Chapter 249: The Art Should Not Be Spread To A Third Person
Chapter 249: The Art Should Not Be Spread To A Third Person
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
Only a light breezy sound could be heard in the huge arena. Xia Bantian was not the only one with his mouth twitching silently. The crowd was also pursing their lips mutely as they watched Bei Feng's antics. What do you mean by it's not bad to manage to block your finger? That's an invincible Evolved Jing master!
It was not a title that could be freely given out. Every single Evolved Jing master who claimed to be invincible under Xiantian had an explosive power not inferior to Xiantian Lords! They were capable of exchanging blows with Xiantian Lords in short battles, which was why they were called invincible Evolved Jing masters!
But the fact laid before their eyes in this moment. An invincible Evolved Jing master had been defeated by a single finger! On top of that, his injuries did not look light. No one felt that Bei Feng was boasting when he said that he could take on 10 Xia Bantians with a single arm.
Bei Feng turned around, cast his gaze lazily over the Evolved Jing masters who were gloating and left.
That one look caused many of them of divert their eyes uneasily. They knew that Bei Feng was somewhat unhappy with them.
Very quickly, Bei Feng had returned to his tent. Truthfully, he had already held back in his attack earlier. Otherwise, even a legit Xiantian Lord would not be able to withstand a full force blow from him!
After the transformation to his Bear Form Style, even Bei Feng did not know how strong his true strength was!
Although he was still just a primary stage Xiantian Lord, the Bear Form Style was capable of multiplying his strength by tens to hundreds of times!
The reason he went easy on his opponent was because Xia Bantian had not swung the hammer directly at him. In addition, body refining experts were much rarer as compared to Qi refining experts, not to mention one that reached the level of invincible Evolved Jing master.
"Wow! Big Brother Bei Feng, you're really super powerful! Was that some kind of deity art?"
Jiang Ranran dashed into the tent excitedly.
"Ranran," Ji Wuxie called out lightly and nudged Jiang Ranran, hinting that she should not ask too much.
"No, not deity arts. It's just martial arts."
Bei Feng sat atop a comfy cushion and watched a pot of tea boiling before him.
Jiang Ranran and Ji Wuxie widened their eyes with disbelief. Could martial arts be so powerful? That hairy finger that appeared out of thin air earlier caused them to think that Bei Feng was either a wizard or some kind of deity. Not once did they associate such a phenomenon with martial arts.
"Big Brother Bei Feng, you mean those martial arts like Taiji Fist that's circulating on the internet?"
Jiang Ranran's curiosity only intensified.
"Yes and no. Those martial arts techniques on the internet are just simple moves to strengthen the body. There are no accompanying breathing techniques or instructions for optimizing your blood and Qi flow. It's far from enough to truly step onto the martial path!"
In the time he took to clarify the two youngster's doubts, the pot of tea had finished boiling. The fragrant smell of tea permeated the tent as he poured the hot water into a cup.
Jiang Ranran cocked her head with confusion and opened her mouth, as if wanting to continue asking. But in the end, she still chose to close her mouth and went to prepare some food.
The corners of Bei Feng's mouth curled upwards as he looked at her departing back. 'Not bad, she knows when to press on and when to back off.'
Bei Feng had already guessed what Jiang Ranran wanted to ask. She probably wanted to ask if he would teach her martial arts. But even if she did ask, he would not agree to teach her.
In the past, the Earth was rich with resources and the many schools of martial arts flourished. Geniuses termed as Proud Sons of Heaven were everywhere.
But with how scarce resources were now, the martial practitioners naturally wished to limit the number of people vying against them for resources.
The numerous great sects had even more stringent requirements when it came to picking their disciples. Some martial clans even directly prohibited the spread of their martial cultivation techniques!
As the saying went, the Dao cannot be lightly transmitted, and the Art cannot be taught to a third person. That was the reason.
After eating, Jiang Ranran and Ji Wuxie went out of the tent. Perhaps that would be the only time they saw the rare display of true martial arts.
