In the blink of an eye.
Nearly a month had passed since Han Feng became Wang Juechu's disciple.
During that month, Han Feng had barely set foot outside his home.
He had become a complete recluse, staying in his own courtyard all day.
Apart from the two maids responsible for his daily needs, he hardly interacted with anyone.
To outsiders, such a dull and tedious life was practically torture.
But Han Feng enjoyed it.
The widespread rumors about him had gradually died down precisely because of his almost reclusive behavior.
After all, if a genius never showed his face, everyone's curiosity and gossip would eventually be replaced by something new.
During that time, Wang Juechu, his master, came by several times.
He had initially worried that suddenly rising to a lofty position would make his young disciple lose himself in glory and neglect his cultivation.
But every time he visited, he saw Han Feng either sweating profusely as he trained in the courtyard or cultivating behind closed doors in his room.
This greatly pleased Wang Juechu, making him feel more and more certain that he had chosen the right person.
Diligent, disciplined, neither arrogant nor impatient.
That was the mentality a peerless genius ought to have!
Overjoyed, Wang Juechu waved his hand and approved a large number of pills and precious medicinal herbs to aid Han Feng's cultivation.
At that moment, in the room.
Han Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, a faint layer of white airflow swirling around him. As he breathed, the airflow alternately contracted and expanded.
His eyes were tightly shut, and his temples bulged slightly. This was an outward sign that his Internal Force had reached an extremely profound level.
After a long while, Han Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The arrow of qi shot more than half a meter before dispersing in midair.
He opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed across them before vanishing.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately opened the Attribute Panel that only he could see.
Host: Han Feng. Realm: Second-rate Realm. Age: 10. Spiritual Root: None. Cultivation Method: Positive Yang Force (Sixth Layer). Attribute Points: 11.5.
Positive Yang Force was divided into nine layers. After the fifth layer, advancing each layer became incomparably difficult, with the required energy increasing geometrically.
Over the past month, Han Feng had converted nearly all the gifts he had received last time, along with the cultivation resources subsequently provided by his master, Wang Juechu, into Attribute Points.
Only then had he barely pushed his cultivation method from the peak of the fourth layer to the early stage of the Sixth Layer.
Even so, he had officially entered the ranks of the Second-rate Masters that martial artists dreamed of becoming.
One more layer, and he would be a First-rate Master.
"Still too slow."
Han Feng was not satisfied.
The remaining 11.5 Attribute Points were nowhere near enough to support his breakthrough to the seventh layer.
The resources needed to advance further were astronomical.
In the short term, relying on pills to raise the level of Positive Yang Force was no longer realistic.
After some thought, Han Feng decided to stop improving his inner cultivation for the time being.
"Possessing a body full of Internal Force without any means of wielding it is ultimately nothing more than a castle in the air."
He understood his current predicament clearly.
He was like a child carrying a huge barrel of gunpowder. Its power was astonishing, but without a fuse or a way to ignite it, he could not turn that power into effective killing force.
If he encountered a true life-or-death battle, he might not even have the chance to fight back before being effortlessly dealt with by an experienced enemy.
"The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be blown down."
He was now in a lofty position. Though he appeared to be enjoying glory, undercurrents were actually surging everywhere.
The jealousy of his fellow Inner Sect disciples, whether the Hall Masters who had failed to recruit him harbored resentment, and the Seven Profound Sect's mortal enemy, the Wild Wolf Gang...
These were all sharp swords hanging above his head.
He had to master martial arts capable of protecting himself as soon as possible!
On the second day after making up his mind, Wang Juechu happened to visit him again.
Seeing Han Feng practicing a basic Outer Sect boxing style in the courtyard, each move carrying impressive force, Wang Juechu nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad. You know to cultivate both the inner and outer arts, rather than reaching beyond your grasp."
"Master."
Han Feng stopped and respectfully saluted. "I feel that my Internal Force circulation has achieved some success, but I lack methods for dealing with enemies. I'd like to go to the Seven Absolutes Hall and choose two martial arts techniques for self-defense."
Hearing this, Wang Juechu's approval grew even stronger.
Not only was this disciple's talent unmatched throughout the ages, but his intelligence also far exceeded that of his peers. Every step he took was clear and steady.
"That's exactly what you should do!" Wang Juechu laughed, clapping his hands. "When martial artists contend, Internal Force is the foundation, while techniques are the branches and leaves. Neither can be lacking. You only knew to bury your head in bitterly cultivating your inner arts, which put you at a disadvantage. It's excellent that you were able to realize this yourself!"
He took a warm, lustrous White Jade Token from his robes and handed it to Han Feng.
"This is my personal token. With it, you may enter and leave the top floor of the Seven Absolutes Hall at will and choose any martial art you like. Go and pick the two that suit you best."
"Thank you, Master!"
Han Feng was delighted and respectfully accepted the token.
Holding the Sect Leader Token, Han Feng passed through without obstruction and soon arrived at the Seven Profound Sect's important site, the Seven Absolutes Hall.
It was a simple stone pagoda standing seven stories tall, containing the various martial arts manuals the Seven Profound Sect had collected over several hundred years.
In front of the pagoda, an old man with completely white hair and beard lay on a rocking chair with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
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