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"I'm not sure about the effect of this cultivation session."
As the first ray of dawn kissed the horizon, a new generation federal speedboat at Tianhai City port started its engine, shooting out like an arrow from a bowstring, cutting through the calm sea.
Mu Ye stood at the bow, looking at Feng Zaixing doing stretching exercises on the deck, and said with a slight headache.
"You've already completed your second Awakening under the effect of the immortal-grade item. Your foundation is still far from a third Awakening, and I don't know if the Body Sect's ocean training will be useful."
"We'll see if it's useful or not after trying. There's no loss anyway. If my Body Martial Soul can't improve, I'll improve my Seraphim."
Stretching his arms, waist, and legs against the sea breeze, with the boundless azure in his eyes, Feng Zaixing felt his chest open up. Although it wasn't as intimate as the sky, it was still refreshing.
Mu Ye shook his head and chuckled: "You, oh you. Although the Body Sect's method can theoretically allow all Spirits to undergo a second Awakening, the Seraphim is already at the Peak of the world—"
Mid-sentence, he suddenly remembered that the Le Family's Sacred Baptism could elevate the Spirit's Realm.
The first Sacred Baptism stimulated sacred potential, allowing the Spirit to take shape; the second Baptism evolved the Spirit, transforming it into a twelve-winged form.
According to the Le Family's records, that was the light and shadow of the Archangel. Legend has it that the first Angel God had more than six wings, but the inherited Spirit's limit was six wings.
At this moment, the tall and broad A Ruheng walked out of the deck cabin, stretching, and said energetically: "Back to the ocean again, it's truly nostalgic."
"Junior Brother, the Body Sect's Cultivation method requires risking your life, so be mentally prepared, okay?"
"I'm already prepared."
Feng Zaixing rubbed his hands and turned back with a smile: "During my seclusion, I researched human Meridians and fist-fighting techniques. I'm just about to test them out."
His smile was as bright as the morning sun, possessing a charming charisma that inspired confidence:
"If my research is sound, I will definitely share my insights with Senior Brother and Teacher, so that our Body Sect can flourish even more!"
When God King Tang opened his Eight Extraordinary Meridians, he was at the Spirit Ancestor Realm. With the Eight Spider Lances enhancing his Physical Body, although he was currently a Spirit Elder, the improvements to his Physical Body from his Spirit and Spirit Bones were superior to that. He believed his foundation was already sufficient.
For a Body Spirit Master, opening the Eight Extraordinary Meridians was equivalent to directly elevating the quality of their Spirit, and the resulting divine benefits would undoubtedly be greater than for ordinary Spirit Masters.
Mu Ye clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "As your teacher, I no longer harbor extravagant hopes in this life. It would be excellent if you Senior Brother and Junior Brother could support each other."
Feng Zaixing smiled without saying more, pondering what kind of small dark room for seclusion he should prepare for this lazy teacher. Mingde Hall would be a good choice.
Waves surged continuously, like mountains, layer upon layer. The speedboat rode the wind and waves, venturing deep into uninhabited waters. The outline of Tianhai City gradually shrank to the size of building blocks, disappearing from sight.
Mu Ye's Divine Rank mecha hovered in the air, hunting for seafood on the spot. The three, master and disciples, ate their fill and practiced combat techniques.
When the night sky was clear, the death training began.
With a 'plop,' Feng Zaixing jumped into the sea, activating his spirit power like a small sun, and plunged downwards.
In Mu Ye's words, Feng Zaixing possessed a strong sense of self-abuse. A Ruheng rubbed his bald head, looked at Feng Zaixing, and said to Mu Ye beside him: "I persevered for forty-two days to complete my Awakening back then. You, old man, took twenty-eight days. How long will Junior Brother take?"
"Definitely no shorter than you," Mu Ye replied, knitting his brows with a slight headache.
"I can't quite gauge his situation. If there's no progress, it might even take forty-nine days. It's going to be a long haul."
"For the first few days, we can use simple water pressure. At most, by the seventh day, we'll need Spirit Beasts to apply pressure on him. You wait on the boat, and I'll go give him a push."
With that, Mu Ye soared into the air, using his Titled Douluo Cultivation to exert force from a distance, manipulating a portion of the water pressure and pressing it down heavily.
Like a millstone grinding rice, it enveloped Feng Zaixing's Physical Body, rotating and refining him.
In the depths of the ocean, Feng Zaixing's battle Spirit protected him. Three ten-thousand-year spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously, raising his Physical Body to its strongest state.
At the same time, he withstood the immense water pressure, his aura rapidly condensing in this environment, as if all his power was gathered within him. His right fist slowly swung out, manifesting a dark, inky halo.
"Right here, let's test the Titan God Fist."
Feng Zaixing's gaze was focused. With the Tyrant's Dao Battle Spirit empowering him, his fist technique infused with the grand and righteous aura of a king and the domineering Spirit of sweeping away a thousand armies, striking upwards. The explosive force of his punch seemed to defy the heavens in that instant.