At noon, a commotion suddenly rippled through the camp. A young martial practitioner stood outside Bei Feng's tent and called out politely, "Esteemed Lord, the people who entered Lido Ghost City are out!"
As soon as he finished his words, a shadow shot out of the tent and materialized before him. The young martial practitioner only felt his eyes blur momentarily before the shadow disappeared again. "When will I become a Xiantian Lord as well?" The young man wondered with a sigh as he lowered his head further.
Bei Feng strutted leisurely towards the entrance of the Ghost City. 'I wonder if the few of them managed to make any improvements this time?'
A large group of people emerged from the darkness of the underground stairs. Some of them had elated expressions on their faces, while others were gritting their teeth with unwillingness.
Bei Feng did not get worried at all even though the Mystics had not emerged even after a long time. The Book of Spiritual Contract had not displayed any strange phenomenon, which meant that there was no danger to their lives.
Finally, Mystic One and the rest pushed open the stone door and walked out. They appeared extremely ragged, and bloodstains could be seen all over their bodies. It was unclear if the blood belonged to them or somebody else.
The Cerberus walked behind the group in a free and unrestrained manner. The blood and Qi energy on its body seemed to have become more substantial. From the looks of it, it had reaped quite a bit of profits!
Although the Mystics looked worse for wear, their mental state had undergone a huge change. If they were a piece of unpolished steel plate before they entered the Ghost City, they were now like a treasured sword refined through fire and hammer!
"Boss!"
After a while, they all emerged from the passage. When they saw Bei Feng waiting for them nearby, they hurriedly ran up to him.
"En, not bad, looks like this training resulted in big improvements for all of you."
Bei Feng nodded his head with satisfaction as he observed the changes on them. Mystic One, Two, and Three were now strong enough to contend against Dark Jing experts, while the other six had also officially made it past the gates of martial cultivation.
"Esteemed Lord, we did not disgrace you. Here's the gains from our trip."
Bai Song took out a cloth bag and handed it to Bei Feng respectfully. The bag was not open, but a strong herbal smell emanated from it.
"Divide it among yourselves."
Bei Feng did not bother to open the bag and look. It was just some Grade 2 and 3 herbs, and did not qualify to enter his eyes at all. The number of Grade 5 lava python gall in his spatial ring already numbered over a thousand.
Those snake gall embodied the essence of the lava pythons, and each one was comparable to Grade 3 or 4 spirit herbs!
"Thank you, Esteemed Lord!"
Bai Song's face lit up like a Christmas tree. These herbs that Bei Feng did not care about were valuable stuff that he would never disdain having too much of!
The Mystics gathered around and began dividing the spoils on the spot. Throughout the process, Bai Song retained a happy smile on his face. It was obvious that his profits were rather good this time.
Most of the spirit herbs were found by the Cerberus. With its ultra sensitive noses, it would be able to sniff out the presence of any spirit herbs unless the aura of the herb was completely retracted. Otherwise, there was nothing that could escape the noses of the hell hound!
These spirit herbs were only a portion of what they found. The really good stuff had already entered the Cerberus's stomach long ago!
Although the Cerberus's innate talent was shocking, the amount of resources it required to advance in strength was three times that of others!
Bei Feng examined the Cerberus with interest. The blood and Qi energy within the dog's body had become more condensed, brimming with shocking explosive power when unleashed!
It had only been about 10-plus days since they entered the Ghost City. At the time, the Cerberus was just a Demonic Beast which had recently advanced to Grade 2. But now, it was already a Grade 3 Demonic Beast!
"This fellow... so all the good stuff was hoarded by you!" Bei Feng laughed and scolded at the same time. Looking at the improvement of its cultivation was enough to tell how many resources the Cerberus had obtained.
Indigestion snorted and turned its head away. It'd raised its strength through its own skill, so why should it take the scolding?
Insatiable and Black Hole on the other hand did not understand what Bei Feng was saying. Seeing that Bei Feng was speaking to it, they went up and licked his palm innocently.
"What a dog-damned disgrace!" Indigestion grumbled internally as it looked disdainfully at the two shameless fellows.