In the quiet chamber of the small courtyard.
Zhao Feng sat cross-legged. First, he swallowed a Solid Foundation Pill to strengthen his foundation and nourish his vitality. Then he swallowed a superior-grade Sharp Metal Pill. As its medicinal power dissolved in his stomach, the geng metal true qi in his dantian combined with it, becoming even sharper and far more lethal.
Metal governed killing. In truth, Zhao Feng's previous combat strength had not been his peak-not even when he fused fourfold true qi and single-handedly killed an early-stage Astral Force practitioner.
That was because the metal element true qi, which truly governed killing, had barely participated in battle. Now it had reached perfection, its killing power flourishing. Once it joined the fourfold true qi, all five elements would be complete, leaving no weakness.
Then Zhao Feng slowly tipped the drop of origin-returning spirit milk into his mouth. A familiar energy, gentle yet immeasurably vast, flowed down his throat straight into his dantian. As the spirit milk's medicinal power spread, all his true qi settled down.
Having already attempted fusion twice, Zhao Feng knew the road well. First, he carefully guided the luminous white mass of energy formed by the origin-returning spirit milk to envelop the geng metal true qi, which resembled an extremely condensed, razor-sharp little sword. Then he enveloped the previously fused four-colored true qi.
He had to remember that metal conflicted with and repelled both fire and wood, so he needed to be particularly careful during the fusion.
Still, his experience gave Zhao Feng confidence. White vapor rose above his head. Only when evening arrived did the violent fluctuations in the surrounding air gradually subside.
Everlasting spring vitality, the blazing heat of yang qi, the weight of thick earth, water's depths, and metal's killing power surged within Zhao