Cultivation Enhancement!

[Yesterday's evaluation: Slew two martial disciples of the fifth stage of the Blood-Moving Realm, superior!]

[Rewards: Iron Stake Technique proficiency +60, Exquisite Breathing Method proficiency +100, Primary Cultivation Enhancement Aura (24 hours)]

This reward is a bit too exaggerated!

It was the first time Jiang Feng had seen the system settle so much proficiency experience at once.

The proficiency settled this time was even more than his previous five settlements combined!

At the same time, Jiang Feng noticed that one very special reward.

Primary Cultivation Enhancement Aura.

As the name suggested, this was an aura that could accelerate one's cultivation speed, though it only lasted for one day.

This item had appeared before, but it was extremely rare.

Could it be that killing people increases the daily settlement rewards?

Seeing that extra sentence in the evaluation, this thought suddenly popped into Jiang Feng's mind.

But since it was his first time killing someone, Jiang Feng dared not be certain.

"Open panel!"

With a thought, a blue panel appeared right before his eyes.

[Name: Jiang Feng]
[Realm: Blood-Moving Realm, seventh stage (5/100)]
[Profession: Alchemist, first stage (11/100)]
[Techniques:
Iron Stake Technique (Great Success 103/300)
Exquisite Breathing Method (Minor Success 50/200)]
[Skills:
Herb Identification Art (Great Success 129/300)
Bedchamber Arts (Entry 5/100)
Blood-Qi Pill (Minor Success 10/100)]

"Not only did my realm break through to the seventh stage of the Blood-Moving Realm, but even the Exquisite Breathing Method has advanced from entry to minor success."

A flash of irrepressible joy crossed Jiang Feng's face, and he immediately closed his eyes, settled his mind, and carefully felt the earth-shattering changes within his body.

A brand-new memory regarding the Exquisite Breathing Method surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

In that memory, it was as if he had practiced this technique countless times; he gained more unique insights into its intricacies, and the parts that were originally obscure were suddenly clear.

His breathing rhythm also changed quietly under the guidance of that memory; he no longer had to deliberately maintain it, yet it became increasingly long and natural.

This breathing method seemed to have been thoroughly integrated into his instincts, into every inch of his flesh and blood. Even without focusing on circulating his energy, his body was still continuously cultivating.

With every breath, the muscles all over his body bulged, and the blood-qi within him surged like a raging tide, more than several times stronger than before.

Under the guidance of the Exquisite Breathing Method, Jiang Feng could clearly feel that as long as he wished, the blood-qi in his body could burst out through his skin at any moment, striking from any part of his limbs or bones.

The next moment, he opened his eyes abruptly. There was no longer a trace of hesitation in his gaze, only a chilling coldness that made one's heart tremble.

Hide-and-seek was over. Now, it was his turn to hunt.

Just then, a large patch of dark clouds completely swallowed the cold moon on the horizon. Lightning flickered faintly deep within the clouds, and a gale rose suddenly, causing the entire dense forest to rustle loudly.

Jiang Feng locked his gaze onto that tall figure, flashed, and disappeared behind a large tree.

Thunder rolled, and a torrential downpour descended suddenly. Bean-sized raindrops pelted the dense forest, stirring up a cacophony.

In the midst of the rainstorm, Sun Bowei still stood steadily, bow drawn and arrow nocked, but most of his attention was firmly locked onto Fan Qingyang.

The current environment had deteriorated to the extreme; all scents had been washed clean by the rain, and every subtle sound was completely swallowed by the wind and rain, rendering almost all tracking methods useless.

Yet he did not believe that the brat would just run away like that. Even if he were to flee, he would definitely slaughter this fat pig before doing so.

The things that fat pig had said just now were simply too hateful. Even as an outsider, he felt the urge to chop that mouth off with a single blade strike.

Just then, a sudden, rapid rustling sound came from the grass to his side.

Sun Bowei frowned. "Hm? Did I mishear?"

