Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

In fact, even Ling Feng himself was somewhat surprised. He had only used the Heavenly Dao Eye for the first time to copy the opponent's martial technique, yet somehow he managed to perform it even better than his adversary.

He did not know that the previous instances of activating the Emperor's Eye in fury had greatly strengthened his body, making him even more formidable than those martial artists who had labored to cultivate from the Body Refining Realm.

Whether it was strength or speed, his level was higher than that of Ren Yifei and the others. Thus, when using the Black Wind Claw and Chasing Cloud Steps, the performance he exhibited was superior to the opponent's.

As Ren Yifei fell, where did those other lackeys muster the strength to continue fighting?

In just a short while, Ling Feng's swift stabs with his Golden Needle sealed the acupoints of the others.

Although acupuncture techniques differ from martial techniques, sealing the opponent's acupoints in actual combat proved to be quite effective.

Ling Feng, looking at the few dead dogs on the ground, was now certain that it was obviously due to some grudges between his bargain Master and the higher-ups of the Wenxian Sect that he had been dragged into this mess.

Possibly, Duanmu Qingshan chose not to stand up for him to avoid getting him involved as well.

However, to think that Ling Feng would leave obediently, how could it be that easy?

Not to mention the difference in treatment between the Inner and Outer Sects, the concentration of nature's spiritual energy in the Inner Sect was more than three times denser than that of the Outer Sect, making the speed of cultivation vastly different.

Moreover, only Inner Sect Disciples were qualified to enter the Scripture Pavilion and select Cultivation and Martial Arts techniques. In the Outer Sect, all that awaited was the daily burden of chores.

With this in mind, how could he rapidly improve his strength and retrieve the second part of the "Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Scripture" from the Eastern Capital Yan Family?

He had just barely been accepted into the Inner Sect; even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would never give up!

Strength, he needed even greater strength!

"Remember, don't provoke me again!"

Ling Feng huffed lightly, retrieved the Golden Needles from Ren Yifei and the others, and turned to walk towards the Bamboo House.

Once the acupoints were released, Ren Yifei and the others could finally move. They scrambled back in panic a few steps, then struggled to their feet, glaring angrily at Ling Feng, and said venomously, "Just you wait, don't think you can rest easy after defeating me. Tomorrow, there will be even stronger senior brothers coming for you, and your fate will be utterly miserable!"

Ling Feng's eyebrows furrowed, and his fist clenched, making a sound like popping beans. He abruptly turned around, glaring fiercely at Ren Yifei.

Ren Yifei's body trembled as he turned, no longer daring to linger, and immediately fled as if flying.

"A bunch of rats!"

Ling Feng snorted coldly and walked into Duanmu Qingshan's Bamboo House.

When Ling Feng returned to the courtyard, he discovered his bargain Master seated in a bamboo chair, looking at him with some surprise.

"Master!" Ling Feng stepped forward and bowed.

Duanmu Qingshan moved his lips but did not take issue with Ling Feng calling him Master, simply saying indifferently, "I didn't expect you to have some skills."

"Skills are forced out," Ling Feng said in a deep voice, clenching his fists.

"Interesting!" Duanmu Qingshan took a sip from his wine gourd and beckoned Ling Feng with his finger, saying faintly, "You, come here!"

At his words, Ling Feng took a few steps forward and approached Duanmu Qingshan.

"Qi Condensation Third Level?" Duanmu Qingshan was slightly astonished, "You advanced to the Qi Condensation Third Level overnight?"

"Perhaps it was a case of a slow accumulation leading to a sudden success," Ling Feng pursed his lips and said blandly.

"Is that so?" Duanmu Qingshan didn't pursue the matter further. His gaze swept towards a bamboo chair beside him, "Take a seat."

Ling Feng nodded and sat down beside Duanmu Qingshan, listening quietly without saying much.

"For someone your age, you do have a calmness and composure that's difficult for ordinary people to match," Duanmu Qingshan turned his head and glanced at Ling Feng, "It seems you've been through quite a bit."

"There has been some," Ling Feng nodded slightly, "But as for Master, despite being a senior figure at the level of a Peak Master or an Elder, you seem to have little status within the sect and are even isolated by everyone from top to bottom. There must be some reasons behind it."

"Yes, the reasons are not insignificant."

Duanmu Qingshan took another sip of wine and said indifferently, "However, don't think that just because you have withstood this first test, you can stay here securely. I've said before, I am not your master, nor will I teach you anything. Leave obediently, and don't harbor any lucky thoughts."

"I have also said that I will definitely become your disciple!"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow in a smile and suddenly fixed his gaze on the wine gourd in Duanmu Qingshan's hand, curling his lips and said, "Master, the contents of your gourd, they're medicinal liquor, aren't they?"

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Duanmu Qingshan's eyes, "Continue."

"Both the qi and blood are deficient, externally strong but internally rigid. Master, you must have suffered a serious internal injury in the past?"

"Sharp eyes," Duanmu Qingshan nodded, "For one so young, your medical skills aren't bad."

"I know a little," Ling Feng replied, meeting Duanmu Qingshan's gaze, "It's just that, Master, the composition of your wine is not right."

"Hm?" Duanmu Qingshan's expression finally changed slightly, "Young man, although I, Duanmu Qingshan, don't dare to say that my medical skills are unmatched in the world, a few decades ago, I still earned a reputation as the Duanmu Divine Doctor. There are very few Daoist Doctors in the world who exceed my medical expertise. You actually dare to say my Aura Transformation Ice and Fire Wine is not composed correctly?"

"It is not correct; it is not!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth. In other areas, Ling Feng might not argue with Duanmu Qingshan, but when it comes to medical skills, he had his particular stubbornness.

That was also why, at such a young age, he had achieved such proficiency in medicine.

Duanmu Qingshan gazed into Ling Feng's eyes. After a long while, he finally burst into hearty laughter, "You're right; my wine composition is not correct!"

Duanmu Qingshan slowly stood up, "If it had been composed correctly, why then have my cultivation levels decreased instead of increased over the past decade, continuing to dissipate? I, Duanmu Qingshan, considered myself highly skilled in medicine, and now I am being taught a lesson by a junior."

"In fact, Master, maybe I could try to improve this medicinal wine," Ling Feng said quietly.

"What did you say?" Duanmu Qingshan looked at Ling Feng incredulously, "Young man, aren't you being a little too confident? I spent ten years working on it, but could never improve the recipe for the Aura Transformation Ice and Fire Wine. And now you're telling me you have a way?"

Duanmu Qingshan scrutinized Ling Feng from head to toe, "How old are you?"

"Why not give it a try?"

Ling Feng extended his hand and said calmly, "Master, could you lend me your Aura Transformation Ice and Fire Wine for a look?"

Duanmu Qingshan carelessly tossed the wine gourd into Ling Feng's hands, "Take it. I want to see what you can come up with."