One sword cheat

Chapter 69 Martial Will

"Splash~"

On the sea of ​​suffering, waves rise and swirl, growing ever more turbulent.

Above Chen Ren's head, a blood-red sun slowly rose. If one looked closely, it seemed that there were pupils in the blood-red sun.

Somewhat dazzling, Feng Jinghu squinted slightly. It was an eyeball, and the pupil was still swaying restlessly, causing the originally calm sea of ​​bitterness to begin to surge with huge waves.

The azure sea was rendered as if it were a purple sea.

Chen Ren was a little nervous. He didn't know why this unexpected turn of events had happened, and he looked at Fengjing Lake with some concern.

Won't I damage their martial arts will?

"good!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Jinghu clapped his hands suddenly: "What a fine martial will!"

His gaze held a hint of nostalgia, as if he had spotted a familiar face. He pressed down with one hand, and all the waves on the sea of ​​suffering calmed down at that moment.

"Kid, if you weren't Zhang Yunqing's disciple, I would have taken you in as a student."

He exclaimed in admiration, "Many people are exceptionally talented, but they are unable to take the first step beyond the Innate Realm, consuming countless resources yet still stuck at the Martial Will stage."

"But you're different. You've already shown the rudiments of martial will while still in the Qi and Blood Realm. As long as you grow step by step, you'll definitely have the potential to reach the Innate Realm in the future!"

He highly praised Chen Ren's talent, and his impression of the young man instantly improved several notches.

Feng Jinghu had no doubt about his character. He knew how Shangqing Palace accepted disciples, and he wished he could be recruited into the church.

The Bitter Sea Technique cannot be mastered in a short time. Chen Ren needs to continuously comprehend the martial will of the Bitter Sea until he condenses the Bitter Sea Seed in his dantian.

The Qi and Blood Realm cultivates Qi and Blood, while the Acquired Realm transforms Qi and Blood into internal energy.

So when evening came, Chen Ren politely took his leave.

"Thank you, teacher. I'll come again tomorrow."

He was very grateful to Fengjing Lake because, according to Chen Ren's comments on other people learning the Bitter Sea Technique, their masters had forcibly guided them with their internal energy, teaching them again and again according to the established path.

While that may also condense the seeds of suffering, it is not something one cultivates oneself, and the foundation may not be solid.

"Come early tomorrow. I'll be here for a while, and if I'm going to leave, it won't be until after the end of the year."

Feng Jinghu patted him on the shoulder with great admiration: "By the way, has your master arrived?"

"I don't know where my master is."

Chen Ren shook his head. He had no idea where Zhang Yunqing had gone, and he didn't know if he had any chance of breaking through to the next level. She hadn't replied to any of the messages he sent her every day.

"That's just her personality," Feng Jinghu remarked, as if they knew each other, and then let Chen Ren go back first.

He could tell that the young man was in a hurry.

Chen Ren certainly had urgent business. The Ancient God Cult should have recovered somewhat, and he was eager to go and farm some more Sword Drawing Points today.

The sword-drawing value for Qi Refining Realm cultivators—such a good opportunity is rare.

I never give others a chance to make enemies, and who knows when the next opportunity will come.

Chen Ren left quickly, and Fengjinghu watched his figure disappear from sight.

"He's a promising talent, and he's cultivating my Bitter Sea Technique. His martial arts will is remarkably similar to Yunqing's Dao..."

Feng Jinghu muttered to himself, glanced at the Qingcheng Martial Arts School behind him, put his hands behind his back, and seemed to be dragged forward by the waves beneath his feet.

"We can't let our own family members kill us this year-end."

After it got completely dark, he lit an oil lamp from somewhere, went to the riverbank in the royal city, and boarded a boat.

The flickering light of the oil lamp swayed on the small boat. The next second, the boat actually floated onto the road, using the road as water, carrying him forward faster and faster, until in the blink of an eye, it left Xiaoqing Kingdom and went deep into the ancient realm.

Some savage tribesmen looked up at the small boat in the sky and screamed as they organized their people to flee back to their caves.

Fengjinghu ignored them and sailed away for an unknown distance, arriving at a mountain range.

Here, one lamp after another lit up, and some cultivators, whether martial arts practitioners or immortal cultivators, were quietly cultivating.

They quickly spotted the small boat in the sky, and somehow found that the surrounding mountains had disappeared, and they found themselves on a vast ocean.

"The bishop has arrived!"

Someone shouted, and everyone immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly curtsied.

"Welcome, Your Excellency Bishop!"

Get up.

As the words "Fengjing Lake" were spoken, waves surged up, pushing everyone up.

The ancient god followers looked on in fear; this was the power of innate martial arts, as unfathomable as the vast ocean.

"Are Deacons Yi Choumo and Zhang Xingyang here?"

He looked at the crowd, having never actually remembered what they looked like before.

"We're here."

Suddenly, two people stepped out from the front; they were two Qi Refining Level 9 cultivators.

Compared to martial arts, there are more people with high-end combat power in the immortal path.

Feng Jinghu nodded: "I'm here today to tell you two things. First, Zhang Yunqing has taken on a disciple named Chen Ren. Once the plan begins, you must not kill him."

Zhang Yunqing, which Zhang Yunqing?

Zhang Xingyang turned his head and exchanged a glance with Yi Choumo. This matter still needed to be investigated later. After all, the person who even the bishop had to remind him was probably not a good person.

"Is that Zhang Yunqing, the chief physician of Shangqing Palace?"

Just then, a deputy deacon whispered, "But didn't she kill a lot of us last time?"

"That was because we killed her fellow disciples first."

Fengjing Lake, though lifeless, still exudes a refined and scholarly air, even patiently explaining itself to the skeptical Lianqi ants.

"Everything has a cause and effect, but this Chen Ren has cultivated my Bitter Sea Technique, so he can be considered my half-disciple. I ask you all to spare his life for my sake."

"I see."

The two deacons suddenly realized what was happening and quickly swore that they would not harm a single hair on the head of this young master named Chen Ren.

"Okay, let's talk about the second thing. Our plan must be kept secret for now. I heard that someone has already been arrested. I will personally handle this matter. You all need to be more careful in the future."

"We definitely will!"

Zhang Xingyang and Yi Choumo reiterated that they would absolutely not disappoint His Excellency the Bishop.

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Fengjinghu nodded, and the small boat beneath his feet began to move again, disappearing into the horizon in the eyes of the members of the Ancient God Church in an instant.

"Damn, it's good to be rich."

After the powerful figure was out of sight, a missionary from the Ancient God Cult spoke with a sour tone:

"If I had the money to learn the Bitter Sea Technique, wouldn't I be considered half a disciple of the Sect Master?"

"Stop dreaming. There are plenty of wealthy people who cultivate the Bitter Sea Technique, but which one of them do you think deserves a special reminder from a bishop?"

Yi Choumo shook his head and said, "I think this Chen Ren might really be the bishop's son, but he just can't say it outright because of his status."

After he explained it, everyone suddenly understood...

Chen Ren walked out of prison, and this time he only managed to get a little over 500 sword-drawing points before it stopped.

The man was numb with pain, but he still managed to get some information out of him.