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As soon as Ye Feng entered the Treasure Pavilion, he was immediately stunned by the sight before him.
The entire hall of the Treasure Pavilion spanned around six to seven hundred square feet and was divided into four main areas: Martial Technique, Weapons, Pills, and Exotic Treasures.
He did not rush to select a Martial Technique; instead, Ye Feng calmed his mind and began to browse quietly through the hall.
The Martial Technique area occupied about one-fifth of the entire hall, which was further divided into two sections: Combat Techniques Area and Auxiliary Combat Techniques Area.
"The division of Martial Techniques is surprisingly detailed. The combat Martial Techniques are categorized into offensive techniques and movement techniques, while the auxiliary techniques are split into body refinement techniques and recovery techniques," Ye Feng exclaimed as he looked at the rows of Martial Techniques on the shelves.
The Dragon Tiger Sect truly lived up to its reputation, being on par with the Northern Jin Kingdom and the Capital City Fengyu Sacred Institute. Just the Outer Sect's Treasure Pavilion alone held such a wealth of treasures.
"Thunder Fist, Sword Finger, Shattering Palm, Two-Stage Diamond Leg, Wind Shadow Movement, Fleeting Light, Nine Star Step."
Walking through the Martial Technique area, Ye Feng contemplated the various techniques before him.
Although he had only been in the Divine Martial Continent for a short time, his memories from his previous life made him quite familiar with this place. Both cultivation in immortality and martial arts involved training; thus, selecting a Martial Technique had to align with one's own strengths.
After undergoing Meridian Restoration, Ye Feng's meridians were already stronger than those of ordinary martial artists. Coupled with his naturally outstanding physical strength, he needed to choose a powerful Martial Technique that matched his characteristics.
After browsing for a while, Ye Feng finally found a Martial Technique that suited his preferences.
"Thunder Three Styles, Yellow-Grade Superior Combat Technique. Its might is like thunder; when mastered to the highest level, it can rival low-grade Xuan-level Martial Techniques!" Ye Feng read the text on the cover of the light blue Martial Technique in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
In this Outer Sect hall where only Yellow Rank Martial Techniques were available, this was the only combat technique that caught Ye Feng's eye.
"In battle, there must be a combination of martial techniques and movement; both strength and mobility are indispensable in combat. Having chosen the martial technique for fighting, the next step is to focus on movement." With the Thunder Three Styles tucked away, Ye Feng turned and walked towards the area dedicated to martial techniques for movement.
The principles for selecting a movement technique are similar to those for choosing a fighting technique. Ultimately, Ye Feng chose a book titled Raging Thunder Step. This martial technique may not excel in agility and evasion, but it is exceptionally powerful in pressuring opponents and enhancing one's momentum.
Raging Thunder Step, like Thunder Three Styles, is a Yellow-Grade Superior Combat Technique. Both are lightning-based martial techniques that emphasize offense. Ye Feng believes that combining these two martial techniques will yield tremendous power.
Having selected both the fighting technique and the movement technique, Ye Feng felt more relaxed and began to casually browse through the Treasure Pavilion.
"Hmm, I can't believe there's something like this here?" While wandering through the weapon area, a blood-red piece of iron caught Ye Feng's eye—it was a piece of Blood Pattern Steel!
This Blood Pattern Steel is a high-quality material used for crafting weapons that allow cultivators to manipulate spiritual energy. When Ye Feng faced Wang Tao and Lin Yue that day, he used ordinary silver needles for his lethal attacks. Although he successfully defeated his opponents, it consumed quite a bit of his spiritual energy.
Moreover, Ye Feng knew that the darkness of that day made the silver needles nearly undetectable. Although their speed wasn't particularly fast, they still achieved success.
If it had been daytime, the outcome would have been unpredictable.
Although he plans to pursue martial arts cultivation in the future, Ye Feng does not want to completely abandon his Immortal Path training. Even though the Spirit Energy here is extremely thin, the spiritual energy he cultivates has the effect of nourishing his Meridian. Additionally, controlling flying needles or even flying swords could serve as his last resort for survival and may prove invaluable in the future.
