Chapter 58: Peak of Union

"How are you so powerful?"

With a single palm strike, a golden dragon appeared.

Chen Wanwan could no longer laugh. Her own attack collapsed in an instant, her demonic aura shattered, while the golden dragon unleashed by Chu Feng lunged at her, fangs bared and claws extended.

Just as she tried to dodge, her vision blurred. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside her and swept her into his arms.

"Ah!"

Startled, Chen Wanwan cried out.

"Heh, now you finally see who has the upper hand," Chu Feng said with a grin.

Chen Wanwan stared at him in disbelief. "How could you possibly be my match?"

Chu Feng replied with confidence, "Why not? Did you really think I was only at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Chen Wanwan snorted coldly. "If not Nascent Soul, then what, Fusion stage?"

Chu Feng smiled. "Congratulations, you guessed right. I truly am at the Fusion stage. So, you’d best accept your fate. Didn’t you just say I forced myself on you?"

"Well, I’ll do it again. How dare you attack me, even demanded a foot massage, clearly you need to be taught a lesson."

"Audacious witch, take my cudgel!"

What followed was a thorough lesson under Chu Feng’s relentless rod, and Chen Wanwan finally yielded completely.

Chu Feng wielded his long staff and beat her until her cries filled the room.

Only after she was utterly spent did he finally relent.

Feeling utterly refreshed, Chu Feng pressed a kiss to the forehead of the now-unconscious Chen Wanwan before leaving.

He entered the training hall to tally up his gains.

Two thousand years of cultivation—once absorbed, it would be enough to take his skills to the next level.

The yin power he had just gained from Zhao Dongdong had strengthened his physique, soul, bloodline, and mana to varying degrees. The Grand Lament of Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang, especially a woman’s first gift of primal yin, was of the greatest benefit to him.

Similarly, the woman received considerable feedback in her own right.

In truth, the Grand Lament of Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang seemed to offer mutual benefit, but in reality, the man reaped the lion’s share.

Yang as principal, yin as supplement.

Endless, inexhaustible.

The Sacred Body also had grades: ordinary, excellent, outstanding, and extraordinary—or, in other terms, inferior, medium, superior, and supreme.

Previously, Chu Feng did possess the Infinite Sacred Body, but it was only of the ordinary grade, and only about thirty percent awakened.

Through cultivation with the Grand Lament of Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang, he had now awakened fifty percent.

Once fully awakened, he could manifest the sacred phenomenon and unleash the true might of the Sacred Body.

Those who possessed the Sacred Body were destined for imperial greatness.

The Sacred Body was one in ten thousand, but not unheard of.

But those who could truly awaken the Sacred Body were rarer than one in ten thousand years.

Otherwise, why else do you think an Immortal Emperor only appears once every ten millennia?

Take Shen Qianxue’s Beauty Sacred Body, or Lu Linglong’s Seven Aperture Exquisite Sacred Body—neither had fully awakened.

With Chu Feng’s cultivation, even the grade of his Infinite Sacred Body had risen from ordinary to excellent.

The two thousand years of cultivation power were absorbed rapidly.

His cultivation level rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thousand-character Grand Celestial Sutra radiated golden light all around him, and as time flowed, his level broke through with ease.

Fusion stage, late phase.

And still not done.

He advanced all the way to the peak of the Fusion stage before fully absorbing those two thousand years of power.

An overwhelming force surged from within.

Now, though he had never directly faced a perfected Celestial Being, Chu Feng was confident he could battle most of them on equal footing.

Of course, his cultivation still had room to grow.

Let’s not forget the first transformation of the Nine Revolutions Arcane Art.

This was a technique ranked among the top ten across all worlds—the body sanctified by the heavens. Even just the first transformation would greatly enhance his strength. If he truly mastered it, his power would increase at least tenfold.

But defeating Chu Feng now required more than just cultivation in the Nine Revolutions Arcane Art.

There was also the Mansion Visualization Method.

One focused on strengthening the soul, the other on the body.

Encountering Yun Niang, that ghostly deity, had taught him the benefits of a powerful soul.

Had Yun Niang not been a benevolent spirit, he might have been devoured, his soul scattered for eternity.

Yet, thinking of Shen Qianxue’s predicament, Chu Feng hesitated.

After some calculation, he finally decided to use an Experience Pill to advance the first transformation of the Nine Revolutions Arcane Art.

He checked the Fortune Shop.

The price: one hundred million fortune points.

How many Fortune Daughters must he conquer, how many Fortune Sons and Children of Destiny must he defeat, to earn that sum?

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. The first transformation of the Nine Revolutions Arcane Art has reached perfection. Please continue your efforts. The second transformation is now available for purchase at fifty million fortune points.]

Fifty million! This was outright daylight robbery.

Contemplating the total cost, Chu Feng fell silent.

The first transformation also granted him a divine power.

Iron Muscles, Steel Bones.

In Journey to the West, Yang Jian cultivated the Nine Revolutions Arcane Art, while Sun Wukong practiced the Eight-Nine Mystical Art—two techniques of equal rank and similar effect.

The Nine Revolutions Arcane Art was created by the Three Pure Ones, drawing on Pangu’s legacy and the physical refinement methods of the Wu clan.

The Eight-Nine Mystical Art was created by the Daoist Guide, combining Wu clan techniques with Buddhist body refinement.

Each had its unique brilliance.

In an instant, Chu Feng felt his physical strength multiply ten thousandfold. His Infinite Sacred Body, previously only fifty-two percent awakened, now surged directly to eighty percent.

Would mastering the second transformation grant him full awakening of the Infinite Sacred Body?

At this moment, he was confident he could battle even mid- to high-level Celestial Beings.

The imperial Jiang Clan.

Fu Wangtian’s death would sooner or later be traced back to him.

When that day came, his true test would begin.

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While Chu Feng reveled in his amorous conquests, someone else was falling apart.

That person was Lin Xiyue.

She had become Lu Linglong’s disciple.

She had hoped to enter the Supreme Mystery Realm and inherit its legacy, condensing her Nascent Soul.

Yet because Chu Feng had slept with her, taking her maidenhood, she fell from Lu Linglong’s favor and lost the qualification to enter the Supreme Mystery Realm.

With everything slipping through her fingers, her only choice was to retreat and cultivate.

Three days ago, she emerged from seclusion.

She was immediately greeted by devastating news: Chu Feng had broken through. Her former partner of a hundred years had reached the Nascent Soul stage and become a Grand Elder of the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect.

A Nascent Soul cultivator’s lifespan is three thousand years.

He was only a thousand years old.

The irony was, she once scorned him for his age and declining strength, believing he could no longer protect her. She had divorced him without hesitation, choosing instead to become Lu Linglong’s disciple, even refusing the paltry inheritance he offered.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

What shattered her completely was learning that her master, Lu Linglong, had become Chu Feng’s cultivation partner.

How laughable.

The man she had discarded like worn shoes had been swept up by her own master.

She refused to accept it. She was filled with regret.

“No, Chu Feng is my man—no one can take him from me. We were Dao partners for over a hundred years; he must still love me. I will win him back, no matter what.”