He subconsciously ruled out the possibility of it being Jiang Feng. A brat at the sixth stage of the Blood-Moving Realm, how could he dare to take the initiative to attack him, a master at the eighth stage?

But the moment this thought arose, a biting blade light shot out violently from the grass, aiming straight for his throat. The ferocity of the strike and the cunning of the angle clearly meant to take his life.

"How bold! You actually dare to attack me!"

Sun Bowei's pupils shrank. Too late to think, he instinctively raised the horn bow in his hand to block.

With a crisp "crack," the sturdy bow that had followed him for years was split in two by the blade, and the remaining force of the strike slammed heavily into his chest.

For this strike, Jiang Feng had exerted almost all his strength, pouring out every bit of power from his seventh-stage Blood-Moving Realm cultivation, hoping to completely cripple this eighth-stage expert in one blow!

The icy blade edge cut into his chest, instantly tearing skin and flesh as blood sprayed everywhere.

But after cutting through the skin and flesh, the blade edge was stuck hard, unable to advance another inch.

The sensation was not like cutting into a person, but rather like hacking into a thick steel plate.

A flash of shock crossed Jiang Feng's eyes. What is going on? How can this person's physique be so formidable!

Failing to land the kill, he made a prompt decision, withdrew his blade, and retreated. His figure pulled back more than ten steps in the rainstorm, instantly creating distance from Sun Bowei.

Sun Bowei looked down at the deep, bone-reaching gash on his chest, his heart surging with equal shock.

His Golden Armor Technique had actually failed to hold up. How could a brat at the sixth stage of the Blood-Moving Realm unleash such terrifying power? This force was clearly no less than that of the seventh stage.

He threw away the broken bow, slowly drew his curved blade from his waist, and looked at Jiang Feng with a grim gaze.

"Brat, your talent is indeed good, and your courage is sufficient; I admire that. If we had met elsewhere, I might even have been willing to make an exception and keep you by my side. But you shouldn't have, you really shouldn't have killed the last two loved ones I had in this world."

Jiang Feng did not reply, only sneered. If he hadn't killed those two, was he supposed to just wait obediently to be killed?

Some people were just despicable; they said nothing when they bullied others, but the moment they were bullied themselves, they started talking about reason.

The next moment, his blood-qi surged. He stepped forward, raised his Ghost-Head Blade, and slashed at Sun Bowei once more. The blade light was biting, tearing a gash through the curtain of rain!

Sun Bowei dared not be the least bit careless. His aura climbed steadily, his muscles bulging in chunks visible to the naked eye, and he swung his curved blade to meet the attack head-on.

A loud explosion rang out in the rainstorm. In the blink of an eye, the two clashed dozens of times in succession.

Blade light collided with blade light in the rain, and the sparks that flew were extinguished by the rain in an instant.

After a few rounds of probing, Sun Bowei gradually discovered something. The young man before him indeed possessed astonishing strength, but he seemed to have never practiced any martial techniques for killing.

His blade technique was extremely chaotic, relying entirely on brute force to hack and slash without any rhyme or reason. He had the strength, but he couldn't truly bring it to its peak.

The tight string in Sun Bowei's heart loosened slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a ferocious grin. "Brat, is this all you've got? You dare to ambush me with just this much? Have you thought about what your fate will be if the ambush fails?"

Before he finished speaking, large patches of golden patterns quickly appeared on his skin, and a layer of red mist, so faint it was almost imperceptible, began to cover his entire body.

The next moment, he completely abandoned his defense and launched a fierce counterattack against Jiang Feng like a mad dog.

The situation reversed instantly. Sun Bowei fought with increasing bravery, his blade strikes faster and heavier with each move, forcing Jiang Feng to retreat step by step.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, desperately parrying the storm-like attacks, but his feet couldn't stop stumbling backward, and his heart was filled with horror.

The gap was still too large. Even having broken through to the seventh stage of the Blood-Moving Realm, facing an eighth-stage expert who had mastered martial techniques, he was still pushing his limits too far.