28: Chapter 28 Blazing Sun Technique, True Qi Realm Level 3!

The battle at the Crying Ghost Mine caused Lin Feng's name within the Nanyan Prefecture Demon Suppression Division to leap from a "lucky newcomer" to an "unrivaled monster-level powerhouse."

The entire Tiezi Courtyard was filled with an unprecedentedly harmonious atmosphere.

Those old-timers who previously enjoyed gathering to gossip and point fingers at the newcomer now looked at Lin Feng as if they were seeing their own ancestral tablets; they would start bowing and scraping from eight zhang away, their forced smiles looking uglier than crying.

As for Wei Jin's lackeys, they became even more like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

It was said that they didn't even dare to mutter Lin Feng's name in their dreams at night, fearing that the god of slaughter would crawl out from under their beds with a saber and ask them, "What are my rules?"

Lin Feng, however, didn't care at all.

To him, beating these flies into submission was merely to create an environment where he could "pay to win" in peace.

Under the "seeing a ghost" gaze of the Mission Hall Deacon, Lin Feng successfully obtained 1,500 merit points.

Carrying this huge sum of money, he headed straight for the Armory in a joyful mood.

It was the same Armory, and the same two deacons.

However, the treatment this time was worlds apart.

Before Lin Feng even reached the door, the two deacons sprang from their chairs like they had springs attached, jogging over to welcome him.

"Lin... Brother Lin! You... you've come!"

One of the deacons bowed and scraped, the flattery on his face almost overflowing, "The Armory has been specially cleared for you today, it's absolutely quiet! Absolutely no one will disturb you!"

The other deacon nimbly served a cup of hot tea.

"Brother Lin, please watch your step, be careful of the stairs! We'll be waiting at the door; if you have any orders, just give us a shout!"

Just two days ago, they were laughing at Lin Feng for being a coward, but today, he had returned with the head of a third-rank Golden Corpse King.

This face-slapping was so fast and fierce that it almost sent them packing.

Now, let alone making things difficult, they wished they could enshrine Lin Feng.

Lin Feng couldn't be bothered with these two fence-sitters and walked straight to the second floor of the Armory.

Unlike the first floor with its dazzling array of bookshelves, the second floor appeared empty and solemn.

There were only a dozen or so bookshelves made of red sandalwood, with a few Secret Manuals carefully preserved in jade boxes scattered upon them.

Every Secret Manual emitted a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Qi, clearly none of them were ordinary.

Lin Feng's goal was very clear.

He now had a full set of Cultivation Technique, saber technique, and Movement Technique, but they were all just common goods from a "starter village" like Qingyang County, and they had long since failed to keep up with his growing strength.

He quickly found the three Secret Manuals he desired on the bookshelves.

The first one, a Cultivation Technique, "Heaven-Burning Sun Art."

It was an advanced version of the "Blazing Sun Art." The True Qi cultivated from it was even more blazing and overbearing, like the fire that burns the heavens, sufficient to support a Martial Artist's cultivation up to the Peak of the True Qi Realm Ninth Layer.

Price: 1,000 merit points.

The second one, a saber technique, "Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash."

It consisted of nine styles; the saber strikes were like thunderclaps, and every strike was a tribulation. Its power was far above the "Seven Kill Blade Technique."

Price: 1,000 merit points.

The third one, a Movement Technique, "Phantom Streamer Step."

When cultivated to Major Achievement, one's body would be like a phantom and steps like flowing light; during movement, one could even leave behind an afterimage to deceive the enemy.

Price: 1,000 merit points.

Three Secret Manuals, totaling 3,000 merit points.

Lin Feng walked to the exchange counter and handed over the Secret Manuals and his token.

The person in charge of the exchange was still that Goatee Old Man.

When the old man saw Lin Feng, his eyelids twitched, and his attitude was significantly better than last time.

"The 'Heaven-Burning Sun Art' can be exchanged using the mission reward,"

The old man said while registering, "The remaining two require 2,000 merit points. You only have 1,500, so you're still 500 short."

"How many merit points can this be exchanged for?"

Lin Feng was prepared and placed the transcript of the "Heavenly Corpse Soul Control Art" captured from the mine on the table.

The Goatee Old Man didn't think much of it at first, but when his gaze fell on the four twisted and sinister seal characters on the cover, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed the Secret Manual as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Heavenly Corpse Soul Control Art! It's actually this long-lost Evil Path technique!"

"Although this technique is malicious, the methods for corpse refining and mental control within it have extremely high reference value for our Demon Suppression Division to study the weaknesses of zombies!"

