Chapter 489: Preparation Complete

After staying at the Zhou Fu for a few days, Cheng Feng still had to return home to rest every night.

After all, even with joint training, Cheng Feng could not let himself stop making progress, could he?

The Dragon Snake Nine Transformations was the primary goal Cheng Feng had to charge toward now.

Looking at the cluttered Panmian,

Cheng Feng muttered, "This is too much; it's not intuitive!"

Back when his status and position were weak, those low-level martial arts had also been brushed to perfection by Cheng Feng.

But now, they were almost no longer of any use.

Fortunately, when holding a party at night,

Cheng Feng glanced at the Panmian; some low-level cultivation methods and martial arts had been minimized by the Panmian.

Cheng Feng also adjusted it himself.

Name: Cheng Feng

Lifespan: 18 (100)

Talent: More Children More Blessings

Constitution: Flood Dragon Body (0.1%)

Skills: Water Control (Proficient 192/200)

Water Arrow (Master 200/200)

Snake Controlling True Scripture: (Master 300/300)

Needle Yama Art: (Master 300/200)

Ghost Doctor Book: (Master 200/200)

Spirit Prescription Alchemy: (Entry 1/1000)

Bloodline Cultivation Method: Xiantian-level Dragon Snake Nine Transformations First Transformation (3/500)

Black Flood Dragon Body Refining Art: (Entry 20/500)

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Cheng Feng's gaze swept across the Panmian; those Master-level cultivation methods he had once been proud of now looked somewhat unpleasant to his eyes.

Snake Controlling True Scripture, Needle Yama Art, Ghost Doctor Book... these were all things he had risked his life to brush to perfection back then.

Especially the Needle Yama Art; in order to grind that last bit of proficiency, he had pulled several all-nighters.

And now? They were lying in the corner of the Panmian gathering dust.

Ever since he stopped working at the medical clinic, no one around him was currently sick.

His Medical Skill was no longer of any use either.

"I can't say they're useless, though," Cheng Feng consoled himself. "At the very least, these cultivation methods helped a great deal when I was laying my foundation."

It was just that his opponents now were no longer the second or third-rate figures from those small counties.

The foundation of the Red Lotus Sect was unfathomable; it was said that as early as twenty years ago, someone had already stepped into the Xiantian Realm.

And this collection of Master-level low-tier cultivation methods he possessed was no different from paper in front of a Xiantian expert.

This was why Cheng Feng was now pouring all his energy into the Dragon Snake Nine Transformations.

A Xiantian-level bloodline cultivation method—this was the true capital for his turnaround.

Looking at the beauties surrounding him, with their powdered faces and white clouds,

Cheng Feng picked up a wine pot and took a large gulp, saying with satisfaction, "Come, come, come! It has been a long time since I've relaxed. Tonight, either I fall, or you all fall!"

Cheng Feng's spear struck like a dragon, his Sword shattered the firmament.

And the women were like parched earth meeting sweet dew.

Dressed in Cheongsams of various colors, some long and some short, plus the white and black silk stockings they had made privately,

they pounced on him like wolves and tigers.

As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines.

Cheng Feng's dominance leaked out, occupying them alone without falling into a disadvantage.

Amidst the jade bodies laid out, he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Tonight, it was complete.

After a night of debauchery, the sky was already bright when Cheng Feng woke up.

He opened his eyes to see several women lying helter-skelter beside him, their arms and legs like white fat overlapping each other; the air still retained the ambiguous scent of last night's wine mixed with cosmetic powder.

Cheng Feng did not disturb them; he climbed out of the pile of powder and rouge on tiptoe, draped an outer robe over his shoulders, walked to the water well in the courtyard, and drew a bucket of cold water to pour over his head.

The late autumn well water was bone-chilling, but for his Flood Dragon Body, it was just right to wake his mind.

………

One month later, Cheng Mansion secret chamber.

Cheng Feng said silently, "Panmian, add points for me."

He recited it in his heart, and the numbers in the Dragon Snake Nine Transformations column on the Panmian began to jump.

100……200……300……380……

The speed of the Blood Qi surging through his meridians became faster and faster; that "little snake" was no longer swimming as docilely as before, but had become manic, no longer pausing before each acupoint, but charging directly through them with force.

Each impact was accompanied by a tearing pain, as if something were tearing at his meridians from the inside, wanting to burst out of his body.

Beads of sweat seeped from Cheng Feng's forehead, his teeth clenched tight. He knew this was the precursor to a breakthrough—every layer of the Dragon Snake Nine Transformations was a Transformation, and a Transformation was always painful.

400……430……460……

That "little snake" was no longer a snake; it expanded, twisted, and deformed within his meridians, charging about with a barbaric power.

