Yunhai Zong was a thousand miles away from Yangzhou City, and even if Qianli Xue could travel a thousand miles a day, Lin Feng still took ten days to arrive.

  However, Lin Feng didn't waste these ten days either. He rode his horse across the vast territory, and in the process, he unknowingly broke through his mental state. His martial arts also smoothly entered the seventh realm of the Qi Wu Jing. When the conditions are ripe, success will follow naturally. Moreover, his Nine Waves technique was cultivated to its final level - One Wave, Nine Rebounds!

  Nowadays, Lin Feng possesses nearly eight thousand five hundred kilograms of powerful strength, extremely formidable.

  Yunhai Sect is located on the main peak of Yunhai Mountain Range, Yunhai Peak. Although Yunhai Peak is not the highest peak in the mountain range, it covers a vast area. From above, looking down at the ground, one can see that Yunhai Peak seems like a city in the mountains, surrounded by eight towering peaks that pierce the sky. The feng shui here is excellent. In the Jiuxiao Continent, feng shui refers to the flow of air and gas.

  "Halt, dismount and proceed on foot." At the foot of the mountain, two guardian disciples blocked Lin Feng's path, coldly shouting.

  Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and pointed at the figure riding a horse into the mountains ahead: "Why didn't I see you stop him?"

  "Hmph." One of them sneered: "What makes you think you can compare to others' sons, a useless trash who almost got beaten to death?"

  It was still due to the power of identity, Lin Feng smiled and said that the guardian disciples of Yunhai Sect were just a decoration, and they were all outer door disciples. If there were guests coming, they would go to inform the sect, where did they have the power to block people? They were just doing chores, let alone blocking the sect's sons who rode horses.

  "The weak are meant to be bullied." Lin Feng sneered, not only did he not dismount, but instead he cracked the reins and Thousand Mile Snow galloped forward.

  "Trash, you dare!" The two of them simultaneously shouted in anger, wanting to stop him, but saw Lin Feng's fists flying out together, and instantly a powerful force came crashing down, directly sending them flying out.

  "If there's a next time, you're done for." Lin Feng rode his horse swiftly away. Only those with real ability have the right to speak. The two disciples of Mountain Guardian struggled to their feet, gazing at Lin Feng's departing figure in shock, then revealed bitter smiles. Even a useless person was stronger than them. No wonder they were just Mountain Guardian disciples.

  In Yunhai Sect, most 15- or 16-year-old youths are at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Wu Realm. This is considered average talent. Those who reach the eighth level of Qi Wu Realm are considered excellent, while those who reach the ninth level can be called geniuses and receive special attention from the sect. As for cultivators who can enter the Ling Wu Realm at 15 or 16 years old, they would be considered top-notch geniuses in the entire Snow Moon Country.

  Unlike those geniuses, if at the age of fifteen he was still stuck in the fifth layer of Qi Refining Realm, it could only be said that his innate talent was low, and he was considered to have the worst natural ability among the Cloud Sea Sect. That's why Lin Feng got a name as a waste, and people ridiculed him.

  The news of Lin Feng's return quickly spread among the outer disciples of Yunhai Sect. This 'waste' was still somewhat famous in Yunhai Sect, and as he walked through the sect, Lin Feng saw various expressions from the crowd around him, but he ignored them and headed straight for the Starry Sky Pavilion of Yunhai Sect.

  Xingchen Pavilion is where Yunhai Sect stores its skills and martial arts, every day many disciples of the sect come to Xingchen Pavilion, today is no exception.

  "Lin Feng." A voice came over, Lin Feng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and immediately saw a youth with a cold expression.

  "Your life is really big, you didn't die from all this." The young man was Lin Heng, the same one who had tried to take Lin Feng's life last time, and he was Lin Haoran's eldest son.

  Lin Feng glanced at Lin Heng, sneering in his heart. The 8th rank of the Qi Wu realm was nothing special. With his current 7th rank Qi Wu cultivation plus the 9th rank wave, he was not inferior to Lin Heng at all. As long as he practiced one or two more martial skills, he had confidence that he could defeat Lin Heng.

  So Lin Feng ignored Lin Heng and directly entered the Starry Sky Pavilion, first increasing his own strength before seeking revenge.

  "Next time, I will make sure you die and can't come back to life." Lin Heng saw that Lin Feng was ignoring him, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

  An old man sat casually in front of the gate of Xingchen Hall, his eyes lazy.

  "Senior." Lin Feng slightly bowed to the old man, although he was just a gatekeeper, very unassuming, but Xingchen Pavilion was such an important place, only he was guarding it, showing that he was not as simple as he looked, just like the monk who swept the floor in the Shaolin Temple's scripture pavilion in a certain TV series in his previous life, unfathomable, how could Lin Feng, who had been through two lifetimes, not understand.

  The old man's lazy gaze condensed slightly, and he looked at Lin Feng with a hint of surprise. He then nodded towards Lin Feng: "Seven-layered Qi Wu realm, you can only choose one or two sets of Gong Fa Wu Ji in the first floor of Xing Chen Tower."

