However, his words immediately drew dissatisfaction from the onlookers and the reporters present.
Chen Feng also hurriedly said:
"President, please calm down. It’s not what you think."
"I’m seriously teaching everyone how to absorb qi and blood."
What the hell!
Since when does absorbing qi and blood have a "serious" or "non-serious" distinction?
The branch president, disregarding his image, cursed:
"Teach your ass!"
"You’re going to rot in prison, kid!"
Chen Feng sighed helplessly:
"It’s really not what you think. Just let me finish explaining!"
Finish explaining?
"Explain your damn nonsense!"
Without another word, the branch president lunged at Chen Feng, intent on subduing him on the spot.
Chen Feng wanted to slap himself.
Damn his poor communication skills!
He couldn’t articulate the situation quickly enough.
If he didn’t clarify things right then and there,
it would be too late to explain afterward.
With no other choice, Chen Feng focused his will.
His martial arts techniques surged into motion.
The martial phantom of the "Unity of Heaven and Man" realm instantly manifested.
A colossal Buddha dharma form, draped in golden dragons, towered majestically above Chen Feng.
The Buddha’s golden palm swept through the air,
and seven strings of condensed qi and blood materialized in the sky.
The Kunlun City Martial Arts Association branch president froze.
Then he roared in fury:
"Audacious!"
"You dare raise a hand against me?!"
"You’re courting death!"
At this moment, the entire internet erupted.
Netizens, the live audience, reporters, and even the Martial Arts Association staff—
everyone was convinced Chen Feng had lost his mind.
"Fighting the branch president inside the Martial Arts Association? Is he suicidal?"
"Has this guy lost his marbles? What the hell is he trying to do?"
"‘The wind howls, the river runs cold—heroes march to their doom… or madness!’"
"I heard all branch presidents are at least Grandmaster-level."
"Honestly, does practicing the Star-Swallowing Art fry your brain?"
"I’m quitting the Star-Swallowing Art. I’m scared now…"
...
To everyone present,
Chen Feng had just emerged from Kunlun Mountain, so his qi and blood couldn’t possibly be that high.
At most, it’d be around a thousand.
The Kunlun City branch president thought the same.
Without hesitation, he threw a punch at Chen Feng.
Daring to attack a branch president inside the Martial Arts Association?
Even if he killed Chen Feng on the spot, it’d be justified.
Especially now that Chen Feng was trying to teach others how to rapidly absorb qi and blood.
Chen Feng didn’t hesitate either.
The golden palm of his martial phantom bore a glowing swastika symbol, accompanied by the golden dragon’s phantom, and slammed onto the strings.
BOOM!
A deep, resonant note reverberated through the hall.
The powerful soundwave sent the branch president flying.
Mid-air, the branch president flipped several times before barely landing on his feet, avoiding utter humiliation.
He stared at Chen Feng in disbelief.
Though he couldn’t gauge Chen Feng’s exact cultivation level,
he himself was a bona fide Grandmaster!
"How is this possible?"
"He… he just left Kunlun Mountain!"
"How can he be this strong?"
It wasn’t just him.
Everyone present—and all those watching the live stream—were stunned.
"I thought all branch presidents were Grandmasters at minimum?"
"Is Chen Feng a Grandmaster too?"
"No way. He’s only in his twenties. How could he be a Grandmaster?"
"Got it! The Kunlun City branch president’s cultivation is fake!"
"Your brain is the fake one! The branch president was personally appointed by the head of the Association!"
...
The Martial Arts Association’s head could no longer sit still.
He stood up abruptly, eyes fixed on his phone screen.
The Association had certainly researched the Star-Swallowing Art.
Even with its assistance, it was impossible for someone so young to reach Grandmaster-level.
The Star-Swallowing Art had flaws—it couldn’t endlessly absorb qi and blood.
Once the absorbed qi and blood hit a certain threshold,
it would destabilize the practitioner, even risking qi deviation.
At this moment, even Zhang Bowen narrowed his eyes.
He strongly suspected Chen Feng might be like him—
having practiced the Everlasting Youth Technique,
allowing him to recover a year’s worth of strength in a single day after leaving Kunlun Mountain.
Otherwise, he couldn’t fathom how someone so young could repel a Grandmaster.
Chen Feng hadn’t expected things to escalate like this.
The situation had spiraled far beyond his expectations, teetering toward chaos.
Now he was even fighting the Martial Arts Association’s branch president.
What a mess!
Sigh!
Chen Feng couldn’t afford to delay any longer.
He urgently addressed the crowd and the cameras:
"Absorb qi and blood from animals—ANIMALS, not humans!"
He gestured emphatically, desperate to get his point across.
"What I mean is, before slaughtering fish, chickens, or pigs, you can absorb their qi and blood!"
"That way, you don’t have to harm others to boost your own qi and blood."
"They’re going to die anyway—why not use the Star-Swallowing Art on them?"
...
Silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even the media and the official Martial Arts Association live stream’s comment section froze momentarily.
It was as if a bolt of enlightenment had struck them all.
Animals?
Livestock?
Fish, chickens, pigs?
"Oh my god!"
"We don’t have to absorb humans—we can absorb livestock!"
"Holy crap! My family owns a slaughterhouse! I’m gonna be rich!"
"So there’s a legal way to do this!"
"Anyone who tries to stop me from practicing the Star-Swallowing Art now is my enemy!"
"Master Chen, you’re a genius!"
"I knew Chen Feng wasn’t absorbing humans!"
"The correct way to use the Star-Swallowing Art—thank you for the lesson!"
"Star-Swallowing Art: the ultimate fish-killing skill. No more flopping around!"
...
The Kunlun City branch president swallowed hard,
moistening his parched throat.
He had been ready to take Chen Feng down,
but now he stood awkwardly, momentarily at a loss.
Absorb livestock?
Why didn’t you say so earlier!
At this point, he even forgot to be shocked by Chen Feng’s strength.
All he could think about was how Chen Feng’s words would impact the current chaotic situation.
Stopping the spread of the Star-Swallowing Art was now impossible.
The other three continents had already gone mad—
their populations were practicing the Star-Swallowing Art en masse.
Zhang Bowen had even declared that those who mastered it would be taught other advanced martial techniques.
This had caused massive upheaval on those continents
while also posing a crisis for Great Xia.
If war broke out in the future,
the enemy’s forces would all know the Star-Swallowing Art, while Great Xia’s wouldn’t—a major disadvantage.
After all, the Star-Swallowing Art exerted immense pressure on those weaker than the practitioner
and granted telekinetic abilities, making it extremely practical.
But its drawbacks were equally glaring.
Great Xia, thanks to the Devouring Heaven Club, knew this all too well.
The Yelu family was a prime example.
The temptation of absorbing others’ qi and blood—gaining power without effort—
was a slippery slope toward corruption.
The Martial Arts Association had been struggling to find a solution to the Star-Swallowing Art’s proliferation.
Now, absorbing livestock seemed like the perfect compromise.
It had pros and cons,
but it was far better than any previous approach.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
