Chapter 541: Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture!

At this moment, he no longer dared to be the slightest bit careless.

The black-clothed person felt that the light sphere contained a power he had never seen before.

It was not brute force, not skill, but a power of the law of heaven and earth.

That power, even he could not easily suppress.

Boom!

The light sphere exploded.

Golden light burst forth in all directions, illuminating the entire abandoned factory as bright as daytime.

The ground was blasted into a large pit, with shards of stone flying everywhere. The surrounding workshops were overturned by the shockwave, the sounds of collapse rising and falling, dust filled the air, choking to the point that one could not open their eyes.

The black-clothed person stood at the center of the explosion, his body pushed back three steps by the shockwave.

Three steps.

He finally retreated a full three steps.

The black-clothed person's black robe fluttered loudly in the shockwave, his hair dancing in the wind. His feet left three deep footprints on the ground, each step deeper by a fraction as he retreated.

He steadied his stance, lowered his head, and glanced at his own palm.

His palm bore several fine scratches, oozing a little blood. Though merely superficial wounds, for him it was something he hadn't encountered in many years.

His eyes were filled with shock.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng stood opposite, covered in blood, his clothes torn into rags, wounds all over his body. His complexion was pallid, his breathing ragged, his whole body swaying on the verge of collapse, as if he might fall at any moment.

But his eyes were bright, shining like two stars.

He stared at the black-clothed person, his eyes devoid of fear or retreat, filled only with resolve and fighting spirit.

The black-clothed person looked at Jiang Feng and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he laughed.

That smile was not mockery, not contempt, but genuine appreciation.

"Not bad."

His voice was low, yet each word was clear, echoing in the spacious factory.

"To unleash such a strike under these circumstances, you are stronger than I imagined."

Jiang Feng panted heavily, his wounds still seeping blood, yet he remained standing, not falling.

Hearing the black-clothed person's praise, his killing intent did not diminish, the fighting spirit in his eyes not lessening at all.

However, his heart also stirred involuntarily.

He recalled the recent battle, from being slapped away by the black-clothed person's palm, to exerting all his strength in a counterattack, and finally to that last strike.

He realized that, in a short time, this black-clothed person had actually pushed his strength up to a new level!

It was not that the black-clothed person held back; rather, in their exchanges, each of his moves forced Jiang Feng to advance to a higher level.

That feeling was like a strict master guiding a disciple in training.

You throw a punch, he blocks; you throw a palm, he neutralizes.

You exert all your strength, and he can easily cope, then counter with a more exquisite technique.

You are driven to desperation, forced to break through your own limits.

Many things he previously did not understand suddenly became clear.

The problems that had troubled him for a long time were all resolved in that battle just now.

It was not the black-clothed person who told him; rather, between life and death, he came to understand it himself.

Is this black-clothed person guiding himself?

A thought arose in Jiang Feng's heart, one that even he found unbelievable.

Just who is he?

Jiang Feng could not figure it out.

As he was thinking, the black-clothed person suddenly raised his hand and threw something toward Jiang Feng.

The object flew slowly, and Jiang Feng reached out and caught it.

It was a jade tablet.

The jade tablet was entirely bluish-green, crystal clear; holding it in his hand, a warm, moist power instantly spread, flowing from his palm into his body.

That power was gentle, like a warm current flowing through Jiang Feng's meridians. His wounds, under its nourishment, actually began to heal at an accelerated rate.

Jiang Feng lowered his gaze at the jade tablet, his divine sense probing into it.

Then, he froze.

Because inside this jade tablet lay the supreme technique of Kunlun.

Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture!

Jiang Feng was shocked beyond belief, his pupils constricting sharply, his mouth hanging open, unable to close for a long while.

Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture, that is the lost supreme technique of Kunlun Mountain for a thousand years!

It is said that this technique is not for fighting, but for cultivating the divine soul, nourishing the meridians, and prolonging life.

When cultivated to a profound degree, it can even allow one to be reborn, possessing an almost immortal body.

This technique existed only in records within Kunlun Mountain's Scripture Repository, with no physical copy— not even the old man had one.

The old man once said that the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture was Kunlun Mountain's most precious treasure, unfortunately lost in a great calamity a thousand years ago.

All past sect masters of Kunlun Mountain have sought it, but none have found it.

And now, this technique is in his hands.

Jiang Feng raised his head, looking at the black-clothed person, his eyes full of shock and doubt.

Who is this guy?

How could this cultivation method exist?

And they even gave this cultivation method to me?

Who exactly is he?

Jiang Feng opened his Mouth, wanting to ask clearly.

"You..."

He had only spoken a single word when he discovered the black-clad person had already turned, back facing him.

"No need to ask who I am."

The black-clad person's voice was low and deep, carried on the night wind.

"When the time comes for you to know, you will naturally know."

He paused, then continued.

"Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture, cultivate it well. Do not let it down."

After speaking, the black-clad person lightly tapped their Foot, and their body drifted away like a ghost.

His speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye he was already several dozen meters away.

Jiang Feng wanted to pursue, but his legs would no longer obey.

He could only Standing in place, watching the black-clad figure grow farther and more Obscurity.

After a few Breath, the black-clad figure completely vanished into the night.

The abandoned factory returned to silence.

Only the sound of wind blowing over the ruins could be heard, along with the occasional insect chirp.

Jiang Feng stood in place, holding that jade slip in his hand, watching the direction the black‑clad person disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

The night wind blew, bringing a hint of chill, blowing on his wound and causing a slight sting.

He lowered his head to look at the jade slip in his hand, then glanced at the mess all over the ground, and gave a bitter laugh.

He was inexplicably taken out from the Su family's gate.

He was inexplicably beaten, beaten half to death.

He was inexplicably given some pointers, and his strength increased greatly.

He inexplicably obtained a jade slip containing the lost top‑tier cultivation technique of Kunlun, lost for a thousand years.

All of this came too suddenly, so sudden that he was caught off guard.

Who exactly is that black‑clad person?

Why did he do that?

Jiang Feng thought for a thought it out, so he simply stopped thinking.

He put the jade slip into his bosom, turned around, and walked back step by step.

When Jiang Feng finally returned to the Su family, he found a group of people now guarding the Su family's gate.