7: A versatile, chaotic body, capable of cultivating countless techniques.

"Husband, are you being shy? Last night, you weren't like this."

Feng Ming's face reddened even more. "How dare you tease your husband. Just wait until tonight when I deal with you."

"It's not that I won't let you help me wash; your husband simply feels bad for you. I am a man after all; even if I don't look fat, I'll still be heavy. You have little strength, so it's inconvenient."

Feng Da had already come running over at Feng Ming's call. At this moment, he was pushing the wheelchair, desperately stifling his laughter.

"The relationship between the Young Master and the Madam is truly wonderful."

Feng Ming glanced at Feng Da. "If you don't speak, no one will take you for a mute. Hurry up and take me to bathe."

Feng Da did not dare to talk back and hurriedly led him away.

Jiang Shuwan looked at Feng Ming's departing figure, smiling with a face full of happiness.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully pampering your wife. Jiang Shuwan's favorability has increased to 55%.]

Feng Ming paused.

"This silly wife of mine, her favorability is too easy to grind. What was she moved by this time?"

...Feng Ming returned from his bath, feeling completely refreshed.

The increase in his strength made him incredibly curious about his current power.

As soon as he came out, he looked at Jiang Shuwan with eyes shining.

"Wife, come, let's exchange a few blows and spar a bit."

Jiang Shuwan was startled. "Husband, you want to fight me?"

Feng Ming nodded. "I want to know how much my strength has increased now that my Realm has risen so much."

"But, we have to serve tea to the family elders in a while. Won't we run out of time?"

Jiang Shuwan looked worried.

Feng Ming shook his head to comfort her. "Don't worry, my family members are all very easy to get along with."

"Alright then."

With no more lingering concerns, Jiang Shuwan nodded in agreement.

"Husband, then I'll use thirty percent of my strength, okay?"

The two were currently separated by an entire Realm.

She didn't know how to control her power properly.

Feng Ming shook his head. "Start with fifty percent."

If it was only thirty percent, he estimated there would be no problem at all.

Jiang Shuwan had no objections. At fifty percent, she was still confident she wouldn't hurt her husband.

She immediately mobilized her Qi, flew up, and struck out with a palm.

Feng Ming instantly circulated his Cultivation Technique and raised his palm to meet her.

Just as their palms approached, with about two or three meters of distance remaining, Feng Ming could already feel the cold air emanating from Jiang Shuwan's palm.

It was powerful and sharp.

Everywhere the palm wind passed, a layer of frost actually formed.

If it were someone else, they would have been forced back by this sharp palm strike immediately.

But Feng Ming felt that the chill within this palm technique had no effect on him whatsoever.

He even felt a sense of familiarity.

It was as if he was born knowing it.

Feng Ming was astonished.

He had never encountered a similar Cultivation Technique, nor did he have an ice-type Physique.

The only thing he could attribute this feeling to was the Chaos Body.

It truly lived up to its reputation as a Physique that could fuse with the myriad Daos.

To have a sense of familiarity without even learning it—if he were to actually study it, wouldn't it be like using a cheat code?

Feng Ming grew increasingly curious about the Chaos Body, wanting to see just how powerful it truly was.

While he was lost in thought...

Jiang Shuwan's palm wind had already closed in, the sharp frost scraping his face painfully.

The Ice and Snow Spirit Root was of the heaven grade; although her Physique hadn't been transformed yet, it was still very powerful.

Feng Ming pulled his thoughts back and focused on responding.

The two palms collided.

Boom!

The sound of an airflow explosion rang out.

A powerful shockwave erupted around the two of them.

Feng Ming remained motionless in his wheelchair, but Jiang Shuwan actually took a step back.

Jiang Shuwan looked shocked.

"Husband, are you... alright?"

Feng Ming shook his head. "I'm fine."

This palm strike, for which Jiang Shuwan used fifty percent of her power, also let Feng Ming feel his own strength.

It truly was the Chaos Body.

A single Physique, yet it gave him the myriad Daos and infinite possibilities.

No matter which path he took in the future, it would be a broad and open road.

But this wasn't enough; Feng Ming felt that receiving this palm strike was effortless.

"Come, continue. This time, eighty percent."

Jiang Shuwan had already realized just now that at fifty percent power, she was simply not Feng Ming's match.

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, she struck out with another palm.

This time, the cold air carried by Jiang Shuwan's palm wind was even denser.

The frost everywhere it passed was already about one centimeter thick.

Feng Ming was shocked to find that he could actually judge the power of Jiang Shuwan's palm through this cold air.

Circulating his Cultivation Technique, Feng Ming raised his hand to meet Jiang Shuwan's palm.

The two palms met; Feng Ming didn't move from his spot, but his face turned slightly red.

Jiang Shuwan didn't move this time either.

She looked at Feng Ming with a worried gaze. "Husband, are you okay?"

"Did I use too much force?"

Feng Ming chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Logically speaking, we are separated by a major Realm; since you used eighty percent of your power, I shouldn't have been able to block it."

"But now, I feel like I have no problems at all. I might even be able to take your full-strength strike."

"No way."

As soon as Feng Ming finished speaking, Jiang Shuwan immediately voiced her opposition.

"We are a whole major Realm apart, and you also have a leg ailment. How could I possibly use my full strength against you?"

"While there are indeed experts who can fight across levels, I don't want to hurt you."

"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing. I want to try."

Feng Ming was currently like someone searching for a Treasure Trove, developing the benefits of the Chaos Body bit by bit.

How could he be willing to give up now?

Besides, it was just a trial; they would stop before any real harm was done, so how could there be danger?

Faced with Feng Ming's request, although Jiang Shuwan was worried, she was also unwilling to disappoint him.

She could only strike out with a palm using all her might.

With the strength of the Middle Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, a full-power strike would turn an ordinary cultivator into a dead man instantly.

Even for someone at the Peak of the Qi Refinement Stage, facing the Foundation Establishment Stage meant a gap of a whole major Realm; even if they didn't die, they wouldn't have it easy.

At this moment, Jiang Shuwan's entire aura had undergone a change.

She was like a fierce beast, inspiring awe and fear in others.

The path of the palm wind was no longer a thin layer of frost, but a thick layer of ice crystals.

Feng Ming could feel the power of this palm and immediately struck out with his full strength.

The moment he struck with his palm, something that surprised him happened.

Feng Ming discovered that a layer of frost had also condensed on his own palm.

Initially, Feng Ming thought this was because Jiang Shuwan's ice crystals were too powerful and had covered his palm.

However, after he sensed it carefully, he found that this frost was actually generated from within his own body.

It was identical to Jiang Shuwan's, yet it did not originate from the same source.

He didn't know when a wave of cold air had been born inside him.

Before Feng Ming could think further, Jiang Shuwan's attack had already arrived before his eyes.

He hurriedly raised his hand to respond.

A strike with all his might.

The moment his palm struck out, Feng Ming felt a dense layer of ice attached to his palm.

When the palms met, in an instant, the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees were all frozen.

It was as if, in the blink of an eye, winter had arrived.

"This..."

Jiang Shuwan was full of shock.

"Husband, you... you also Cultivate an Ice-type Cultivation Technique?"