  "I understand." Lin Feng responded, the Starry Sky Pavilion was divided into three floors. Since disciples who had reached the Qi Refining stage did not have an inner sect token, they could only choose from the first floor's techniques and martial skills.

  The techniques and martial arts on the first floor of Xingchen Pavilion are all yellow-level, but there are a large number of them. Here, you can find the most suitable techniques and martial arts for your own cultivation. This is the foundation of our sect, something that Lin Family cannot compare to.

  Gong Fa Lin Feng temporarily didn't need it, so he mainly looked for it on the bookshelf where martial skills were placed.

  "Seven Kill Fist, one fist seven kills, suitable for practitioners with a martial soul."

  "Hurricane Slash, borrowing the power of the wind, transforms into a gust blade attack, suitable for those with Wind Martial Soul to cultivate."

  "Fierce Bull Decision, a top-grade Yellow Rank martial art, suitable for practitioners with Beast-type Martial Souls."

  Lin Feng looked at the martial skill in his hand, then put it down again. His Martial Soul was a Dark Martial Soul, which could enhance all qualities of a Martial Artist, including leadership ability, so for him there were no restrictions, and he could cultivate any martial skill. This was the abnormality of the Dark Martial Soul, so he hoped to find powerful martial skills.

  "Clear Wind Sword Decision, sword like clear wind, light and agile, entering every gap, suitable for the owner of the sword martial soul to cultivate."

  Lin Feng's gaze paused for a moment, he yearned for the thrill of wielding a sword and traveling the world to right wrongs, so he had an inexplicable attachment to swords, but this set of Qingfeng Sword Technique seemed not to be what he wanted.

  "Draw Sword Technique, drawing sword like thunderbolt, one strike must kill, suitable for sword-type martial soul owners to cultivate."

  "Drawing Sword Technique." Lin Feng's footsteps stopped, this drawing sword technique seemed different from other sword techniques. The swordsman least wanted was the moment of drawing the sword, because it delayed time and affected the sword's exit. However, the drawing sword technique emphasized that drawing the sword must kill, the sword must see blood in the instant it exits, with the strongest power in that instant. If one strike didn't hit, it represented failure.

  Moreover, Iaijutsu does not have multiple levels like other martial arts, it only has one level, one movement, draw the sword and kill, those who achieve perfection, the sword is drawn and blood is drunk.

  "That's it." Lin Feng put away his sword technique and prepared to choose a light body method. After all, he might not be able to guarantee that every strike would be fatal. If he failed, having good martial arts skills could allow him to escape instantly, gaining buffer time. Moreover, Lingbo Weibu, Feiyan Zoubi - weren't these the dreams of every Earthling?

  Lin Feng then chose a set of body techniques called Floating Light Flash, which when practiced to the strongest realm could make his body as elusive as floating light, only seeing shadows but not people.

  Lin Feng, who had a pretty good harvest, took the two martial skills to register with the old man of the Guardian Pavilion.

  "Drawing Sword Technique." The old man called out in a low voice, saying: "Young fellow, the Drawing Sword Technique is a martial skill that has never been chosen by anyone before. You should know that when others have already drawn their swords, you are still drawing yours. Your speed will be very hard to surpass your opponent's. And if your speed isn't fast enough, the outcome is already decided. It can be said that this martial skill is extremely powerful when practiced to a high level, but it requires too much. You must achieve an extreme level of speed, faster than any opponent, in order to kill with one strike."

  "I understand." Lin Feng knew that the other party was kindly reminding him that if he didn't draw his sword quickly enough, not only would he be unable to achieve the "sword drinking blood" technique, but it would also have a counterproductive effect and put himself in danger.

  "It's fine as long as you're clear about it, and if you're not sure, it's better not to use it randomly. This floating light shadow is a good body technique martial skill." The old man didn't say much more, helping Lin Feng register properly. After all, the martial skills and techniques chosen in the Starlight Pavilion must be returned within a month, and cannot affect other sect disciples who want to cultivate them.

  "Thank you for your guidance, senior." Lin Feng took over the martial skills and respectfully thanked the old man.

  "Uh-huh." The old man smiled and nodded: "This soft sword can be used as a belt in peacetime, it's useless to me, you take it and play with it."

  "No need to thank me, old man can't take it, go cultivate." The old man saw Lin Feng was about to thank him again, smiled and waved his hand.

  Lin Feng rubbed his head, putting the gratitude in his heart, and drew his sword. If he could pair it with a soft sword that could be hung at his waist, the unexpectedness would increase his chances of killing with one blow.

  Smiling at the old man and nodding in agreement, Lin Feng then left.

  "It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting young person." The old man muttered to himself, and then immediately returned to his usual lazy demeanor. Nowadays, young people only focus on cultivating and improving their strength, becoming more and more frivolous, and have long forgotten the most basic etiquette.