Chapter 579: Chapter 487: Disciple of Sky-reaching Peak
"Eleventh Disciple, let us quickly comprehend the Martial Arts Will!"
Ignoring everyone else, Tian Chen spoke to Lin Feng before walking towards the giant saber statue, sitting cross-legged about five hundred paces away from it.
Su took in a deep breath, glanced at the giant sword statue, and strode towards it.
At this moment, there were already more than a hundred people sitting cross-legged in front of the giant sword, most of whom were comprehending the Sword Intent from over five hundred paces away; only a few were within.
As Lin Feng approached the giant sword statue, the Sword Intent he felt became increasingly formidable. When he was over eight hundred paces away, he could no longer proceed.
He was unable to withstand the pervasive Sword Intent emanating from the great sword!
The Sword Intent exuding from the giant sword inflicted almost no physical harm, attacking the Divine Soul directly instead. One could only resist it a little with their own Sword Intent.
Lin Feng’s Sword Intent was merely at the Great Perfection of the First Rank, which only allowed him to approach within a little over eight hundred paces of the giant sword.
Immediately, Lin Feng sat down on the spot and started to earnestly meditate.
Closing his eyes, feeling the pervasive Sword Intent all around him, Lin Feng fully immersed himself, and his comprehension of Sword Intent swiftly advanced.
Lin Feng’s Sword Intent was initially the Wind Sword Intent, belonging to the Wind Attribute Sword Intent. However, the pervasive Sword Intent from this giant sword was the most pure form, devoid of any Attribute.
Lin Feng simply abandoned his insights into the wind, focusing on purifying his Sword Intent for a fast enhancement.
Lin Feng’s Sword Intent had long reached the Great Perfection of the First Rank, teetering on the brink of the Second Rank. He was only a hair’s breadth away from breakthrough.
Now, comprehending within this intense Sword Intent, it took only a quarter of an hour before his Sword Intent finally crossed that threshold, reaching the Early Stage of the Second Rank.
The Sword Intent at the Early Stage of the Second Rank was much more powerful than that at the Great Perfection of the First Rank.
With a strong burst of Sword Intent surging from his body, his eyes opened, and an invisible sharpness shot forth from his pupils, splitting the air in front of him.
Lin Feng stood up and moved forward again, reaching seven hundred paces from the giant sword before sitting down cross-legged once more to meditate.
At this moment, a commotion arose from the valley’s entrance behind.
Lin Feng turned to look and saw a group of youngsters walking over. There were more than a dozen of them, all crowding around a young man and woman as they entered.
The woman was none other than Hong Qingxuan!
And the young man, appearing to be in his early twenties, had well-groomed and tender features, the very image of a ’pretty boy.’
At this moment, Hong Qingxuan’s beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, showing a hint of displeasure.
"Zheng Renjie, are you ever going to stop? I just want to comprehend the Martial Arts Will, must you follow me?" Hong Qingxuan said coldly to the pretty boy beside her.
Hong Qingxuan felt somewhat helpless. This pretty boy had been doggedly pursuing her for years, but he was not of good character, having toyed with the feelings of countless other girls, so she wanted nothing to do with him.
However, he was truly shameless and persistent, causing her quite the headache.
Moreover, she was no match for him in terms of strength.
"Hehe! Qingxuan, I’ve come to comprehend Sword Intent too, wouldn’t it be better to do so together?" Zheng Renjie said, seemingly oblivious to Hong Qingxuan’s displeasure, with a light chuckle.
Hong Qingxuan helplessly shook her head. At that moment, her gaze swept across and she instantly spotted Lin Feng standing in the distance. Her displeasure immediately dissipated, and she broke into a smile.
This smile was catastrophic, rendering Zheng Renjie and many others entranced!
Then, Hong Qingxuan quickened her pace towards Lin Feng.
Zheng Renjie was taken aback and followed quickly.
"Big Brother Lin Feng, I didn’t expect to see you here!" Hong Qingxuan exclaimed joyfully as she arrived a hundred paces behind Lin Feng.
Hong Qingxuan’s Martial Arts Will was not strong, so she couldn’t approach any closer to Lin Feng.
Upon hearing her, Lin Feng stood up and went over to Hong Qingxuan, smiling, "Qingxuan, I haven’t had the chance to thank you for last time! Without you, I couldn’t have reached the Xuan Domain so quickly!"
Lin Feng had a genuine sense of gratitude for Hong Qingxuan. Without her, he had no idea how long it would have taken to reach the Xuan Domain, nor would he have been likely to join the Heavenly Spirit Sect.
"Big Brother Lin Feng, there’s no need to be courteous with me!" Hong Qingxuan responded with a smile.
"Still, I must thank you, Qingxuan," Lin Feng replied, shaking his head.
"Qingxuan?"
Upon seeing Lin Feng address Hong Qingxuan so affectionately, and noticing Hong Qingxuan’s evident joy upon seeing Lin Feng, Zheng Renjie’s brows knitted tightly as a nameless anger arose within him.
"Qingxuan, who is this person?" Zheng Renjie’s gaze was sharp as he stared intently at Lin Feng.
Hong Qingxuan glared at Zheng Renjie with disdain and said coldly, "He’s my friend!"
"Friend?" Zheng Renjie sneered at her response, "I don’t think it’s that simple!"
"Zheng Renjie, what does my relationship with him have to do with you?" Hong Qingxuan’s face turned frosty as she rebuked.
But Zheng Renjie ignored the angered Hong Qingxuan and fixed his gaze on Lin Feng, saying coldly, "Kid, I don’t care who you are, but if you see Qingxuan again, keep your distance, or don’t blame me for being rude!"
"Hehe! My legs are on my own body. If I want to see someone, I will. Do I need your permission?" Lin Feng scoffed, not intimidated as he sized the man up.
The man’s Cultivation was indeed high, at the Martial Master Fourth Layer, but still not enough to scare him.
"Oh, really?"
A flash of cold light flickered in Zheng Renjie’s eyes, and without any warning, he struck, a fist shooting out suddenly towards Lin Feng’s face.