"I currently have only two opportunities for selection. Having already chosen Raging Thunder Step and Thunder Three Styles, adding this Blood Pattern Steel makes it difficult to decide." Holding onto two martial techniques while looking at the Blood Pattern Steel, Ye Feng furrowed his brow slightly as he carefully considered the pros and cons.
After a moment, Ye Feng made his decision and resolutely turned around.
"Although this Blood Pattern Steel is important, it cannot compare to Raging Thunder Step and Thunder Three Styles. The combination of these two martial techniques can rapidly enhance my visible combat power. However, using spiritual energy to manipulate Blood Pattern Steel for attacks cannot be revealed publicly; otherwise, I would surely be regarded as an outlier. Still, I cannot easily give up on this Blood Pattern Steel; I just don't know if there are other ways to obtain it."
Though he did not choose the Blood Pattern Steel for now, Ye Feng did not completely abandon it.
If he could acquire this Blood Pattern Steel and refine several pieces from it, they could become crucial life-saving weapons at critical moments.
Stepping out of the Treasure Pavilion, Ye Feng once again stood before the Middle-Aged Warrior.
Seeing Ye Feng emerge, the warrior spoke, "Have you made your choice?"
"Yes, I have chosen," Ye Feng replied respectfully, nodding as he presented the two Supreme Techniques he had selected.
"You chose Raging Thunder Step and Thunder Three Styles? Two Yellow-Grade Superior Combat Techniques?" The Middle-Aged Warrior's expression immediately turned stern upon seeing Ye Feng's selection, his authoritative gaze fixed on him.
Uncertain about why the Middle-Aged Warrior was suddenly so angry, Ye Feng could only brace himself and affirm his choice.
"Hmph! Don't think I don't know you. As someone who cannot naturally cultivate Vital Energy, you cannot practice Martial Techniques at all. Even if you truly wish to try, you should have chosen two inferior Yellow Rank Martial Techniques. How could you comprehend a Yellow-Grade Superior Combat Technique? Even a peak Martial Realm warrior might not be able to grasp a Yellow-Grade Superior Combat Technique!"
After hearing the Middle-Aged Warrior's harsh words, Ye Feng finally understood why he was so furious.
"Senior, please calm down. I merely wish to make an effort to try. Whether I succeed or not, I will return the Martial Techniques within the stipulated time." Without rushing to reveal that he could already practice them, Ye Feng solemnly assured him.
Seeing Ye Feng insist on his choice, the Middle-Aged Warrior's expression grew even colder as he waved his hand and scolded him sharply.
"Stubborn fool, you may leave. Remember, if you dare to leak the Martial Techniques to outsiders, watch your life!"
Surprised by the Middle-Aged Warrior's harsh words, a cold glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, but he suppressed it and turned to leave.
The middle-aged man's cultivation level was beyond what Ye Feng could gauge. Although his interference with Ye Feng's choice was against the rules, at this moment, Ye Feng had no capital to resist.
"In the Divine Martial Continent, without power, one is truly nothing. If I were a Martial Arts Genius in the Outer Sect or even an Inner Sect Disciple, would you dare to look down on me like this? To scold me?"
As he walked out of the Treasure Pavilion, although Ye Feng's expression remained calm, his fists clenched tightly beneath his sleeves. At that moment, he felt an even stronger urgency for power.
In the Divine Martial Continent, without power, one has nothing.
Originally, Ye Feng wanted to ask how he could return to the Treasure Pavilion to select treasures, but after being scolded by the middle-aged man, he abandoned that thought.
"You useless waste, you came out so quickly. You've got some nerve," a loud voice rang out as soon as he stepped out of the Treasure Pavilion.
Looking up, Ye Feng immediately spotted Chen Lei and his two companions blocking the way.
