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.
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