58 Confinement Order (1/2)

Spatial Star Finger!

Happiness surged within Zhao Feng’s heart. At this moment, if there was someone else present, they would have been shocked. Could this youth have reached the seventh rank at such a young age?

Everyone knew that only Martial Masters could release their Inner Strength into the air. This was a level that most cultivators only dreamed of reaching.

But, Zhao Feng wasn’t a Martial Master, his cultivation had reached the sixth rank not long ago. This was all due to Star Finger reaching the fourth level.

At the fourth level of Star Finger, one could condense their chi and shoot it through the air. Obviously, this skill was way harder to train than others, and even Elder Zhao who guarded the martial arts library had only reached the third level of it in his younger days.

Elder Zhao had presumed that this skill might be a half-step Holy martial art. Even geniuses needed to be at least the seventh rank to train this skill to the fourth level. Therefore, it was unheard of cultivators of the sixth rank attacking through the air.

_Break!_

A green glow flashed through the air and hit the window two meters away.

_Psh!_

There was a screech of shattering glass as the window broke. As Star Finger had just reached the fourth level, the damage dealt by it wasn’t high, it was only roughly half of his close combat power. But even so, the finger could still instantly kill normal Martial Artists.

For the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his Star Finger. Inside his mind, he was still trying to gain insights into the One with the Heavens feeling.

_Pu! Pu! Poo…_

Zhao Feng somehow managed to stab out consecutive fingers. The damage dealt by them was sixty to seventy percent of his close combat attacks, but once the range surpassed two meters, the power would significantly decrease.

If Zhao Feng was killing, he could slay almost any cultivator under the seventh rank with just one finger. Zhao Feng was confident that he wouldn’t be so ruffled by fighting the Qiu family elder again.

_Hu~_

Zhao Feng walked out of the room and smelled the refreshing air.

“Brother Feng’s been in secluded meditation for a long time, so there must have been some kind of breakthrough, right?” Zhao Yufei smiled as she walked over.

“I had some insights after the summit,” Zhao Feng replied.

The main reason he didn’t leave his room was because he was recovering, as he had been seriously injured that day. Hearing him, Zhao Yufei immediately became excited. Being neighbors, the two often met so a little sparring couldn’t be avoided.

Zhao Feng still suppressed his visible cultivation to the fifth rank, but he often released the One with the Heavens aura when sparring with Zhao Yufei. Zhao Yufei was increasing by leaps and bounds and she had even learned a peak ranked martial art.

Spiritual Wind Slice!

A purple glow appeared on her jade like fingers as she condensed her Inner Strength onto her palm. Every slice she made with it could cut through rock.

“Spiritual Wind Slice? When did Zhao Yufei have such a skill?” Zhao Feng exclaimed.

The profoundness of Spiritual Wind Slice was almost on par with his Star Finger. The advantage of Spiritual Wind Slice was that it was fast and sharp, whereas Star Finger strove for pure power.

“Haha, I’ve become one of the four great geniuses, so this was the reward the high levels gave me,” Zhao Yufei said happily.

_What?_

It looked like quite a few important things happened while he was recovering.

“Did Brother Feng not receive any prize?” This time it was Zhao Yufei’s turn to feel weird.

“Nope!” Zhao Feng shook his head.

Logically, he should have gotten an even better prize than Zhao Yufei because his ranking was even higher.

“You should go ask one of the elders,” Zhao Yufei said.

While sparring with Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng found out another shocking news. The one who tied first with him at the summit, Xin Wuheng, had vanished into thin air.

“It’s already been ten days since the end of the summit. Why would he disappear without any trace?” Zhao Feng felt that this wasn’t as simple as it looked.

Could Xin Wuheng have been killed…? Zhao Feng shook his head. He wasn’t close to Xin Wuheng or anything.

After sparring, the two separated.

“Since Zhao Yufei got a prize I should get one too…” Zhao Feng thought confidently.