"You three useless fools still haven't given up?" With a belly full of anger accumulated in the Treasure Pavilion, Ye Feng was looking for an outlet and didn't expect to run into these three at this moment.
Being called useless again by Ye Feng made Chen Lei's face darken instantly.
"Ye Feng, if you have the guts, come with us to the back mountain. Don't just hide in the Sect like a turtle!" Chen Lei shouted angrily, his face flushed.
With a faint smile on his face, Ye Feng remained silent and walked straight past the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion.
"You waste, you're really a coward!" Seeing Ye Feng leave without responding, Chen Lei insulted him again.
"Aren't you all going to the back mountain?" Ye Feng stopped and spoke calmly.
"Huh?" Chen Lei was momentarily confused by Ye Feng's words and stood there dumbfounded.
Seeing Chen Lei's slow reaction, Ye Feng sneered and said, "Let's go to the back mountain."
Leaving those words behind, Ye Feng did not pause and headed directly toward the back mountain.
Seeing that Ye Feng actually dared to go to the back mountain, a glimmer of excitement appeared on Chen Lei's face.
"This waste is seeking death on its own, so I can't be blamed. Let's go, keep up!" Chen Lei called to his two companions and directly followed Ye Feng toward the back mountain.
...
Along the way, Ye Feng did not stop at all, showing no intention of escaping. Instead, he directly left the Dragon Tiger Sect's Outer Sect and walked toward a secluded area in the back mountain. This surprised Chen Lei, who had been on guard against Ye Feng escaping.
Soon, Ye Feng had entered the back mountain and arrived once again at Heavenly Abyss Cliff.
Compared to the night, Heavenly Abyss Cliff appeared much calmer during the day. The beasts beneath Heavenly Abyss Cliff made no sounds, and the entire area was eerily quiet.
Upon reaching Heavenly Abyss Cliff, Ye Feng stopped and turned to face the three people before him.
"Hmph, you really have some guts coming here, you waste. I originally just wanted to break your legs, but after you insulted me multiple times today, if I don't kill you, my anger won't be appeased." Looking at Ye Feng, Chen Lei licked his lips, and the cruelty in his gaze was fully revealed.
Seeing Chen Lei, Ye Feng replied indifferently, "Is that all you can say? If you have the guts, show me some real skills."
"You’re seeking death!!" Once again insulted by Ye Feng, Chen Lei immediately flew into a rage. Clenching his fists, he charged directly at Ye Feng.
"Gale Fist Technique!" With his arms wildly swinging, Chen Lei unleashed his strongest combat power as he rushed toward Ye Feng.
Standing quietly there, Ye Feng watched Chen Lei's moves with a disdainful smile on his face.
Chen Lei was merely at the Sixth Level of Strength Martial Realm, comparable to his own realm. However, both his Vital Energy and physical strength were inferior to Ye Feng's. More importantly, Chen Lei had not grasped the essence of Gale Fist Technique; although it looked impressive, its energy was far from refined.
"Waste is just waste; all it knows is to bolster itself with words!"
Chen Lei had already closed in within five steps when Ye Feng finally made his move.
The right palm was slightly raised, and immediately, a tremendous aura began to accumulate around Ye Feng.
"Tide Sound Palm!" With a seemingly ordinary strike, the sound of the ocean surged forth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ye Feng unleashed the highest realm of Tide Sound Palm, Tidal Sound Three Echoes! The power of the Three Heavy Sea tides converged and rushed toward Chen Lei.
"How is this possible!" Feeling the might of Ye Feng's strike, shock and fear instantly appeared in Chen Lei's eyes.
But it was already too late. Ye Feng executed Tide Sound Palm, shattering Chen Lei's attack and then striking fiercely against Chen Lei's chest.
Puff!!
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Chen Lei's body flew back like a kite with its string cut, landing several meters away!
As he fell to the ground, Chen Lei's eyes widened in disbelief, filled with unwillingness, already dead beyond recovery.
One move, annihilation!
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