Chapter 529: Chapter 529: Transmitting Power, The Depressed Wang Xuanping, The Disappearance of the Exotic Beast
Above the white clouds.
The Sect Master of the Divine Wind Sword Sect, holding a teacup, froze mid-air.
He had originally thought that Bai Chunfeng, being a prodigy in his own right and possessing a higher cultivation level than Mo Ying, would at least last three hundred rounds before a victor emerged, even if he were not her match.
But the result was that after just a few rounds, Bai Chunfeng was defeated.
Was the gap really that large?
The Sect Master of the Divine Wind Sword Sect was speechless.
Ye Feng, on the other hand, gave a faint smile.
He was very confident in Mo Ying’s strength.
In an equal-level battle, there were very few who could defeat her, and even though Mo Ying’s current cultivation level wasn’t high, once she became a high-rank cultivator, she would definitely become one of Misty Sect’s top combat forces.
“It was just a fluke!”
Despite feeling happy, Ye Feng still appeared very modest and showed no sign of pride.
In the air.
“I have lost!”
Bai Chunfeng sheathed his sword, stepped back a few paces, avoiding the cold and piercing sword tip, and cupped his hands towards Mo Ying.
“You have been generous.”
Mo Ying nodded her head and turned to leave.
A message quickly spread.
“Huge news!”
“Ranked eighteenth on the Talent Ranking, Bai Chunfeng challenged Mo Ying who was ranked forty-fifth, and fell after three rounds!”
“Mo Ying rises to the eighteenth position on the Talent Ranking, Bai Chunfeng falls to nineteenth, and those originally ranked nineteenth to forty-fourth have each dropped one place; other rankings remain unchanged for the time being.”
“What? Mo Ying is that powerful?”
“As expected of Misty Sect’s first True Disciple, this lady is indeed as terrifying as they say!”
People from various forces discussed animatedly.
One day later.
Under the golden willow tree on Misty Peak.
[Sect Prestige Value +34752]
[Sect Prestige Value +67363]
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Listening to the notification sound by his ear, Ye Feng was very happy.
The sparring battle between Mo Ying and Bai Chunfeng had already brought tens of thousands of prestige points to the Misty Sect, and it was still increasing. The effect was remarkable, giving him much satisfaction.
“We should have more of this kind of sparring.”
Ye Feng said so.
He sat in a wicker chair, with a relaxed demeanor.
Now that Mo Ying had advanced to the eighteenth place, Huo Yunjie, Qiao Jiaxi, Long Tianxing, Ji Ziling, and other disciples were full of drive, secluding themselves for intensive cultivation, preparing to aim for even higher rankings.
In the Scripture Pavilion.
Ji Ziling sat cross-legged on a cushion, explaining the essential details and potential problems of practicing ‘The Potential of Roots Manuscript’ to the dozens of Second-generation Disciples sitting before her.
“Have you learned it?”
Half an hour later, Ji Ziling asked.
“Somewhat.”
“I got it, but then forgot it.”
Some Second-generation Disciples nodded, some shook their heads.
Among the crowd.
Wang Xuanping lowered his head, frowning deeply.
“This is strange; others have less talent than me, so why can they all gain some understanding, but every time I try to remember the content of this auxiliary cultivation method, I mysteriously forget…”
She was frustrated.
No matter how she memorized it, even when attempting to write it down, as soon as she tried to recall the content of the cultivation technique, it would be completely forgotten.
“Senior Sister, could you explain it to me once more?” After hesitating for a while, Wang Xuanping, not to be discouraged, took the initiative to ask Ji Ziling for advice.
“No problem!”
Ji Ziling had quite the manner of an Elder of Passing Power and immediately gave a detailed explanation.
However, while Wang Xuanping understood during the explanation, she found that she had forgotten everything when it was time to cultivate.
“This is… simply unbelievable!”
Anger erupted in Wang Xuanping’s heart.
“Junior Brother, have you learned it?” Ji Ziling, having finished her explanation, spoke to Wang Xuanping.
She was unaware that the person in front of her seemed to be a man, but in reality, the soul was that of a woman.
“Senior Sister, I think I’ve grasped a thing or two,” Wang Xuanping said quietly, lowering her head as if she had understood.
“Then keep working hard!”
Ji Ziling patted Wang Xuanping on the shoulder, which made the latter feel even more gloomy.
Not far away.
Ye Feng watched this scene and couldn’t help but snicker to himself.
