Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques - Chapter 732

Chapter 732: Learning from Others

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Chen Fei remained silent, casting a glance around. Unbeknownst to him, an array had enveloped the surroundings for several miles.

The array shimmered with radiant energy, possessing formidable power. Breaking it with just one move would be nearly impossible for an average practitioner at the early stage of the Mountain Sea Realm.

Chen Fei turned his head to look at Wu Zisheng, who held a formation disk in his hand.

Meeting Chen Fei’s gaze, a hint of satisfaction flashed across Wu Zisheng’s face. With the passage of time, the array surrounding them was rapidly shrinking.

Not only did this prevent Chen Fei from teleporting away, but it also compressed the space for their potential battle.

Within several tens of miles, the natural energy of heaven and earth surged toward them, enhancing the power of the array continuously.

Established through the absorption of heavenly and earthly energies, as well as the earth’s veins, the power of the array could keep escalating as long as it stayed within the limits of its eye.

The material of this formation disk had long reached the level of a spiritual treasure. Even with Wu Zisheng’s wealth, he couldn’t afford it alone; it required the joint effort of three individuals to acquire. Nevertheless, the three of them were genuinely satisfied with its power.

The longer the time dragged on within the array, the greater their advantage became.

Now, with three against one, both the initiative and the odds of victory were entirely in their favor.

“Words were spoken earlier. We agreed to divide the Heavenly Rain Flower among the four of us, yet you, a junior, insisted on taking them all for yourself, displaying such greed,” Miao Wanhua sighed lightly, appearing somewhat regretful.

Chen Fei’s gaze shifted from the formation disk to the jade hairpin in Miao Wanhua’s hand. Upon the hairpin, Chen Fei sensed a faint imprint of his own soul.

However, Chen Fei hadn’t engaged in direct combat with them before, so he hadn’t expected his soul to be captured under such circumstances.

Moreover, even with the soul imprint, traversing hundreds of miles through the void, and crossing three thousand miles, such a vast distance, yet they still managed to catch up!

Chen Fei had previously thought he had a clear understanding of pursuing others within the Mountain Sea Realm, but now he realized that the realm harbored unexpected techniques and abilities, constantly defying his expectations.

This was one of the downsides of being a solitary cultivator; many things required him to rely on himself for information gathering.

Other practitioners within the Mountain Sea Realm had cultivated for hundreds of years, accumulating vast experiences over the long years.

Yet Chen Fei’s cultivation time was relatively short; even now, it hadn’t exceeded thirty years. Compared to many others in the Mountain Sea Realm, he was far behind.

“Greed always comes with a price!” Ao Bozhong said coldly.

“Greed indeed has its price,” Chen Fei nodded earnestly as he looked at Ao Bozhong.

Ao Bozhong narrowed his eyes slightly. Despite being surrounded by the three of them, the opponent showed no signs of nervousness.

Glancing around at the array, Ao Bozhong confirmed that it was still functioning normally. In this situation, even if the opponent had mastered teleportation to its pinnacle, it would be impossible to escape.

“Stop playing tricks and die!” Ao Bozhong snorted coldly. His figure disappeared abruptly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Chen Fei, the Coiling Dragon Staff sweeping out horizontally from his hand.

The Coiling Dragon Staff was a low-grade spiritual treasure, but in terms of power, it approached the level of a medium-grade spiritual treasure.

After its formation, the staff had been infused with the essence of a fourth­order dragon beast.

Although not a true divine beast, the dragon beast carried a trace of divine blood, making it exceptionally powerful among beasts of the same level.

With Ao Bozhong’s strength, he couldn’t single-handedly kill a dragon beast. However, on that day, his luck had soared, encountering a severely wounded and dying dragon beast.

Ao Bozhong took advantage of the opportunity to slay the dragon beast, thus forging the formidable Coiling Dragon Staff.

Everything possessed by the dragon beast had aided Ao Bozhong in his cultivation for over a hundred years, allowing him to complete the cultivation of his second Divine Palace.

Now, after several decades, Ao Bozhong was just a hair’s breadth away from condensing his third Divine Palace. With the assistance of the Heavenly Rain Flower, he could achieve this within a few months, propelling himself to the pinnacle of the early stage of the Mountain Sea Realm.

At this moment, as Ao Bozhong swept out with his staff, it seemed as though a roaring dragon was shaking the heavens. The immense force descended upon Chen Fei in an instant, enveloping him from head to toe. Moreover, a surge of frenzied resentment from the dragon beast’s soul within the Coiling Dragon Staff rushed straight towards Chen Fei’s soul.

Having been imprisoned for nearly two centuries without release, the soul of the dragon beast within the Coiling Dragon Staff had long gone mad. It would attack and destroy any living being it encountered.

Wu Zisheng and Miao Wanhua approached Chen Fei, their eyes fixed on his every move. If Chen Fei attempted to teleport, they would instantly pounce on him, continuously narrowing the range in which Chen Fei could move until he was forced to confront them head-on.

Chen Fei flipped his right hand, the Qianyuan Sword blocking the Coiling Dragon Staff. As for the dragon beast’s resentment, it was guarded by the Xuanyuan Sword, with his mind and soul remaining unperturbed.

“Boom!”

The Coiling Dragon Staff struck solidly against the Qianyuan Sword, but Chen Fei stood his ground without flinching, not even a hint of change in his expression. The Qjanyuan Sword remained steady, not budging in the slightest.

Ao Bozhong raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. Though this strike was a test, the ease with which the opponent effortlessly withstood it far exceeded Ao Bozhong’s expectations.

The opponent’s cultivation level was indeed only at the level of one Divine Palace, and his talent lay in teleportation; there shouldn’t have been such strength.

“With this level of power, are you trying to rob others on the road?”

