Chapter Eleven: Realm Leap

"Mingde, what's the difference between women and men? Why do women get angry so easily?" Zhang Hupan asked with a look of innocent curiosity.

God, spare me! Song Feng cried out internally, but outwardly, he respectfully replied, "Ancestor, there are many differences between women and men, not only in their physiological structures but also in their psychological structures..." Poor Song Feng was parched from analyzing the issue for an hour.

Zhang Hupan, who had been listening intently, finally understood why that beautiful girl had beaten him up so angrily that day. He secretly congratulated himself on his wisdom for letting Song Feng teach him first. Otherwise, who knew if he would have caused the pursuit of the "Women's Alliance" that Song Feng mentioned if he had rashly gone down the mountain. Feeling he had gained a lot, Zhang Hupan looked at Song Feng, whose cultivation was abysmal, and suddenly felt that Song Feng was actually very knowledgeable. Since he had received so much instruction from him, why had he forgotten to help improve his cultivation? With that thought, Zhang Hupan beckoned Song Feng over and said, "Sit cross-legged, calm your mind, and sink your Qi to your dantian!" Song Feng was very surprised by Zhang Hupan's sudden change of topic, but he would never have guessed that the pervert Zhao Liya and the others had encountered was this simple, unpretentious, and pure ancestor. Moreover, Zhang Hupan, having deeply understood what he had taught today, suddenly felt benevolent and wanted to help him improve his cultivation! Although Song Feng couldn't understand the ancestor's thoughts, it didn't diminish the supreme status of the ancestor's decree. He quickly and respectfully walked to Zhang Hupan, sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and entered a state of cultivation.

Suddenly, Song Feng felt a surge of the most righteous and majestic power in heaven and earth. It forcefully broke through all the meridians in his body from his Baihui acupoint, sweeping through even the Du and Ren meridians, which martial artists dreamed of, like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves. Then, Song Feng felt as if he were bathing in a spring breeze, immersed in a warm ocean of energy. The true Qi that flowed like a small stream in his body now surged like a mighty Yangtze River towards his dantian.

When Song Feng woke up, he found that he had never felt so full of power and so at peace. The outside world became incredibly clear, and even the slightest sounds couldn't escape his ears. He even discovered that he could perform internal breathing within his body. No matter how foolish Song Feng was, he knew that he had reached the Innate Realm, a lifelong pursuit for martial artists. A wave of ecstasy washed over him, and two streams of tears flowed down involuntarily. With a thud, Song Feng kowtowed to Zhang Hupan several times, "Thank you, Ancestor!"

"Alright, you can get up now! You've also worked hard these past few days. Because your cultivation was too low a few days ago, you couldn't use most of the things I have here. Now you are considered among the ranks of immortals in the eyes of the world. Here are some celestial pills, celestial swords, and magical artifacts. Take them! Go cultivate when you have time, and if you have any questions, go ask Qingmu! That's all for today!" After speaking, Zhang Hupan gently closed his eyes.

Only now did Song Feng truly understand the power of the ancestor before him, who seemed so young. Just imagine, who could instantly transform a worldly master of the Postnatal Realm into an Innate master? What kind of cultivation would that require! If Song Feng still harbored a shred of contempt in his heart before, it had now transformed into a respect for Zhang Hupan as boundless as the Yangtze River! Song Feng respectfully bowed to the meditating Zhang Hupan and then quietly retreated.

When Song Feng went outside, he truly felt his own power. With a casual leap, he could soar dozens of feet into the air. Looking at the celestial sword in his hand, Song Feng knew that he could finally fly with his sword like his master, though he didn't know the incantation for sword flight yet!

When Qingmu saw Song Feng, the look of astonishment in his eyes made Song Feng feel as refreshed as drinking iced plum juice in the scorching heat! Being able to surprise his master so much meant that his cultivation must be very high. He didn't expect Qingmu's next sentence to make him so excited that he almost passed out: "Heavens! How unfair is fate! I painstakingly cultivated for over a hundred years to reach the middle stage of Qi Introduction. If not for the ancestor's celestial pills and guidance these past two days, I don't know when I would have reached the early stage of Qi Condensation! I didn't expect you, kid, to go from the Postnatal Realm to the same realm as me in just a few days!"

If Song Feng had only vaguely felt his immense power just now, so much so that he dared not imagine it, he still wouldn't have dared to compare himself to his master. After all, in his eyes, his master's realm had long been at the level of an immortal. He never expected that his current cultivation not only reached his master's level but far surpassed the level he knew his master to be. Even if Song Feng's heart function was stronger, he could barely withstand such a powerful stimulus. Instantly, Zhang Hupan's status in his heart climbed to an insurmountable height.

Just as Song Feng was recovering from the immense joy, he then suffered the greatest blow of his life. This was because Qingmu began his cruel plundering. Now Song Feng finally understood why his master had so painstakingly tried to get him to agree to let him pick two items from the ancestor's rewards. At that time, Song Feng couldn't comprehend the ancestor's power, nor the preciousness of the items bestowed by the ancestor. Now, having just experienced such a great fortuitous encounter, Song Feng thoroughly understood the ancestor's mighty power. Therefore, it was conceivable that the items bestowed by the ancestor could not be subpar! Watching Qingmu gleefully pick out a celestial pill of the best quality and most potent spiritual energy, Song Feng's heart bled drop by drop. And when Qingmu, with sparkling eyes, took away the celestial sword containing infinite magical power, Song Feng felt a heart-wrenching pain. Seeing Song Feng's suffering, even someone as thick-skinned as Qingmu felt a little embarrassed and consoled him, "Mingde! Today, your master will teach you the Wudang Celestial Arts. You can also learn to fly with your sword and master that world-shattering power!"

Bullshit, who cares! If I gave this pill and celestial sword, or even just this pill, to Grand Ancestor Kuye, I wouldn't be afraid of not learning profound cultivation techniques. However, Song Feng dared not say such a thing. After all, without his current master, he wouldn't be who he is today. The poor Song Feng could only comfort himself with the spirit of Ah Q: "It's just a bead and a piece of scrap metal. It's like pitying this old man in front of me. Besides, exchanging these things for cultivation techniques is a huge profit for me!" (To be continued)