Soon, Feng Wenjun returned home. "Master, you were simply epic just now! Knowing full well your cultivation wasn't as high as that guy's, you still bravely stood in front of a girl—could it be that you fancy her? Haha!" Xiaoyu fluttered cheerfully in front of Feng Wenjun and teased. Feng Wenjun's face flushed slightly, and he replied with a hint of shyness, "I... I did no such thing. Protecting the weak is my duty."
As soon as those words left his mouth, a glowing bump appeared on Xiaoyu's little head. It quickly pulled a book out from that bump, handed it to Feng Wenjun, and introduced it enthusiastically: "This is a cultivation technique called the Chaos Innate Formula that will help you awaken your bloodline. As long as you master it, you'll be able to continuously break through your own cultivation. The technique has ten levels, and with each level you break through, you awaken a portion of your bloodline's power. Once you cultivate it to the tenth level perfection, your bloodline will undergo a qualitative transformation, you know!" Feng Wenjun excitedly took the book, itching to give it a try.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, spilling across Feng Wenjun's face as he slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging power within his body. After a night of cultivation, his cultivation had achieved a new breakthrough.
After finishing breakfast, Feng Wenjun headed to school as usual. Along the way, he pondered the cultivation methods of the Chaos Innate Formula. This miraculous technique allowed him to go further and further down the path of cultivation.
In the classroom, Feng Wenjun sat at his desk, quietly flipping through the Chaos Innate Formula. He immersed himself in the world of the technique, as if forgetting everything around him. With his deepening understanding of the technique, Feng Wenjun's cultivation speed grew faster and faster.
After school, Feng Wenjun went into a secluded mountain forest. Finding a quiet spot, he sat cross-legged and began guiding the spiritual flow within his body according to the methods of the Chaos Innate Formula. His breathing gradually steadied, and his mind was completely immersed in cultivation.
As time passed, Feng Wenjun's body was gradually enveloped in a faint layer of spiritual light. He could feel the surrounding spiritual qi endlessly pouring into his body, merging with his own spiritual power. In the process, his meridians gradually widened, and the spiritual power in his dantian grew increasingly abundant.
I do not know how much time passed before Feng Wenjun slowly opened his eyes, a flash of surprise crossing them. Following this period of cultivation, his Chaos Innate Formula had broken through to the second level. Feeling the formidable power within his body, he was filled with confidence.
However, just as Feng Wenjun was preparing to leave, he suddenly sensed a strange aura. Vigilantly looking around, he noticed a dark shadow flash through the woods not far away. Feng Wenjun's heart tightened, and he immediately deployed the Draconic Steps, chasing in that direction. As he drew close to the dark shadow, he was surprised to find that it was actually an injured spiritual beast. The spiritual beast was completely snow-white, with fur as soft as silk, and its eyes revealed a trace of sorrow. Feng Wenjun's heart softened, and he decided to help this injured spiritual beast.
He gently approached the spiritual beast, stroking its fur with his hand in an attempt to soothe its emotions. The spiritual beast seemed to sense Feng Wenjun's goodwill; it stopped resisting and lay quietly on the ground. Feng Wenjun took a medicinal pill from his bosom and fed it to the spiritual beast. The pill melted upon contact with its mouth, and the spiritual beast's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The spiritual beast gave Feng Wenjun a grateful look before turning into a streak of white light and disappearing into the air. Feng Wenjun gazed at the direction where the spiritual beast had vanished, deep in thought. He knew that this spiritual beast must have sensed the powerful aura generated by his cultivation of the Chaos Innate Formula and therefore came seeking help.
Feng Wenjun returned home and buried himself back in cultivation. He knew very well that on the path of cultivation, he still had a very long way to go. And this injured spiritual beast also made him understand that cultivating immortality is not merely about pursuing personal strength, but even more so about protecting the beauty of this world.
In the days that followed, Feng Wenjun practiced the Chaos Innate Formula even more diligently. His cultivation continuously improved, and his strength grew ever more formidable. At the same time, he quietly guarded this continent, protecting those living beings in need of help...
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several days passed. Feeling the surging power within his body, Feng Wenjun secretly rejoiced, never expecting that he would reach the Qi Condensation 3rd Layer realm so quickly. Not only that, but his five senses had also become exceptionally acute; he could even use his mind to cover a radius of dozens of miles, clearly perceiving everything around him. Even the sound of crystal-clear dewdrops on grass leaves dripping onto the ground, he could hear distinctly. This wondrous sensation gave him a profound appreciation for the magic of cultivating immortality. Collecting his excited emotions and finishing his breakfast, Feng Wenjun headed off to school.