“Even a Soul Devouring Clan undercover thinks they can remember the Auxiliary Cultivation Method personally deduced by me, the Sect Leader? Ha, dream on!”
He shrugged his shoulders.
Looking at the Holy Divine Form in his vision, which still had more than twenty days to cool down, Ye Feng’s gaze flickered with a cold glint.
“Once the Holy Divine Form has cooled down, I will start tracing the vine to find the melon, and see what kind of evil the Soul-Devouring Clan behind Wang Xuanping is up to!”
He made up his mind.
At Misty Sect, everything was as usual.
Spirit Beasts Platform.
Brother Flathead was lying down, sleeping, his eyebrows filled with displeasure as if something had irritated him.
Suddenly, it opened its eyes.
On the Spirit Beasts Platform.
All the other spiritual beasts had transformed into human shapes, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with thumb-sized orbs of light hovering over their foreheads, their bodies wrapped in mysterious auras, looking very sacred.
Brother Flathead noticed that there was a similar orb of light hovering over his own glabella and was about to swat it away with a slap.
But the next moment, a lot of exciting information flooded into his mind.
“Demon Emperor Art… once mastered, the strength is unmatched!”
This was the information that Brother Flathead received in his mind.
Strength unmatched… invincible in battle?
Brother Flathead made his own imaginative addition.
Then, it let out an excited laugh and began to cultivate this ancient Cultivation Technique.
“Ding, all spiritual beasts are diligently cultivating the ‘Demon Emperor Art,’ and their collective cultivation speed has doubled!”
At the system’s prompt, Ye Feng was stunned.
He remembered that not all spiritual beasts were on the Spirit Beasts Platform.
For example, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch “Shape-shifting Beast”, which had been in seclusion recently, was hiding in a cave in the Nanlu Mountain Range.
“The Spirit Beasts Platform can transmit Cultivation Techniques to spiritual beasts through space. When all spiritual beasts are cultivating the ‘Demon Emperor Art’ together, they can quickly enter the state, and the speed of their cultivation levels can double,” the system explained.
“So that’s how it is!” Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
The Spirit Beasts Platform itself has a five-fold increase in cultivation speed, and when combined with the doubling increase when simultaneously cultivating a technique, it can reach up to ten times.
This speed is nothing short of terrifying!
He turned his head and looked towards the Spirit Beasts Platform.
All the spiritual beasts were in intensive cultivation.
They were emitting a thick Demon Elemental Force, which overlapped with each other, forming a tight bond and could automatically defend against attackers.
In such a scenario, even if there were enemies attacking, the Demon Elemental Force could actively kill the enemy.
Ye Feng no longer paid attention to the spiritual beasts.
He formed seals with his hands and produced ten screens of light before him.
These were the scenes within the first, second, and third-level Secret Realms, each screen corresponding to a team.
Qiao Jiaxi, Shi Lei, Long Tianxing, and other first-generation disciples were leading teams of ten people to train within them.
All first-generation disciples were of the Element Gathering Realm and also had high power among their peers.
With them leading, the disciples entering the first and second-level Secret Realms to train were almost without danger.
“Most disciples are cultivating in the Spirit Gathering Tower and the Cultivation Tower, a few elite disciples are entering the Ancient Battlefield of the Spirit Origin Realm, and the spiritual beasts are all in hard cultivation. What a wonderful time,” Ye Feng laid back in a recliner, drinking Happy Water, watching the ten screens. He saw the second-generation disciples following Qiao Jiaxi, Long Tianxing, and other first-generation disciples battling strange beasts.
Since they were primarily in the first and second-level battlefields, and with the assistance of first-generation disciples of the Element Gathering Realm, they were almost sweeping through the ranks.
At that moment, Ye Feng noticed something odd.
In the screen.
A group of second-generation disciples was besieging a peak high-rank Demon Soldier Level strange beast with a thick presence.
Perhaps under immense pressure, the beast suddenly broke through its limits and stepped into the ranks of the Demi-transformed Demon Beasts.
Then, a faint silver radiance emerged, enveloping it.
The next moment, it entered the void and disappeared without a trace.
Not only were the leading Wang Ping’an and the ten second-generation disciples baffled, but Ye Feng was also completely puzzled.
“What’s going on? Isn’t it said that it’s impossible for strange beasts to break through to Demi-transformed level in the First Level Battlefield?”
Ye Feng scratched his head.
In a blink, he disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of a massive portal in a stone chamber in the mountains of the Spirit Origin Realm.