His Holy Sword wasn't a heavy sword style, making it difficult to practice here. However, practicing the Titan God Fist, a fist technique so vast, profound, and explosively powerful, was perfectly suitable.
After repeatedly hunting Evil Soul Masters, he specifically went to the heavenly saint splitting abyss halberd to acquire this fist technique created by Er Ming, intending to integrate it into his combat system.
On the surface of the sea, Mu Ye watched Feng Zaixing unleash a series of extremely rigid and fierce fist techniques, a faint sweat appearing on his forehead.
"Practicing moves in this kind of environment, truly worthy of being the Body Sect's eternalGenius," he muttered to himself.
"That's right, and don't forget whose descendant he is."
A proud, old voice echoed in his ears. Mu Ye's mouth twitched, and without moving his head, he said: "Yes, yes, yes, he is also your descendant. Remember to keep it a secret."
Le Zhengyang raised his neck, his tone tinged with pride: "(√ One ~) If I wasn't worried that your meager abilities couldn't protect him, this old man wouldn't even bother to look."
"You've seen the Sacred Baptism of our Family. What's the big deal?"
Mu Ye immediately became infuriated, silently increasing the pressure on Feng Zaixing.
If only he were a Limit Douluo, he would definitely spar with this old geezer!
In Shrek City, Qiangu Dongfeng at the top of the Spirit Pagoda was listening to his subordinates report on their work.
"Reporting to the Pagoda Master, our media group, in which we hold a controlling interest, has already produced a program using Cai Yue'er to expose the true face of Shrek Academy, promoting the glorious deeds of our Pagoda and the Federation. Although it received a lot of criticism upon its release, its viewership has soared to the top of all major programs."
A council member reported his work achievements with great excitement, saying: "Currently, it still has a momentum of continuous growth, and I believe that with the passage of time, it will be able to set new records."
Qiangu Dongfeng clasped his hands on the table, his face filled with joy, and clapped his hands in encouragement:
"Good, keep it up! This program of ours is a groundbreaking first. While Shrek's reputation continues to plummet, let's kick them while they're down!"
"We must not let the general public continue to be deceived by Shrek. Add in the stories of those Hidden Family attacking Gu Yue, and Vice Pagoda Master Leng sweeping them away!"
At this moment, Qiangu Dongfeng knew that the most pressing task was to gather all forces to deal with his old rival. He knew that the Federation intended to use him as a blade, but this was exactly what he wanted!
He had waited too long for this opportunity. What if he was a blade? As long as he could kill Shrek, that was enough!
Just then, his soul tool communicator in his arms made a sound. Qiangu Dongfeng lowered his gaze to look at it, and subtly patted his subordinate's shoulder:
"I have other matters to attend to, you may leave first."
"Yes." The council member bowed respectfully and carefully withdrew.
After ensuring the room was empty, Qiangu Dongfeng entered a secret chamber and then released his Spirit Domain Realm mental force to isolate the inside from the outside.
After setting up these two layers of protection, he narrowed his eyes and answered the call.
"Ghost Emperor, what do you seek me for?"
"Caw caw caw, I heard that the Angel Family recently produced a Genius who loves to oppose us. I'm just here to ask you, Pagoda Master Qiangu, if you've found out the details about that person?"
A hoarse, grating voice came from the other end of the soul tool communicator. Qiangu Dongfeng immediately furrowed his brows and slowly said:
"Alright, I'll tell you. He is an orphan of the Blood God Legion, the Young Sect Master of the Body Sect, a descendant of the Angel Family, the son-in-law of the Yu Family, the heir valued by Chen Xinjie and Yu Guanzhi, the future Hall Master of the War God Hall—"
"Enough, enough. So young yet so many titles, this Emperor is getting dizzy just listening."
The Ghost Emperor's voice became impatient, as if he were cursing: "His name is Feng Zaixing, isn't it? One day, cooperate with us and eliminate him! Seraphim, humph, this little fellow's murderous intent is much stronger than Yun Ming's. Many people in our cult aren't as bloodthirsty as him!"
"What a damn Spirit, disappearing for twenty thousand years and then reappearing, truly a lingering ghost!"
Qiangu Dongfeng said: "With that old geezer Le Zhengyang following him, how can we kill him? Are you going to die, or is the Underworld Emperor going to die? Do we still want to proceed with the plan to bomb Shrek City?"
"That old geezer will eventually kick the bucket!"
The Ghost Emperor cursed bitterly: "From now on, you and I must keep a close eye. Otherwise, if Shrek is gone, the War God Hall will flourish again, and I'm sure you don't want another overlord above the Spirit Pagoda!"
"I don't need you to remind me—"
Qiangu Dongfeng closed his eyes, took a long breath, his face pale and cold.
"I will find the most suitable time to inform you. Ideally, we can frame the Shrek and Tang Sect!"