Disparity

Among martial artists, very few snored in their sleep. It could not be said that there were absolutely none, but they were certainly a minority among minorities. After all, practicing martial arts was a process of constantly refining oneself.

Just as martial artists rarely fell ill, unless they were injured and their bodies developed problems, ordinary chills and fevers found it difficult to cling to them.

The higher one's cultivation, the more apparent this became. Upon reaching the Organ Refinement Realm, many substances that were deadly poisons to ordinary people could be swallowed directly by martial artists, then expelled by circulating their qi and blood.

Chen Fei looked at the information on the simplified panel and pondered for a moment. His cheeks puffed out, and he made a snoring sound.

No insight into the Great Thunderous Sword appeared in his Sea of Consciousness. Chen Fei's first attempt had failed.

Chen Fei frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then closed his eyes and continued making snoring noises.

This time, insights into the Great Thunderous Sword technique directly appeared in Chen Fei's Sea of Consciousness. Moreover, as Chen Fei continuously raised the volume of his snores, the speed at which he gained insight actually increased.

The louder the sound, the more insights he gained. By the end, thunderous noise echoed throughout the entire secret chamber.

With Chen Fei's current physique, even without learning a specific sound-based technique, if he truly exerted himself and shouted at full volume, anyone below the Organ Refinement Realm would likely be shaken into severe injury—or even killed outright.

Even those in the Organ Refinement Realm would likely be left dizzy and blinded.

One could imagine just how loud the noise inside the secret chamber was at this moment. Only because formations concealed the chamber was the sound