Chen Fei lifted his head and looked at Ao Bozhong, chuckling softly.

“How dare you!”

Ao Bozhong’s eyes widened. In his eyes, Chen Fei was nothing but prey awaiting slaughter. He wasn’t lamb, but being killed was almost inevitable.

In such a situation, to dare to be so arrogant, did he think of himself as one of those geniuses from the holy lands?

“The one being arrogant is you!”

Chen Fei’s head tilted slightly, and a tremendous force surged from within the Qjanyuan Sword. The Coiling Dragon Staff was instantly knocked aside, and Ao Bozhong’s vulnerabilities were exposed.

Ao Bozhong’s heart jolted, attempting to grasp the Coiling Dragon Staff, only to find that he couldn’t hold it no matter what. It was as if he wasn’t grappling with a human at all, but with an ancient and savage beast.

Ao Bozhong’s feet hovered in the air as his body instinctively flipped backward.

Seeing this scene, Wu Zisheng and Miao Wanhua were also greatly alarmed. They attacked Chen Fei with their staff and long sword respectively, hoping to make him abandon his attack and save himself.

The Concealment Bell flew out from Chen Fei’s sleeve, hovering above his head. Yet Chen Fei’s movements remained unchanged, continuing his assault towards Ao Bozhong.

“Clang!”

The Concealment Bell emitted a deafening explosion, its outer shield shattered instantly. It shrunk back and flew into Chen Fei’s sleeve.

Wu Zisheng and Miao Wanhua involuntarily hesitated, as a tremendous force surged into Chen Fei’s body. Within his Divine Palace, the talent for dominion lit up suddenly, and Chen Fei’s terrifying aura soared instantly.

Wu Zisheng and Miao Wanhua stared wide-eyed, struggling to comprehend the scene before them.

The protective shield of the bell-shaped spiritual treasure had been shattered by their attacks, causing them to be affected by the recoil and unable to restrain themselves. Meanwhile, Chen Fei had been struck by the residual force, and his body should have been momentarily stalled or even injured.

At this point, it was unlikely for Chen Fei to launch another attack towards Ao Bozhong. In fact, Ao Bozhong could take advantage of this opportunity to attack Chen Fei directly.

That was the essence of besieging tactics; it not only rendered you powerless to defend but also directly disrupted all your attack rhythms.

However, what was happening now? Chen Fei not only emerged unscathed but also saw an endless surge in his aura. His movements showed no delay whatsoever; instead, his strength became more exaggerated.

“Ah!”

Ao Bozhong, similarly unable to comprehend the scene before him, couldn’t fathom how they had fallen into this situation from the beginning. Clearly, they were the ones besieging, but now it looked as though Chen Fei were single­handedly besieging them.

Without time for further contemplation, sensing the terrifying power within Chen Fei’s sword, Ao Bozhong decisively ignited his own soul and, amidst the impossible, swiftly flipped backward hundreds of steps.

This distance remained within the range of attacks within the Mountain Sea Realm, but compared to face-to-face combat, there was undoubtedly much more time here for reaction.

Yet before Ao Bozhong could even let out a sigh of relief, he suddenly noticed a shadow looming before him, unmistakably Chen Fei.

Ao Bozhong shuddered with shock, recalling instantly that the person before him possessed the talent of teleportation.

Teleportation wasn’t solely for escape; in battle, it could also maximize a warrior’s maneuverability to the fullest extent.

Ao Bozhong needed to burn his soul to instantly create a distance of a hundred steps, but for teleportation, it was merely a matter of thought.

“Break!”

Ao Bozhong roared furiously. At this moment, there was no going back. If he retreated further, his strength would only diminish. Seizing the peak of his soul burning, Ao Bozhong forcefully pulled back the Coiling Dragon Staff.

It wasn’t for defense; Ao Bozhong aimed the staff directly at the Qjanyuan Sword.

Ao Bozhong didn’t believe that a Mountain Sea Realm with one Divine Palace, no matter how strong, could be that powerful! As long as he could momentarily halt his opponent, Wu Zisheng and Miao Wanhua would definitely seize the opportunity.

Teleportation also required coordination with the soul, and once the soul was interrupted by an attack, teleportation would fail! Then their opponent would have to directly face the attacks of the three of them. Let’s see how he handles it then!

“Boom!”

Where the sword and staff collided, a lightning arc appeared, initially tiny but expanding in the blink of an eye, sweeping in all directions.

Ao Bozhong’s fierce expression froze as the Coiling Dragon Staff struck the Qianyuan Sword. The pupils in his eyes shrank dramatically due to fear.

The Coiling Dragon Staff reversed its momentum even faster, and Ao Bozhong’s wrists were directly twisted and shattered. Attempting to hold on, he found it futile.

Ao Bozhong watched helplessly as his weapon swung towards him. He wanted to dodge but was utterly powerless to move.

“Ahhh!”

A resentful dragon’s roar echoed as Ao Bozhong’s chest instantly shattered. Clothes, skin, flesh, bones—everything in its path was crushed by the Coiling Dragon Staff, then devoured.

The spiritual treasure that Ao Bozhong had enslaved for nearly two centuries suddenly turned against him, even tearing a part of his soul and devouring it.

“Boom!”

Ao Bozhong’s body plummeted like a meteor, crashing into the array below. The array trembled violently, and Ao Bozhong spewed a mist of blood. His entire being was embedded in the array, his face pale as paper, his breath akin to that of someone on the brink of death.

Wu Zisheng and Miao Wanhua, charging towards Chen Fei, shuddered involuntarily as they witnessed the scene before them. Their eyes betrayed a hint of confusion.

Was a Mountain Sea Realm with two Divine Palaces almost annihilated by a single sword?

Were they facing someone at the early stage of the Mountain Sea Realm?