Chapter 474: Three Months

Cheng Feng did not concern himself with the rights and wrongs of Qingxi County; he trusted Wei Zhuang and his two brothers completely. Even if the situation were to turn dire, Wei Zhuang would still be able to lead Cheng Shu and Cheng Lei to escape. As for the rest of the Hong Sect disciples, they would have to rely on their own fates.

Martial Dao cultivation methods, martial techniques, guidance, medicinal herbs, and even the Flood Dragon Meat and the Immortal Dao Cigarettes he had opened himself had provided the majority of the resources. With such a skew in resources, if there were still no decent results... Cheng Feng asked himself and felt he had a clear conscience. Cheng Feng would not raise useless people.

And after exchanging for the cultivation methods and martial techniques, Cheng Feng had only one thought—and that was to blast through it.

With the diligent cooperation of Hua Kai and Hua Xie, and with Shang Yan's special physique, Cheng Feng cultivated the land frantically.

Three months; it was truly enough to exhaust one's kidneys and liver.

Thirty times a day, ten times for each of the three women. As for the other concubines, Cheng Feng did not even have the time to pay them any mind. Especially Shang Yan; her Three-Source Body could be said to be in urgent need of development. From the beginning to the initial five thousand points, four thousand five hundred points, four thousand points, each reduction of five hundred points, it had gradually fallen back to one hundred points per time now. This was also excellent. As for the special identities of the two women Hua Kai and Hua Xie, each time was also ten points. As for the other concubines, Cheng Feng had already tried; they were plain and unremarkable, still one point per time.

In order to maximize his benefits, Cheng Feng naturally would not let the three women go.

And now, three months of time had passed, and Cheng Feng's Panel Luck Points were—

Ninety-seven thousand three hundred and fifty points.

Looking at that string of numbers on the Panmian that was almost overflowing, Cheng Feng exhaled a long, turbid breath, and the soreness and swelling faintly coming from his kidneys seemed to become not worth mentioning.

Three months, a full three months; he had almost lived his life as an emotionless pile driver.

If not for his formidable physique, if it were an ordinary person, they would have long since become a dried corpse.

Even so, at this moment his complexion was faintly pale, his eye sockets slightly sunken, and only in those eyes burned a flame that was nearly insane.

"It was worth it."

Cheng Feng muttered to himself, his mouth pulling into a slightly ferocious smile.

What did over ninety-seven thousand Luck Points mean?

It meant that as long as there were Martial Dao cultivation methods and martial techniques, his strength would welcome an explosive leap in a short period of time.

And all of this was already fully prepared.

Cheng Feng flipped up from the bed, his movements clean and crisp, without the slightest bit of the flabbiness that should have followed three months of fierce battle.

Hua Kai and Hua Xie had long since fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion, and Shang Yan could not even lift a finger; her whole body was limp in the silk quilt, her fair skin flushed with an unusual redness, which was the natural reaction after the Three-Source Body had been excessively developed.

Cheng Feng casually pulled over a robe to drape over himself, walked barefoot to the window, and pushed it open. The cold night wind poured in, blowing away the thick, seductive atmosphere in the room.

He looked out the window, his gaze piercing through the night, as if it had landed in a place extremely far away.

He was already too lazy to inquire about the news from Qingxi County.

If they couldn't beat them, couldn't they run?

If Wei Zhuang couldn't even handle this little matter, he would not be worthy of being a successor of the Zongheng School.

As for those Hong Sect disciples... he had given them resources and given them opportunities; if they couldn't grasp them, then they could only blame their own bad luck.

This world was never a world that emphasized equality for everyone.

He withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the Panmian.

"Iron Bone Golden Body" (1/5000)

"River-Severing Blade Technique" (1/5000)

"Wind-Stepping Walk" (1/5000)

Able to endure, able to strike painfully, able to get away.

Cheng Feng looked at these three cultivation methods and martial techniques that had already been exchanged and were just waiting for the Luck Points to be in place to add points, took a deep breath, and slowly spat out two words:

"Distribute them evenly, add points."

The moment the words fell, the Luck Point numbers on the Panmian poured out frantically like a burst dam.

Ninety-seven thousand three hundred and fifty points were swallowed up by the three greedy maws in almost an instant.

At the same time, three completely different yet equally majestic forces, like three angry dragons, roared and crashed into his limbs and bones.

The first force was as steady as a mountain, as heavy as a peak.

That was the tempering power of the "Iron Bone Golden Body". It was as if an invisible furnace had been ignited within Cheng Feng's body, treating every one of his bones, every meridian, and every inch of flesh as raw iron, and began to forge it frantically. His bones emitted dense, crackling explosions, their color turning from pearly white to pale gold, and their density and hardness soared at a terrifying speed.

