Taking the Marrow Cleansing Pill

After inviting Ye Feng to sit down, Qin Tian poured him a cup of tea and slowly said, "Brother Ye, the driver who caused the accident received a transfer of five million Huaxia Currency two hours ago. It came from an anonymous overseas account. Unless I'm mistaken, the Fang Family was behind the attack on you."

Ye Feng's face turned icy. He pulled an envelope from inside his clothes and handed it to Qin Tian.

"Brother Qin, sorry for the trouble, but please help me deliver this envelope to Ye Wuhen, the person in charge of Universe Investment in Jin City. I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry, Brother Ye. I'll arrange for someone to deliver it right away. I guarantee it'll arrive first thing tomorrow morning."

After seeing Ye Feng off, Qin Tian looked at the envelope in his hand and forcibly suppressed his curiosity. He called over a subordinate and ordered him to deliver it immediately.

Back in the room, Ye Feng comforted the two women but did not tell them the truth. It was better to keep them away from such dark matters.

Ye Feng took out two sachets, each containing an Elementary Defense Talisman.

"Xiaona, Linlin, you two must carry these sachets with you at all times. Remember that."

The two women put the sachets away and nodded solemnly.

"All right, don't think too much about it. Get some rest early."

Ye Feng returned to his room. Whenever he recalled the car accident, waves of cold washed over him. He still lacked the ability to protect himself and his family. If not for the Elementary Defense Talismans today, he, his sister, and Li Xiaona would most likely have died on the spot. He had to deal with the Fang Family as quickly as possible.

He picked up his phone and called Shen Haoyue.

"Haoyue, it's Ye Feng. Starting now, launch a full-scale attack on the Fang Family, whatever the cost! I'll transfer you some funds shortly. Do everything you can to wipe them out!"

Shen Haoyue was startled. Although she had made plans long ago, many of them would have to be scrapped if she destroyed the Fang Family at any cost. Something serious must have happened, or Ye Feng would not have been so resolute.

"Mr. Ye, did something happen?"

Ye Feng considered for a moment before saying, "I was in a car accident just now. The Fang Family made their move!"

"Mr. Ye, rest assured, I'll make the arrangements right away!"

After hanging up, Ye Feng transferred 800 billion Huaxia Currency to Shen Haoyue.

In his room, Ye Feng took out the Marrow Cleansing Pills the system had rewarded him with that day. Looking at the three crystal-clear pills in the jade bottle, he considered whether to take one. Cultivating immortality might be a broad road to glory, or it might be a road of no return.

After pondering for a long time, Ye Feng removed his clothes, resolutely poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

Before long, a wave of agonizing pain struck him. Beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his forehead, and his body felt as though it were being devoured by countless ants. The pain nearly made him faint. He gritted his teeth and endured it, wanting to scream, but not a sound came from his throat. Time trickled by, and the pain in his body gradually faded. A layer of black crystals had formed on his skin, while a warm current surged through him. He felt his strength steadily increasing, and his meridians growing tougher and stronger.

He sprang to his feet, and the black crystals shattered in an instant, revealing a smooth, delicate body in the room. Suppressing his excitement, Ye Feng felt the changes in his body and discovered that not only had his physical strength increased, but all five of his senses had improved enormously.

Ye Feng dumped all the black crystals formed from the impurities in his body into the toilet and flushed them away. He had to clean them up—the smell was overwhelmingly pungent. His body was now spotless, but he took a shower anyway. Perhaps it was psychological.

After rinsing off, Ye Feng returned to his room, lay down on the bed, and called out to the system.

"System, learn the Chaos True Scripture."

Ye Feng felt a sharp pain in his head as a vast amount of information flooded his mind. This cultivation technique was founded on chaos. By cultivating the Chaos True Scripture, a cultivator could master the power of chaos and thereby attain an extremely high realm.

From the information, he also learned about the major realms of immortal cultivation: the Qi Refining Stage, Foundation Establishment Stage, Golden Core Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Spirit Transformation Stage, Body Integration Stage, Tribulation Crossing Stage, and Mahayana Stage.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he circulated the technique through one complete cycle. Sensing that the spiritual power in his body had increased by only a trace, he had no choice but to give up cultivating for the time being. In this Dharma-ending age, spiritual energy was far too thin. If not for the effects of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, he would not have attained his current strength at peak Qi refining. He forcibly suppressed the urge to take another Marrow Cleansing Pill.

Ye Feng began to ponder. He wondered what stage his current strength placed him at among martial artists. It seemed he would have to talk to Brother Wuhen when he had the chance.

Early the next morning, the ringing of his phone woke Ye Feng from a pleasant dream. He picked it up, saw that Ye Wuhen was calling, and answered immediately.

"Brother Ye, someone delivered an envelope this morning and said you'd arranged for it to be sent."

Hearing that the envelope had arrived, Ye Feng breathed a long sigh of relief. It contained the Elementary Defense Talismans he had prepared to guard against the Fang Family harming his parents. Brother Qin really was efficient. Ye Feng would remember this favor.

"Brother Wuhen, there are two defense talismans in the envelope. Please get them to my parents as soon as possible and tell them they must carry them at all times."

Ye Wuhen was deeply shaken. Defense talismans! Those were the means of a cultivator. Since the pre-Qin era, cultivators had gradually vanished from the world because spiritual energy was scarce, and martial arts had begun to flourish. It seemed this world still held many secrets.

"Brother Ye, don't worry. I'll take care of it right away!"

"Brother Wuhen, do you have any martial artist friends? I'd like to hire a few as bodyguards at a high price. Money isn't a problem," Ye Feng asked tentatively. He knew the chances were slim, but he still wanted to try.

After pondering for a while, Ye Wuhen slowly said, "Brother Ye, it's not that I won't help you. Martial artists don't value money all that much. It's very easy for them to acquire wealth. What they value is improving their strength-things like pills, weapons, and natural treasures."

"Brother Ye, do you know which martial arts realms correspond to those of cultivators?" Ye Feng asked expectantly. He wanted to know which martial arts realm corresponded to his current strength at peak Qi refining.

"A specific comparison of strength wouldn't be very accurate. All I know is that a cultivator's Foundation Establishment Stage roughly corresponds to the Houtian realm, otherwise known as the Grandmaster realm."

Ye Feng understood that his strength at peak Qi refining should be equivalent to peak internal force. Satisfied with the answer, he ended the call. He still had to go to school to collect his diploma that day. Although it meant little to him now, it was at least the fruit of four years of hard work and held great significance.

After washing up and changing, Ye Feng saw that Li Xiaona was still looking somewhat unwell. She was probably still a little frightened by yesterday's accident. Ye Lin, on the other hand, was the complete opposite and was not affected at all.

Once the three of them were ready, they prepared to head to Demon City University. Because of yesterday's accident, Ye Feng's Big G could no longer be driven, so they had to take a taxi.