387: Chapter 387 Forcibly Suppressing Realm

Xun Yu mused, "Young friend Feng Ming's previous aura did not seem like he was forcibly suppressing his Realm. He was accumulating strength to make a big impact. If he didn't have profound hidden foundations, then he must possess an astonishing Opportunity."

King Xibei pondered, then slowly spoke, "Breaking through two layers consecutively in the Mahayana Realm is indeed rare in ancient and modern times. But think carefully, if he didn't have some trump cards and strength, how could he have been granted marriage by His Majesty and enter my Xun family?"

"Fortunately, he's one of us. As long as he's truly good to Luo Yuan, I ask for nothing else. Speaking of which, King Haoyue actually chose a good son-in-law for me this time."

Xun Yu echoed with a smile, "Indeed, he's much stronger than the Second Prince."

...

Inside the bedroom, the four cultivation spirit fruits were completely refined. Feng Ming's aura surged again, reaching the seventh layer of the Mahayana Realm!

However, he also keenly detected a slight impropriety. The four spirit fruits helped him break through two layers, which was already a bit strenuous, far less abundant and effortless than the time in the imperial palace.

Advancing from the fifth to the sixth layer was smooth, but from the sixth to the seventh layer, he barely managed to Breakthrough by relying on his usual accumulation.

"It seems that the higher the cultivation, the weaker the effect of cultivation spirit fruits. In the future, if I want to break through a Realm, two spirit fruits might not be enough to support one Realm. However, the difference isn't huge; a little diligent Cultivation can make up for it."

Feng Ming understood in his heart and was not surprised. The increase in cultivation from cultivation spirit fruits was fixed, but the higher the Realm, the more terrifying the foundation required. This was a natural law.

Fortunately, he didn't only have the path of spirit fruits. Feng Ming's gaze shifted to the bottle of dark green poison in front of him—the Child-Swapping Poison.

"The main event has just begun. Whether I can break through another layer and step into the eighth layer of the Mahayana Realm depends entirely on this!" Feng Ming's mind focused, and he immediately activated the Ten Thousand Poisons Scripture.

However, as the Child-Swapping Poison was absorbed into his body, gradually refined and transformed, his expression slowly became somewhat strange. Although this Child-Swapping Poison was powerful, it was a chronic, peculiar poison.

Under the transformation of the Ten Thousand Poisons Scripture, the cultivation it could provide was far less astonishing than expected. Feng Ming felt a moment of speechlessness. He had thought this bottle of poison would bring him a huge surprise, but unexpectedly, it was so unsatisfactory.

"It seems that in the future, I will need to find more potent and overbearing virulent poisons to support my rapid Breakthroughs."

That being said, the Child-Swapping Poison was hard-won and not a small quantity, so it would be a waste to discard it. Feng Ming simply calmed his mind and spent a night refining and absorbing it all.

However, the increase in cultivation was ultimately limited. A night of diligent Cultivation only advanced his progress by one-third, still quite a distance from the eighth layer of the Mahayana Realm.

Feng Ming sighed inwardly and did not force it. Who knew, fate played tricks, and a new path emerged. The next morning, Xun Luoyuan personally arrived.

King Xibei had already agreed that Feng Ming could leave the mansion on the second day of his wedding, and the matter of dispelling the miasma poison for the soldiers of Xun Prefecture was officially put on the agenda.

Time was pressing, with only two days left. Feng Ming's task was arduous, but he was willing. King Xibei had made proper arrangements, scheduling all the army's soldiers to go to the training ground in batches for rotating detoxification.

The spacious grounds could accommodate hundreds or thousands of people at once, making it highly efficient. Feng Ming only needed to sit on the high platform, and with a lift of his hand, the miasma poison would be furiously absorbed by the Ten Thousand Poisons Scripture.

The Child-Swapping Poison was unsatisfactory, but this vast miasma poison gave him a huge surprise. The number of soldiers was truly enormous, and he absorbed and refined it continuously for two days.

The cultivation transformed from the miasma poison actually made up for the missing two-thirds. When the last wisp of miasma poison was absorbed into his body, Feng Ming's aura violently shook.