In another corner of the continent, darkness shrouded everything like a tide. A gloomy aura permeated the sky above this region, and the earth was engulfed by deathly stillness, utterly desolate. At the center of this silence stood a dilapidated castle; viewed from afar, a few wisps of purple qi faintly coiled around it.
"Demon Monarch, I have already sent people to investigate the location of the spiritual qi fluctuations that appeared a few days ago, and there will be results soon," an elder clad in a black cloak and bearing an evil visage said respectfully, bowing with cupped hands toward the giant statue in the center of the grand hall. The statue's eyes suddenly flashed with red light, resembling a primordial beast and exuding a terrifying oppressive might, as its voice echoed throughout the hall: "Very good. It seems my old friends are about to appear as well. Once I refine that artifact spirit, my day of revenge will be one step closer. Hahaha..." That terrifying laughter resonated like thunder through the entire hall, causing the elder to retreat step after step under the pressure, trembling as he spoke: "Demon Monarch is mighty, ruling across the ages!"
After being humiliated, Bai Shaojie had harbored a grudge ever since. He had long ago hatched a plan in his mind: first secretly abduct Qian Yuxi, then ambush multiple experts around the area, and when Feng Wenjun came to rescue her, capture him in one fell swoop. Thinking of this, Bai Shaojie could not help rejoicing inwardly, a lewd smile spreading across his face as he seemed to already see the miserable state Feng Wenjun would be in when tortured by him.
Class time was fast approaching. Feng Wenjun arrived at his seat and looked at the empty seat beside him, a sense of worry inevitably rising in his heart: Why hasn't Qian Yuxi arrived yet? She couldn't still be sleeping in, could she? Just as his mind was wandering wildly, his phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw it was an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, he answered the call: "Is this Feng Wenjun? Qian Yuxi is in my hands now. If you want her to be safe, hurry over to this place. I'll send you the address right away."
Feng Wenjun's heart sank heavily, knowing something must have gone wrong. He looked at the address sent to him—it wasn't far from the school—so he stood up and left the school without hesitation.
This was an abandoned factory; the surrounding machinery was rusted and covered in thick dust, devoid of any vitality. Feng Wenjun cautiously surveyed his surroundings, and after confirming there were no anomalies, he slowly walked into the plant.
"You finally made it! I thought you were too scared to come!" Bai Shaojie suddenly appeared before Feng Wenjun, speaking coldly. Feng Wenjun glared at him angrily and demanded, "Where is Qian Yuxi?"
Bai Shaojie triumphantly waved his hand, and several people immediately brought Qian Yuxi before Feng Wenjun. At this moment, Qian Yuxi appeared to be in a coma, and she was also tied up with ropes—though the ropes were bound in a rather strange position, making her figure stand out even more. "Rest assured, she's fine. She's just under the influence of our clan's 'thousand-illusion powder' poison; she'll wake up in an hour," Bai Shaojie said with an arrogant expression.
Feng Wenjun looked at the dozen or so people before him without the slightest bit of fear. He knew deep down that idle talk was useless; only battle could resolve the problem. His gaze turned resolute, and a powerful aura emanated from his entire body. Spiritual power surged in his legs as he deployed the Draconic Steps, his figure darting like lightning among the dozen men. Wherever he passed, those dozen individuals were sent flying one after another, throwing everything into utter chaos. Seeing this, Bai Shaojie was startled: "You were only at the Qi Condensation 1st Layer the day before yesterday, how did you break through to the 3rd Layer so fast?" His legs involuntarily began to tremble.
Feng Wenjun ignored Bai Shaojie and just as he wanted to flash in front of him, the dozen-odd men swarmed around again. They successively unleashed their ultimate moves—furious dragon in the sky, frantic pecking chicken, monkey stealing peaches... various martial arts came overwhelming toward A-Jun. Feng Wenjun's expression remained unchanged as he moved with agile footwork using the Draconic Steps, easily dodging them. At times his palms turned to fists, striking straight at his opponents' centers; at other times his legs swept downward, attacking his opponents' lower stances. The scene was extraordinarily astonishing, with Feng Wenjun acting like a grandmaster of a generation, beating the dozen men to a pulp.
Before long, the ground was littered with bruised and battered men groaning in agony, completely stripped of their earlier arrogance. Seeing that the situation was turning against him, Bai Shaojie actually attempted a sneak attack on Feng Wenjun from behind. But Feng Wenjun had long been prepared; raising his hand, a protective barrier formed of spiritual qi appeared at his side. Bai Shaojie's fist stopped right outside the barrier, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through. Feng Wenjun gave a slight wave, and Bai Shaojie was shaken back several meters, clutching his chest as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.