Chapter 7 - The Cultivation Method of Killing (2/2)

Mu Feng laughed out loud. After all, he was still a teenage boy. He couldn’t possibly hide his happiness after going through so many ups and downs in life.

Mu Feng then took a deep breath and channeled the Vitality in his Meta-pulses towards his fist, which then emitted a pale white light.

“Tong Mai Punch!”

Mu Feng punched at the thick trunk of the pear tree that was in the center of his courtyard.

Bang!

A loud bang resounded and a deep dent was formed on the tree trunk, shaking the tree and causing leaves to fall off.

Mu Feng was astonished by the power of his punch.

In the Tong Mai level, whenever another Meta-pulse was opened, one’s strength would be increased significantly. One opened Meta-pulse meant about 100 kilograms of strength.

Currently, he had opened three Meta-pulses, so he should have an explosive force of 300 kilograms.

However, to his surprise, the strength of his punch was not weaker than that of a Tong Mai Fifth Sky cultivator. It might even be as strong as that of a Tong Mai Sixth Sky cultivator!

“What a pure form of Vitality! If even the lowest-ranked Tong Mai Punch could unleash such power, just how powerful would it be if I used a higher-ranked Wudo Form?”

Mu Feng muttered to himself in confusion and excitement. However, he soon figured out the reason. The Vitality in him now was multiple times more pure that what he had cultivated before. In addition, the area and volume of his Meta-pulses were also multiple times larger than those of a normal person, so his explosive force should be much stronger than the others.

The sacred book of Asura, I wonder what class it belongs to? Don’t tell me it’s a Xuan-class cultivation method?!

Mu Feng thought to himself. His family’s highest class chant, the Iron Blood Chant, was only a Huang-class cultivation method, but it was already considered very powerful.

A chant that was a higher class than the Iron Blood Chant would be Xuan-class. As for Earth-class or Sky-class cultivation methods, those were beyond his imagination. One couldn’t obtain those kinds of cultivation methods even though you managed to sell off the whole Nan Ling kingdom.

“However, come to think of it, this cultivation method is quite bloody. If I want to heal my Meta-pulses, I’ll have to absorb Blood Qi to provide the required nourishment. It’s such a pity that I’m no longer fighting in battles, or else I would have restored all 12 of my Meta-pulses and regained my cultivation in less than a year. Could it be that this cultivation method is actually some sort of black magic?”

Mu Feng frowned, as he had never heard of a cultivation method that could cultivate Vitality by absorbing the Blood Qi of living things.

“Whatever! As long as it can help me regain my cultivation and avenge my family, I will practice it whether it’s evil or not. Besides, there are no good or evil in cultivation methods, there are only good or evil people.”

Mu Feng smiled and stopped thinking about it. Although he was only 15 years old, he had killed more than hundreds in battle. For him, he didn’t reject the thought of killing as long as he wasn’t killing the innocent.

Mu Feng looked up at the sky. The autumn sun was as red as blood and shone brightly on his handsome face.

The young man looked into the distance, punched out, and did a thumbs up. A cheerful smile appeared on his face and he said: “Father, please rest in peace. Feng Er will never be defeated, nor will the Mu family. There are no cripples in the Mu family and we will never give up easily!”

The appearance of the sacred book of Asura was like a ray of hope that shone into his heart. From now on, he would not live in decadence anymore.

Mu Feng turned and walked towards his room. He had been practicing in the courtyard all this while.

Bang…!

However, just as he was about to do so, the courtyard door opened and a few uninvited guests stepped in.