Cheng Feng felt as if his spine were being crushed section by section by an invisible hand and then pieced back together; the excruciating pain shot from his tailbone all the way up to the back of his head.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and a layer of fine, scale-like patterns emerged on the surface of his skin—that was his Flood Dragon Body being activated under the stimulation of the Dragon Snake Nine Transformations.

480... 490... 500!

Boom—

A dull, thunderous roar exploded in Cheng Feng's mind, as if something had broken through its shackles, and a majestic power, unprecedented, gushed out from the depths of his dantian, rushing straight up his spine to the crown of his head.

His body jerked backward, his spine bending into an incredible arc, just like a fully drawn bow.

Then, his body snapped back, and a low, guttural roar escaped his throat uncontrollably.

That roar did not sound like a human voice; it sounded more like the growl of some long-dormant beast finally awakening.

Fortunately, Cheng Feng had been prepared and had ordered the servants in the mansion not to approach the study tonight regardless of what sounds they heard, otherwise, this roar would have caused quite a stir in the Cheng Mansion.

The roaring gradually subsided, and Cheng Feng slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of golden light flickered in his pupils, vanishing in an instant.

The scale-like patterns on his skin also slowly faded, hiding back beneath his flesh.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, relaxed them, and clenched them again—power, a force more refined and profound than before, flowed through his muscles and bones, like tempered steel; it possessed less crude, brute strength and more of a sense of control that could be exerted or retracted at will.

He called up the Panmian and took a look:

Bloodline Technique: Xiantian Realm Dragon Snake Nine Transformations, First Transformation (0/800)

There was an extra line of small text below, which he had never seen before:

First Transformation · Snake Shedding: Meridian resilience increased by 30%, Blood Qi circulation speed increased by 50%, gained the ability "Shedding" — can shed a layer of outer skin after suffering a serious injury, significantly increasing the speed of wound healing.

Cheng Feng stared at the two characters for "Shedding" for a long while, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

This ability didn't sound very dignified, but he knew better than anyone what it meant in actual combat.

Being able to accelerate healing by shedding a layer of skin after a serious injury was equivalent to having an extra life.

In the Martial Dao tournament, swords and sabers have no eyes; when it truly comes to fighting for one's life, this life is the trump card for a comeback.

And since his hard-body defense was already strong, if it really came to a life-or-death struggle, shedding skin could also be considered a healing ability that could help him recover.

He got down from the bed and stretched his limbs, his whole body emitting a series of crisp cracking sounds, like a hibernating snake stretching its body in the spring.

He walked into the courtyard, the moonlight spilling onto Cheng Feng; the late autumn night breeze blew over, and instead of feeling cold, he felt completely refreshed—after the breakthrough of the Dragon Snake Nine Transformations,

his Flood Dragon Body also reacted, and the number in the physique column changed from 0.1% to 0.3%; although it was still a negligible fraction, the growth was a solid three-fold increase.

Cheng Feng practiced a set of punches in the courtyard; it wasn't any specific technique or routine, just the simplest basic Fist Technique, yet every punch he threw carried a sharp, wind-breaking sound.

He could clearly feel that with the same movements and the same force, his Blood Qi circulation speed was 50% faster than before—this meant his reaction speed, explosive power, and the fluidity of his move transitions had all undergone a qualitative improvement.

Finishing his punches and standing still, Cheng Feng exhaled a long breath of turbid air; the mist-like breath condensed and did not dissipate under the moonlight, taking several breaths before slowly dissolving into the night wind.

"Still far from enough," he muttered to himself, then turned and returned to the bedroom.

The Dragon Snake Nine Transformations was divided into nine stages; the first transformation had already brought such a massive improvement, and just thinking about what the subsequent eight stages would be like made his heart race.

But correspondingly, the proficiency threshold for the second transformation had jumped directly to 800 points, a full 300 points more than the first. The further he went, the more terrifying the required proficiency would become.

Cheng Feng lay on the bed, hands behind his head, staring blankly at the roof beams.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, and the sound of the night watchman beating the gong could be heard faintly in the distance; it was already the third watch.

Cheng Feng closed his eyes, and the images of Liu Yu's fast saber, Huo Luan's Steel Saber, Gu Niangzi's poisonous insects, and Wang Ji's face, which always carried a hint of scrutiny, alternated in his mind.

In the Martial Dao tournament one month from now, every opponent he would face would be no easier to deal with than Liu Yu.

They were at least in the True Qi Realm, and among them, there might even be monsters in the Gang Qi Realm.

And that expert from the Red Lotus Sect, who was said to have stepped into the Xiantian Realm twenty years ago, was even more like a blade hanging over his head.

Cheng Feng turned over, a smile playing on his lips.

Afraid?

Not really.