Induction"!

"Finally, I have successfully cultivated the first level of blood replacement, giving birth to Spirit Induction. Now I have reached the initial stage of Spirit Induction."

Blood replacement is divided into four levels: the first level, pure blood, as red as fire.

The second level, boiling blood, as black as ink.

The third level, agile blood, radiating golden light.

The fourth level, blood returning to its original state, becoming its natural color.

The color of the blood changes four times: red, black, golden, and natural.

Feng Feiyun is now at the first level, with his blood purity increased, turning red.

With the birth of spiritual energy in his body, Feng Feiyun was eager to use this thread of spiritual energy to activate the spiritual boat on the palm of his right hand.

However, to his disappointment, the faint boat shadow on his palm showed no reaction. The spiritual energy flowing into his palm was like a stone sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

"It seems that to activate this spiritual boat, a large amount of spiritual energy is needed. Sacred spiritual vessels are indeed beyond ordinary reasoning."

Feng Feiyun was not discouraged. If a single thread of spiritual energy could control a sacred spiritual vessel, that would be abnormal.

In general, re-entering the path of cultivation, Feng Feiyun was in high spirits. A white spiritual light appeared between his fingers, and he pointed it out, instantly creating a small hole in the wall.

"Bang!"

Feng Feiyun directly crushed a white porcelain teacup with his palm, turning it into white powder.

Although he has only reached the initial stage of Spirit Induction, his combat power can already match that of a martial arts expert, and even surpass it.

"Ha ha! Feng Ping, is the bath water ready?" Feng Feiyun opened the door and called to a servant outside.

"It’s already prepared. Xiao Lan, Xiao Qing, quickly serve Young Master to bathe and change clothes." The servant named Feng Ping urged, then asked with a smile, "Young Master, what’s making you so happy today?"

Two maids had already poured hot water into the oak bathtub, sprinkling a basket of red petals, steam rising, and heat enveloping the room.

"That’s none of your business. Wait a moment and follow me out. I want to buy a fine weapon. Which weapon shop in Lingzhou City can sell the best divine weapons?"

Feng Feiyun has now reached the initial stage of Spirit Induction, with his arm strength reaching several hundred pounds. In a real fight, a fine weapon can significantly increase his combat power.

He doesn’t expect to find a spiritual weapon in Lingzhou City, but if he can buy a treasure weapon, it will be enough for his current use.

Feng Ping, upon hearing this, was overjoyed. These past few days, he and Feng An, the two dog servants, were bored to death. With Young Master Feng not leaving the residence, they didn’t dare to go out either.

Today, Young Master Feng’s mood has finally returned!

They can once again follow Young Master Feng, using his influence to bully others.

Being a servant to Young Master Feng is a prestigious position.

"Reporting to Young Master, there are three large weapon shops in Lingzhou City, but to buy the best divine weapons, it’s probably only possible at the Silver Hook Shop," Feng Ping said.

"Why is it only at the Silver Hook Shop that one can buy the best divine weapons?" Feng Feiyun asked, comfortably lying in the bathtub while a maid massaged his back.

"The Silver Hook Shop is no ordinary place. It’s a business of the Silver Hook Clan, one of the four major families of the Divine Shepherd Dynasty. It has over ten thousand branches throughout the Divine Shepherd Dynasty, spread across every ancient city. If you can afford the price, you can even buy a spiritual weapon."

"So powerful, selling spiritual weapons. It seems the Silver Hook Clan is not simple at all!"

Spiritual weapons are extremely rare in the human realm. Even the lowest-grade spiritual weapon is extremely rare, worth more than ten cities.

A spiritual weapon is a treasure that can communicate with the spirit, surpassing the mundane, and is not comparable to ordinary treasures.

"None of the four major families are simple. They almost control half of the power and wealth of the Divine Shepherd Dynasty, like four colossal entities."

"Good, let’s go to the Silver Hook Shop!" Feng Feiyun said.