Raging flames, terrifying lightning, ice that seemed capable of freezing everything, streams of water imbued with dreadful corrosive power... all manner of terrifying energies assailed him, along with incomparably sharp sword qi, foul, reeking poison, and light that could tear his flesh apart and even wrench his soul from his body.
Countless horrific methods finally taught Lu Feng what purgatory meant. If curses could kill, a hundred High Priests would already have died a thorough death.
The man was nothing short of a sadistic freak. Heaven only knew where he had found all these secret arts, forcing Lu Feng to hover on the brink of death every day. Whether used individually or mixed together, not one had repeated itself over the past year.
Though he almost never saw the High Priest, Lu Feng could imagine the old man lurking in some corner, beaming as he watched him struggle desperately.
Lu Feng was utterly convinced that the High Priest wanted to kill him. Despite the man's claim that these were merely the Witch Clan's trials, every ordeal demanded his full strength. The slightest lapse would plunge him beyond all hope of redemption. He refused to believe that other members of the Witch Clan went through the same thing.
After all this time, Lu Feng finally felt the power of the Heavenly Deficiency Divine Art, especially the Withered Wood Rejuvenation Cultivation Technique.
Of its five cultivation techniques, he used the Borrowed-Tiger's-Might Cultivation Technique the least, since his mental power had never been particularly strong, and he had only learned the Spiritual Resonance Sword at the Panshen Heavenly Palace. The Withered Wood Rejuvenation Cultivation Technique came next.
This technique possessed powerful restorative abilities, but it had a fatal flaw: it always left him unconscious. Unless he had no other choice, Lu Feng would