A layer of metallic, cold luster appeared on the surface of his skin, then slowly faded away, returning to his original skin tone. But Cheng Feng could clearly feel that the defensive power of this physical body of his had reached an inconceivable level—if a divine weapon were to strike him, it was feared that not even a white mark would be left behind.

Before he could carefully experience the wonders of this new power, the second force followed closely behind.

That was a blade intent that was sharp to the extreme. It unreasonably poured into Cheng Feng's sea of consciousness, transforming into a giant blade that spanned the heavens and the earth, slashing fiercely at his consciousness.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes... countless swings, countless imprints.

Cheng Feng's pupils suddenly Shrink, and before his eyes, it was as if a surging, roaring great river had appeared, and that giant blade transformed from blade intent was slashing across the heart of the river.

Under one slash, the great river's flow was severed, the water waves split into two halves, unable to close for a long time.

"River-Severing Blade Technique"; only with power can one sever a river with a single blade.

The moment this blade intent completely merged into his soul, the aura on Cheng Feng's body changed abruptly.

He was clearly just standing there barefoot in a loose robe, yet he was like an unsheathed peerless precious blade, his sharpness exposed, making one dare not look directly at him.

Even in their deep sleep, Hua Kai and Hua Xie frowned involuntarily, as if their skin had been stung by an invisible blade edge.

The third force was the most light and agile, and also the most swift.

It was like the wind, formless and intangible, yet omnipresent.

Cheng Feng only felt a burst of heat in the Yongquan Point on the soles of his feet, as if two light air vortices were supporting his body.

A gust of breeze billowed out from within his body, blowing his robe until it snapped loudly.

In this instant, his body seemed to have lost most of its weight; with just a light tap of his toes on the ground, his whole person floated up.

"Wind-Stepping Walk", riding the wind to turn, walking through the air.

All three cultivation methods and martial techniques were added to the Master perfection realm, and it took no more than a few dozen breaths of time from beginning to end.

But Cheng Feng felt as if he had been reborn, his entire essence, Qi, and spirit having climbed to a brand-new peak.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spreading and then clenching, his knuckles emitting a series of dull explosions, as if metal and iron were clashing.

Then he waved his hand casually, using his palm as a blade, and slashed through the air toward the window.

It was not Blood Qi, nor was it True Qi.

That is the strength born from the physical body itself through Blood Refining.

Only at this moment, looking back, did Cheng Feng realize that there are differences in Martial Dao cultivation.

The physical body gathers strength, refining and tempering Blood Qi;

Blood Qi permeates the bones, condensing into True Qi;

True Qi concentrates and condenses into Gang Qi;

Gang Qi reverses, transforming the Acquired Realm into the Xiantian Realm; at that time, one becomes a Xiantian Realm Martial Artist.

This is internal cultivation.

Whereas a body-refining Martial Artist directly cultivates the physical body,

training themselves to a realm where they cannot be killed at the True Qi Realm and cannot be broken at the Gang Qi Realm.

They are completely humanoid weapons.

It is just that body-refining techniques each have their own focus.

Iron Bone Golden Body is focused on defense and strength.

The control of a perfect Master-level put Cheng Feng in a great mood at this moment.

An invisible ripple shot out from the edge of Cheng Feng's palm, silently sweeping across a rockery in the courtyard.

After a moment, the upper half of the rockery slid off diagonally, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if sliced through by an invisible giant blade.

A satisfied arc curled at the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth, but his eyes revealed a sense of wanting more.

Spending over ninety-seven thousand Fortune Points to exchange for these three techniques and martial skills was certainly worth it.

But this feeling was like a starving man who had only eaten three appetizers; not only was he not full, but it had also whetted his appetite.

He licked his lips, his gaze falling back onto the Panmian.

The balance of over ninety-seven thousand had been completely reduced to zero, the bare number seemingly mocking his three months of painstaking labor.

"Tsk." Cheng Feng clicked his tongue and cursed in a low voice.

Having tasted the sweetness of adding points, making him go back to slowly saving them one or two at a time was simply more unbearable than killing him.

He needed more Fortune Points, and right now, there was still only one path that was the most stable and efficient way to obtain them.

Cheng Feng slowly turned around.

Hua Kai and Hua Xie did not know when they had woken up; they were huddled in the corner of the bed wrapped in quilts, their two pairs of charming eyes looking at him timidly.

Although they had been sleeping, they were awakened by that sharp blade intent and had witnessed Cheng Feng's terrifying method of slicing the rockery with a wave of his hand; at this moment, they were both awestruck and afraid.

Shang Yan also struggled to prop herself up; the over-development of her Three-Source Body left her body sore and weak, but her eyes still revealed a strange, submissive look as if she had accepted her fate.

Cheng Feng looked at them and revealed a gentle smile, but the words he spoke made all three women shiver in unison.

"Have you rested enough?"

He walked slowly toward the bed, his bare feet stepping on the cold bluestone floor, making a steady and rhythmic sound.

"Then let's continue."