Positive Yang Force Fourth Layer, Li Feiyu is Shocked!

Seven days had passed in the blink of an eye.

In the dim room, Han Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, his entire being shrouded in stillness.

The Internal Force within his body had swelled from that initial wisp of a stream into a surging, unceasing river.

It cycled endlessly along the route of the Positive Yang Force, each revolution bringing a faint, barely perceptible increase.

After a long while.

He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and opened his eyes.

A sharp glint flashed through his gaze and vanished in an instant.

Without any pause, he immediately called up the attribute panel in his mind.

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[Host: Han Feng]

[Level: Third-rate Realm]

[Age: 10]

[Spiritual Root: None]

[Cultivation Technique: Positive Yang Force (Layer 4)]

[Attribute Points: 0.5]

Seeing the words "Layer 4" prominently displayed under the cultivation technique column, Han Feng's heart began to race uncontrollably.

Seven days!

Just seven days!

He had consumed all twenty Qi Solidifying Pills from the two bottles his cousin Han Li had given him, down to the last one.

The surging energy of the pills was continuously converted into Attribute Points.

Then, without a shred of hesitation, he dumped every single point into the Positive Yang Force.

Each addition of points was a complete transformation.

From Layer 1 to Layer 2, then to Layer 3, until last night, when he exhausted his last five Attribute Points and successfully broke through to Layer 4!

His Internal Force cultivation rose accordingly, propelling him straight into what the martial world called the "Third-rate Realm."

Though it was only Third-rate, this was an achievement that countless martial artists spent years, even over a decade of grueling effort, to reach.

And he had done it in just seven days.

Looking across the entire martial world, his speed was absolutely unprecedented, and likely unmatched by anyone to come—the greatest genius in history!

This rocket-like pace of improvement left him utterly intoxicated.

"Too bad the Qi Solidifying Pills are gone."

Han Feng stared at the lonely "0.5" under the Attribute Points column, and his previously elated mood was instantly replaced by an anxiety called "poverty."

Twenty Qi Solidifying Pills, gone just like that.

Without pills, there were no Attribute Points.

Without Attribute Points, this so-called "cultivation genius" would immediately revert to his original form.

Where was he supposed to get Attribute Points next?

Go find his cousin Han Li?

The thought had barely surfaced before he crushed it.

No way.

Only seven days had passed, and if he ran over asking for pills, it would be far too suspicious.

Besides, Han Li had his own heap of troubles—he still hadn't gotten past Doctor Mo, and his supply of pills was definitely not endless.

This leg was sturdy, but he couldn't just keep milking the same cow dry.

He needed to think of another way.

Just as Han Feng was racking his brains, searching for the next "cash cow," footsteps suddenly sounded outside the courtyard gate.

"Thump, thump, thump."

A knock came, followed by a familiar voice.

"Xiao Feng, are you in there?"

It was Li Feiyu!

Han Feng's body stiffened instantly, then a brilliant light burst from his eyes.

A pillow just when he was nodding off!

Wasn't this a walking pile of Attribute Points!

He practically scrambled off the bed, taking three steps in two as he rushed to the door. In the split second before opening it, his expression shifted from a calculating transmigrator to an innocent ten-year-old child.

The eager look on his face was like that of a bottom-ranked salesman finally meeting a legendary billionaire tycoon.

"Creak."

The door was pulled open.

"Brother Li!"

Han Feng lifted his small face, his smile bright, his voice brimming with admiration.

"Haha, haven't seen you in a few days, kid—looks like you've grown a bit."

Li Feiyu's tall figure appeared in the doorway. He'd been out on a mission for the hall these past few days, travel-worn and dusty. Just back today, after wrapping up his tasks, he thought of the junior brother he'd brought into the sect and came by to check on him.

He reached out and patted Han Feng's shoulder. The feel of it caught him off guard.

"Not bad. Your frame's toughened up a lot—guess you haven't been slacking off."

Seven days ago, the kid had been a scrawny little thing, but now his shoulder had some flesh to it, no longer just bony edges.

"All thanks to Brother Li's good teaching!" Han Feng immediately served up a perfectly timed flattery.

Li Feiyu took it in stride, laughing heartily as he walked into the room. He glanced around, saw it was neatly kept, and nodded with satisfaction.

This kid—not just sharp, but diligent too.

He casually pulled over a stool and sat down, asking in an offhand tone, "By the way, how's the Positive Yang Force I taught you coming along? Have you felt any Qi Sensation?"

In his experience, even for a ten-year-old with decent bone structure, memorizing the chant without mistakes in seven days was already impressive.

Expecting to develop Qi Sensation was pure fantasy.

He asked only as a formality, ready to comfort and encourage Han Feng when he said "no," telling him that beginnings were always hard and not to lose heart.

Han Feng had been waiting for this question.

He blinked, and in a tone that was both honest and tinged with uncertainty, answered plainly:

"I'm already at the fourth layer."

"Mm, it's fine—internal cultivation can't be rushed... Huh?"