Su Yan outside the window was suddenly startled.
"What did I just hear?"
"North Star Divine Art! Directly reaching the state of Harmony Between Man and Nature!"
"Does the young master possess such an ability?"
Chen Feng's words left her utterly shocked.
Su Yan felt the North Star Divine Art was exceptionally suited to her.
Her cultivation progress even surpassed that of the Star Absorption Technique.
However, her current realm had only reached the seventh martial stage, Transcendent Prowess.
Of course, achieving such a high realm in just over a year of practice was already terrifyingly fast.
But now, hearing the implication in Chen Feng's words,
this senior sister before her clearly hadn't learned the North Star Divine Art before.
Yet now, she could actually master it directly through this method, even reaching the Harmony Between Man and Nature state.
If this were true,
how utterly terrifying would that be.
A martial artist's vitality cultivation is closely related to their martial realm.
The higher the realm, the faster the vitality cultivation.
For the same technique, one circulation at the Harmony Between Man and Nature realm yields a hundred times faster growth in vitality compared to the Novice Foundation realm.
The gap is unimaginably vast.
Only by comprehending a high technique realm does one have the chance to impact higher cultivation levels before completely aging.
Moreover, the higher the realm, the greater the power when using techniques and martial skills.
The importance of realm is self-evident.
As for the power of the North Star Divine Art, Su Yan had deep personal experience.
Her current Half-step Martial Saint strength relied entirely on the North Star Divine Art's perversely powerful devouring capability.
The speed of cultivation improvement was frighteningly fast.
Su Yan was certain that no other technique in this world could match the leveling speed of the North Star Divine Art.
At this moment, Liu Weiwei only felt streams of heat flowing through her master's scorching palms into her meridians, driving the rapid circulation of her internal vitality.
The sensation was extremely pleasant.
It made her feel substantial, even giving her a sense of her power swelling.
Half an hour later,
Liu Weiwei finally memorized the mnemonic chant of the North Star Divine Art.
The technique's circulation became incredibly smooth.
She could even achieve acting as she wills, not needing to deliberately initiate the technique in advance.
With just a single thought from her,
the North Star Divine Art could reach its strongest state.
"Is this the feeling of Harmony Between Man and Nature?"
After finishing the transmission, Chen Feng reminded her:
"The North Star Divine Art and the Star Absorption Technique share similar wonders."
"Their main ability is to devour others' vitality for one's own use."
"By reversing the technique's circulation path, the devoured vitality can be transformed for personal use."
"Moreover, the North Star Divine Art can also counter the Star Absorption Technique."
“In the future, even if we go to war with the devils, you won't have to fear the enemy's Star Absorption Technique.”
Liu Weiwei was also shocked by the North Star Divine Art's capability.
She originally didn't understand why her master wanted to teach her this technique that devours others' vitality.
Only now did she realize her master's well-intentioned pains.
She was moved beyond words.
The enemies from the other three continents almost all have learned the Star Absorption Technique.
Even within Great Xia, many have studied the Star Absorption Technique.
If these people become her enemies in the future, at basically equal cultivation levels, they would all be countered by her.
Seeing her master finish the transmission, Jin Youxi hurried forward and said:
"Master, is it my turn for technique transmission now?"
"I also want to learn another technique at the Harmony Between Man and Nature realm."
Chen Feng said helplessly:
"I'd like to teach you a new technique too, but your predestined opportunity hasn't arrived yet."
"Don't be impatient, there will be chances in the future."
Learning she couldn't study a new technique yet, Jin Youxi wasn't discouraged.
Instead, she said excitedly:
"Master, since junior sister has learned her technique,"
“Shall we begin the real scripture transmission and teaching now!”
Chen Feng looked puzzled.
What is real scripture transmission and teaching?
"Stop joking, I need to go report important matters to the Martial Arts Guild."
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei felt disappointed.
“Master is so smart and kind, how come he doesn't even understand scripture transmission and teaching?”
"Who knows what he was doing during school."
"Such important knowledge wasn't even studied."
Just as Chen Feng was about to call the Martial Arts Guild,
he heard knocking again.
He walked over and opened the door.
Seeing the visitor was Wang Hao.
"Brother Hao, come in quickly."
Wang Hao had just stepped in when he saw Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei inside the room.
He hurriedly pulled his foot back.
"Sorry, brother, didn't mean to disturb you."
"I just came to tell you some news, I'll leave right away."
Chen Feng knew Wang Hao might have misunderstood.
He quickly had his two disciples go out and return to their own rooms.
Then he let Wang Hao into the room.
"Brother Hao, what's the important matter that made you come in person? Why not just call?"
Although already inside, Wang Hao still looked around furtively and whispered:
"Zhang Bowen hasn't been seen in the Western Continent for a long time."
"He might have already gone to Kunlun City, targeting you."
The Martial Arts Guild has already joined forces with eleven Martial Saints to go to Kunlun City to protect you.
"Or rather, use you as bait."
"You can return to Kunlun City, but try to have your disciples stay in the Holy Capital."
Chen Feng didn't expect that the matter he wanted to report
was already known by the Martial Arts Guild.
He now frowned.
If that's the case, Kunlun City was indeed dangerous.
It was better for his disciples to stay in the Holy Capital.
But then he thought, with the Martial Saints all gone to Kunlun City, wouldn't the Holy Capital, as the capital, be too depleted of combat strength now?
"With the Martial Saints gone to Kunlun City, is the Holy Capital still safe?"
Wang Hao mysteriously whispered in a low voice:
"Let me tell you a secret, you must never tell anyone."
"I promised someone I wouldn't tell a soul."
"I'm only telling you because I consider you a true brother."
Legend has it that the Wei family has a reclusive old monster, who, like Zhang Bowen, has lived for hundreds of years, even more extraordinary than my grandfather.
"As long as he's here, no one dares to cause trouble in the Holy Capital!"
Chen Feng nodded, shocked.
He didn't expect Great Xia to have so many secrets.
No wonder the Wei family was called the number one great family of Great Xia.
At the same time, Chen Feng understood he must return to Kunlun City.
If he kept hiding in the Holy Capital, he would never be able to kill the scourge Zhang Bowen.
The eleven Martial Saints' stakeout would be for nothing.
As long as Zhang Bowen lived for one more day, this world would not know peace for one day.
Only with this scourge Zhang Bowen dead could he settle down securely in Kunlun City, and then peacefully frequent Mount Kunlun to catch dinosaurs.
At this moment, Su Yan outside the window was also secretly shocked in her heart.
"I didn't expect the kid from the Wang family to come and tip him off in advance."
On the other side,
Jin Youxi returned to her room disappointed.
Liu Weiwei, however, went through great effort to finally pull out that cat tail.
Her face was almost red from the exertion.
After seeing Wang Hao off, Chen Feng sat alone on the sofa thinking.
He thought about how dangerous returning to Kunlun City would be for him.
As he thought, he suddenly felt the sofa wasn't right.
When he stood up, he realized a large area of the sofa was somehow wet.
Chen Feng was speechless!
When he returned to the bed, he found a large patch of the quilt was also wet.
He looked at the ceiling and said:
"It's not leaking, is it?"

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