An aura far more profound and overbearing than before shot straight into the sky, reaching the eighth layer of the Mahayana Realm!

Just when one suspects no road ahead, suddenly a new village appears.

...

Three days passed in a flash. Today, Xun Prefecture City was adorned with lanterns and streamers, drums and gongs clanging, exceptionally lively.

The marriage of King Xibei's daughter caused a sensation throughout Xun Prefecture, and the entire city was filled with joy and celebration.

Early in the morning, Feng Ming was pulled out of the mansion by Xun Yu and Fang Zhao to stand at the entrance and welcome guests from all directions.

King Xibei had governed Xun Prefecture for many years and held deep prestige. Even with only three days of preparation, guests continued to arrive in an endless stream to offer congratulations.

Moreover, the lowest cultivation of the guests was above the seventh rank; ordinary Cultivators didn't even have the qualifications to enter.

Xun Beishan even personally took Feng Ming to meet several ninth-rank Great Masters of Xun Prefecture, clearly intending to pave the way for him, expand his network, and establish his prestige.

Although Feng Ming had no intention of residing in Xun Prefecture for long, he would not refuse this kindness. Befriending one more powerful individual meant one more retreat and one more safeguard.

The socializing continued until night fell, when the wedding ceremony officially began. The process was almost identical to the Feng family's wedding, so there's no need for detailed explanation.

After the bowing ceremony, Xun Luoyuan was sent to the bridal chamber.

Feng Ming remained in the outer hall, continuing to entertain guests. Among the crowd, he unexpectedly caught sight of a familiar figure—Master Gu!

At this moment, Fang Zhao was leading a group of subordinates, diligently urging drinks and continuously toasting Master Gu. Anyone with eyes could see they intended to get him drunk.

Xun Yu chuckled softly, "We can't touch him right now, but giving him a hard time and letting out some anger is fine. Fang Zhao has tampered with the wine. After this round, he's guaranteed to sleep for two or three months and won't wake up."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ming smiled helplessly. These people were truly cunning. Master Gu was already old; how could his body withstand such torment? He shook his head, unwilling to interfere, and quietly slipped away while no one was paying attention, returning to the bridal chamber.

Regarding Master Gu's identity as an evil Cultivator, he and King Xibei had discussed it privately. Feng Ming could never be sure whether Master Gu was indeed introduced by King Haoyue himself.

He had once suggested using soul-searching techniques to investigate his memories, but King Xibei shook his head and refused, "Although soul-searching techniques can peek into memories, they cannot be used recklessly."

"Master Gu's identity is not ordinary, and King Haoyue's cultivation is unfathomable. He has already set up a taboo in his soul sea. Once forcibly soul-searched, the taboo will be triggered, and King Haoyue will immediately notice. At that time, we would alert the enemy, which would be undesirable."

King Xibei knew better than anyone that even with the Life-Stealing Art in hand, which could allow him to perish with King Haoyue, rash revenge would only cause chaos throughout the world.

Once war broke out, the suffering would fall upon the common people, the citizens of Xun Prefecture, and his dearest relatives. Revenge, though gratifying, was not a wise move—at least, not at this time.

Feng Ming understood and said no more. His thoughts returned, and he had already pushed open the door and stepped into the bridal chamber. As soon as he entered, he saw a delicate figure sitting at the table, secretly nibbling on something.

Her red veil had long been tossed aside, showing no trace of dignity or reserve. Seeing him enter, Xun Luoyuan's pretty face flushed, and she stuck out her tongue, "I was really too hungry and couldn't resist. You won't blame me, will you?"

Feng Ming spread his hands, smiling wryly, "What is there for me to blame? We are originally..."

Before the words "fake marriage" could leave his mouth, Xun Luoyuan quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth. She shook her head gently at Feng Ming, mouthing, "My father and the others must be secretly watching us with Divine Thought. You absolutely cannot say such things."

Feng Ming understood and nodded helplessly.

Xun Luoyuan then released her hand. Feng Ming immediately raised his voice, deliberately increasing his tone, "Wife, it's getting late. Shall we retire early?"