Chapter 134: Breaking Through to Foundation Establishment

The terrifying six-nine heavenly tribulation had actually been shattered by a mere mortal. It was a feat so incredible that no one would believe it if told. Having successfully survived the tribulation, Zhao Feng’s first natal magic treasure was finally forged.

Zhao Feng smiled faintly, a scroll held within his grip. He gently stroked the surface of the painting.

"Hum!"

The scroll trembled, appearing as though it possessed a life of its own.

Zhao Feng chuckled, "From this day forward, you shall be called the 'Slaying Immortal Scroll'!"

"Hum!"

The scroll vibrated once more. Like a young beast that had just gained sentience, its first sight was of its master for eternity.

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Feng laughed heartily. "Slaying Immortal Scroll! From now on, you will accompany me as I conquer the heavens and overthrow the sects of the immortals! I shall make the entire world tremble at the mere mention of your name!"

"Hahahaha!"

Zhao Feng slowly descended from the air. The Slaying Immortal Scroll transformed into a streak of light, diving into his dantian and hovering within his sea of energy. Once it became a magic treasure, it gained a practical function: much like a "universe bag" or a "storage ring," it could contain a vast array of objects. Because the scroll had been forged from a pocket dimension, its internal space was exceptionally powerful.

However, those were matters for another time. The immediate priority was to absorb the Extreme Yang Energy and break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. Zhao Feng felt a sense of urgency. He sensed that time was running out before the great changes arrived, and he had to become stronger before they did.

The space around him was now barren and desolate. Nothing remained but the pure Extreme Yang Energy, stretching out like an endless, pale universe. Du Meng’s body drifted somewhere in the distance. Zhao Feng glanced at him, said nothing, and set to work.

He sat cross-legged, formed the meditation mudra, and began to circulate the "Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art" with reckless abandon!

"Hum! Hum!"

As the technique surged, black demonic patterns appeared on Zhao Feng's face, flickering in and out of existence. Simultaneously, far away in the mountain behind Little River Village, the demonic fetus sat in the same posture, mirroring his actions. Both the original body and the demonic fetus cultivated in unison.

"Boom!"

Green spiritual energy erupted around Zhao Feng. Like a massive whale swallowing the sea, he drew a deep breath through his nostrils, and a stream of pure Extreme Yang Energy surged into his body, instantly permeating his organs and viscera. Under the influence of the "Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art," the energy was refined into pure spiritual power.

"Boom! Boom!"

It sounded like the rumbling of giant gears. Zhao Feng’s dantian acted like a blender, fiercely compressing the Extreme Yang Energy.

At a certain moment, when his body could no longer hold any more gas, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Hoo!" He exhaled a breath of turbid air and changed his hand seals.

"Swish, swish, swish!" A series of dazzling hand signs were completed.

"Boom!" His aura shifted, becoming far more majestic. "Spiritual energy! Compress for me!"

With a thunderous roar, the emerald-green energy throughout his body surged toward his dantian, compressing violently.

"Hum! Hum!"

A vortex formed in his dantian. It spun wildly, churning the spiritual energy and the Extreme Yang Energy into a single, dense mass.

"Hah!" Zhao Feng shouted, "Now is the time!"

"Ding!"

A crisp sound echoed, as if a barrier had been shattered. All the spiritual energy in his dantian condensed into liquid droplets. These green droplets were of such extreme purity that a single drop could bring a dying mortal back to life and extend their lifespan by a decade.

"Hoo!" Zhao Feng exhaled again and slowly opened his eyes.

"Boom!" He sprang up like a hunting leopard. He executed a set of boxing techniques, each movement powerful and whistling with force. Though it was a common martial art, it was now imbued with a profound, extraordinary intent.

Zhao Feng stood still and stretched. "Successfully broken through to the early Foundation Establishment stage! Now, I no longer need to be held back in anything I do!"

He looked at Du Meng and scoffed, "Hmph! Even if the holy ground of the immortal sects stood behind you, I would dare to challenge it now!"

Without further ado, he turned and walked out of the energy field. Outside, Hong Chang, Zhai Xiangyu, and the others were waiting. Upon seeing Zhao Feng emerge, Zhai Xiangyu hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist, did you discover anything?"

Zhao Feng replied calmly, "Nothing at all."

The group was stunned. Suddenly, Wang Hu pointed at Zhao Feng’s nose. "You're lying! You must have found some treasure!"

Zhao Feng was amused. "Heh, even if I did, so what?"

"You!" Wang Hu was left speechless.

Zhao Feng looked at Hong Chang. "You should go in quickly; this is a great opportunity."

Hong Chang understood. She, too, practiced the "Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art," which had the unique property of being able to absorb any form of energy. Clad in a tight-fitting wetsuit and carrying a large oxygen tank, her curvaceous figure was striking. She swam toward the energy field.

About forty minutes later, Hong Chang emerged. Zhao Feng asked, "How was it?"

Hong Chang gave an "OK" gesture.

Without wasting words, Zhao Feng took the lead and swam toward the surface, with Hong Chang following closely behind, leaving Zhai Xiangyu and the others staring at each other in confusion.

When they returned to the speedboat, the female bodyguard was lying on the deck. Seeing Zhao Feng, she quickly sat up. "Where is my boss?" she demanded.

"You should ask your boss; why ask me?" Zhao Feng retorted.

The bodyguard was stunned, her pretty face turning cold. "Why are you like this? I just asked you a question. If you didn't want to answer, you could have stayed silent. There's no need to be rude. Is this how you talk to your parents at home?"

Zhao Feng was taken aback for a moment before replying, "You aren't my parents."

"I!" The bodyguard was rendered speechless.

Zhao Feng took off his wetsuit and said imperiously, "Take us back to Nanhai Island."

"Pfft!" The bodyguard sneered. "What do you take me for?"

"A bodyguard, obviously," Zhao Feng said.

The bodyguard shook her head. "I think you're mistaken. I am not Zhai Xiangyu's bodyguard. I'm a villager from nearby; he paid me to be the guide!"

Zhao Feng had a sudden realization. He awkwardly rubbed his nose and gave a wink to Hong Chang. Hong Chang understood instantly—Zhao Feng wanted her to diffuse the awkwardness.

"What should I call you?" Hong Chang asked with a smile.

"Mu Zhen," she replied coldly.

"Mu Zhen? What a lovely name!" Hong Chang beamed.

"Heh-heh!" Mu Zhen blushed slightly.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng mentally gave Hong Chang a thumbs-up. Women, he reflected, would always be the masters of social interaction.