Xu Feng reviewed the Yuqing Heart-Cleansing Art in his mind. With his exceptional aptitude, he soon grasped the basics with hardly any effort. It was not a Soul Skill, but more like a cultivation art that assisted his training.
After activating the second of the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords, Xu Feng sensed the fluctuations of Soul Power within him. He could feel that he was much stronger than before; his strength had risen from Peak Quasi-Demigod to Early-Stage Demigod.
Limit Douluo also had different levels of strength: Quasi-Demigod, Demigod, and Quasi-God.
"Still not enough," Xu Feng said. Having successfully advanced to Early-Stage Demigod, he did not grow smug or let success go to his head. Instead, he felt an even greater sense of urgency.
A Demigod in his twenties!
There had never been anyone like him before, and there would never be anyone like him again.
If people in the outside world were told that someone could become a Demigod at the pinnacle of the pyramid in his twenties, they would surely slap the person who told them.
It was just too outrageous.
In the original timeline, beneath the Sky Screen.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin wore a long robe. He had a handsome face and a tall, upright figure, with the bearing of an immortal descended to the mortal world. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he gave off an air of aloof pride, as though he looked down on all others and acknowledged himself alone as supreme.
He gazed at the Sky Screen. Anyone who looked closely would see anticipation and fervor deep in his eyes.
"Alas, that old bastard has practically developed an obsession. He's addicted to watching the Sky Screen," Bone Douluo said speechlessly from the side.
Ever since Sword Douluo Chen Xin had seen the sword intent Xu Feng unleashed on the Sky Screen and experienced an epiphany, he had been utterly hooked on it.
He wished he could dive straight into the Sky Screen and take Xu Feng as his master on the spot.
Sword Douluo now spent almost all his time watching the Sky Screen, afraid he would miss Xu Feng making a move and lose a chance to observe his sword intent.
Just then,
Sword Douluo's whole body trembled. His handsome face was filled with excitement and exhilaration, his breathing quickened, and even his body shook as he stared fixedly at Xu Feng's figure on the Sky Screen.
Heavens.
What had he just seen?
Lord Xu had released his Martial Soul, and it was actually two immortal swords?
Each one radiated unrivaled might. Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, terrifying and tyrannical. A single glance made his heart tremble and his scalp prickle, raising goosebumps all over his body.
Even across time and space, separated by the Sky Screen, he could still sense the pressure of the two immortal swords.
His eyes filled with tears.
The two immortal swords had made his eyes sting so badly that they began to water.
Was the might of immortal swords truly so overwhelming?
Could it ignore the separation of time and space and make his eyes ache?
His heart surged, and the gaze he turned on Xu Feng grew ever more fanatical and worshipful.
"All my life, I have possessed the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, confident that I could sweep aside all opposition on the path of the sword and look down on everything. But before Lord Xu, I am like an ant before a true dragon, a firefly before the blazing sun."
"To witness the unrivaled might of Lord Xu's Martial Soul has made this life worthwhile."
He spoke excitedly. His formerly proud and aloof expression had vanished. How did he look anything like an immortal descended to the mortal world now?
He was clearly Xu Feng's most fanatical believer.
His presence also rose steadily, as though he needed only to reach a critical point to break through. He threw caution to the wind, staring at the figure on the Sky Screen while preparing to build up his momentum and break through to the next level.
If he knew that two more immortal swords of Xu Feng's Martial Soul had yet to be activated, his jaw would probably drop to the floor in shock.
When Bone Douluo saw Chen Xin preparing to break through, he froze for a moment. His mouth twitched and his eyes widened in disbelief. It took him quite a while to recover from his astonishment.
"Damn, another epiphany? And this time he's going straight for a breakthrough?" he blurted out. "Does it have to be this ridiculous?"
"That bastard really did strike gold." Bone Douluo was speechless. He had thought an epiphany and breakthrough could hardly come so easily across time and space, and that Sword Douluo was wasting his time. But now he had been slapped in the face.
He looked at Xu Feng's figure on the Sky Screen with a sigh. "Alas, it's not that Sword Douluo's comprehension defies the heavens. Lord Xu is simply too outrageous. Just by releasing the two immortal swords of his Martial Soul, he made Sword Douluo break through across time and space."
A feat like that was simply beyond compare.
The various factions observing the Sky Screen were also seeing Xu Feng's Martial Soul for the first time, and they all marveled at the might of the immortal swords.
Meanwhile, in Xu Feng's timeline.
Inside Bibi Dong's bedchamber in Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong was somewhat indignant, a hint of defiance on her delicate face as she glared at the door. She could not understand how her place in Xu Feng's heart could be worth less than cultivation.
She was the Saintess, after all. The halo of such a status was enough to drive countless men mad, yet Xu Feng was an exception, utterly unmoved.
Just as her thoughts were running wild,
Bang.
The door opened.
Xu Feng walked out.
The sudden noise startled Bibi Dong, and she hurriedly put away the defiant expression on her face, afraid Xu Feng would notice anything amiss.
Xu Feng walked toward Bibi Dong. Looking at his imposing figure, she felt her heart grow flustered again. Could Xu Feng have changed his mind?
Now that he's finished cultivating, is he looking for me to sit down and discuss the Dao again? She watched Xu Feng approach step by step, holding her breath.
If Xu Feng knew how much was going through Bibi Dong's mind, he would not know whether to laugh or cry.
When he really touched her, she was unwilling.
"Bibi Dong, our marriage alliance is already established, but there are some things we should make clear beforehand," Xu Feng said calmly.
"What is it?" Bibi Dong's nerves finally relaxed. Oh, I was scaring myself. Xu Feng just wanted to talk to me.
"First, you must work hard at cultivation from now on. If you dare slack off or laze around, or if your cultivation speed fails to meet my requirements, I'll divorce you."
Xu Feng stated his demand outright. His rewards were tied to Bibi Dong's cultivation speed, so naturally he had to squeeze her hard and make her improve quickly.
Bibi Dong froze at his words, stunned and incredulous, her mouth hanging open.
Huh?
What was going on?
What had she just heard?
Xu Feng was going to divorce her?
She pointed at herself. "Divorce me?"
Bibi Dong was utterly dumbfounded. As the Saintess of Spirit Hall, what about her talent, Martial Soul, or status was not worthy of admiration? Which of them was not among the best in the world today?
If nothing unexpected happened, she would even become the future Pope of Spirit Hall. Then she would command Spirit Hall and be able to destroy a transcendent power while chatting and laughing.
Yet now Xu Feng had announced without further ado that he would divorce her?
She was so angry she laughed. She glared slightly at Xu Feng, looking thoroughly furious. "Xu Feng, do you know what you're saying?"
Ordinarily, men in the outside world would go to any lengths just to make her lift an eyelid, but what did Xu Feng take her for?
A spouse he could divorce at any moment?
Was she really so dispensable in Xu Feng's eyes?
"Listen carefully. I'm not divorcing you now. If you don't cultivate properly and your cultivation speed fails to meet my requirements, then I'll divorce you."
"Unless... you lack confidence in your own talent and think you can't meet my requirements."
Xu Feng provoked her in return.
Bibi Dong's chest rose and fell with pent-up frustration. So, in Xu Feng's heart, was she only a "spouse on probation"?
The moment she failed to meet his standards, he would break off the engagement?
When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
If she could beat Xu Feng, she would have been tempted to grind him mercilessly beneath her foot.
It was infuriating.