He looked up, and the way he looked at Lin Feng had changed.

"Ahem... according to the rules, for handing in this type of valuable Evil Path technique, the Division will grant a reward."

"For this transcript, I'll take charge and value it at... 500 merit points! What do you think?"

"Sure." Lin Feng chuckled inwardly; this old man was quite good at business.

The merit points were just enough, and he obtained three brand-new Secret Manuals.

Returning to the Tiezi Courtyard, Lin Feng closed his door, his face showing the excitement of someone about to start a gacha pull.

He first memorized the contents of the three Secret Manuals and then opened the System panel.

[critical hit points: 78,050]

Looking at this string of numbers, Lin Feng felt a surge of pride.

"With money, I can truly do whatever I want!"

"System! Start adding points!"

[Ding! Consumed 50,000 critical hit points, 'Heaven-Burning Sun Art' critical hit successful!]

Boom!!!

This Breakthrough was far more violent than any previous one!

If going from Body Tempering to Pulse Opening was like a stream merging into a river,

Then going from Pulse Opening to the True Qi Realm was like a river flowing backward, surging into the sea!

Within his Meridians, those rushing golden True Qi began to undergo a qualitative transformation under the catalysis of the massive amount of critical hit points!

They were compressed, purified, and condensed over and over again. Finally, strands of even purer, more agile pale-golden "Spiritual Qi," which seemed to possess life, were born from the True Qi!

Simultaneously, within his Dantian, a huge Qi Cyclone was suddenly formed!

This was the hallmark of the True Qi Realm—the Qi Cyclone!

With a Qi Cyclone, a Martial Artist could absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into their body and convert it into their own spiritual power, becoming endless and causing their strength to skyrocket!

True Qi Realm First Layer!

True Qi Realm Second Layer!

True Qi Realm Third Layer!

A full 50,000 critical hit points acted like fuel, forcefully pushing his cultivation from the Meridian Opening Realm Ninth Layer Perfection directly to the True Qi Realm Third Layer!

"Phew..."

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, feeling the unprecedentedly powerful force within him, and with a thought,

He pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly tapped toward the empty wall.

Sizzle!

A condensed strand of pale-golden Spiritual Qi shot out from his fingertip, silently leaving a deep, bottomless hole in the hard wall.

True Qi Release!

This was the most prominent characteristic of a True Qi Realm expert—killing invisibly!

"Not bad, not bad."

Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction and turned his gaze back to the System panel.

After thinking for a moment, he issued a command.

[Ding! Consumed 10,000 critical hit points, 'Phantom Streamer Step' critical hit successful!]

Boom!

Endless insights regarding the Movement Technique flooded into his mind. Lin Feng only felt his body become unprecedentedly light, as if he had merged with the wind.

With a thought, he casually took a step within the small room.

Swish!

His figure instantly vanished from the spot. In the next moment, four identical "Lin Fengs" actually appeared simultaneously in the four corners of the room: east, south, west, and north!

These afterimages were lifelike, even the folds in their clothes were clearly visible, carrying a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Qi, enough to pass for the real thing!

"Phantom Streamer Step," Minor Achievement!

Logically, even if the Movement Technique reached Perfection, it could only produce one afterimage to deceive the enemy.

Minor Achievement should not be able to produce afterimages.

But Lin Feng, relying on the 60x critical hit, forcefully achieved something at Minor Achievement that even Perfection could not accomplish.

"This speed, compared to 'Wind-Following Steps,' is simply the difference between a horse carriage and an airplane. If it reached Perfection, with the critical hit, dozens or even hundreds of afterimages could appear in an instant..."

Lin Feng was very satisfied with this effect and finally locked his gaze on that saber technique.

[Ding! Consumed 18,000 critical hit points, 'Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash' critical hit successful!]

Buzz—!

This time, what flooded into his mind was no longer just pure killing intent.

It was a violent, fierce, overbearing Saber Intent that seemed to be able to summon the Nine Heavens' divine lightning!

The Refined Steel Saber in his hand, under the influence of this Saber Intent,

Actually made a faint "sizzling" sound, and on the blade, it seemed as if tiny electric arcs were dancing!

"Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash," proficient!

True Qi Realm Third Layer cultivation.

Minor Achievement Movement Technique.

proficient saber technique.

Coupled with a critical hit multiplier as high as 60x...

Lin Feng stood up, feeling his transformed strength, the curve of his lips becoming more pronounced.

If that Golden Corpse King were to come back to life,

A single strike would send him back to his coffin!