Chapter 158

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Chapter 158: Breaking Through the Mid Nascent Soul Stage

In an instant, a surge of pure energy dispersed in all directions, and just a single breath of it made one feel as though ascending to immortality.

Delighted, Lin Feng immediately employed the Nine Heavens Immortal Evolution Method to absorb all of this pure energy into his body. This energy was different from the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth. Having been purified by the Spirit-Conveying Flower, it was extremely refined—almost like the primordial essence of all things.

At that moment, if someone could look inside Lin Feng’s dantian, they would see the Nascent Soul there opening its tiny mouth like a whale, swallowing the pure energy. As the energy was absorbed, a faint white glow began to radiate from the Nascent Soul’s surface. Its form and features both became more defined, gradually turning into something like an actual infant.

“Buzz~” The yin and yang energies Lin Feng had absorbed earlier were activated then, forming a Taiji diagram beneath the Nascent Soul that revolved slowly, its appearance extraordinarily mystical.

Like this, about eight hours went by. Only then did Lin Feng slowly open his eyes, a glimmer flashing in their depths.

“Just as I expected, I’ve formed my Nascent Soul and reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm!” He could hardly contain his happiness. It felt incredible. After such a short time away from the mountain, he had gone from the peak of Golden Core Realm to early-stage Nascent Soul, then crossed into mid-stage Nascent Soul. Remaining on the mountain in arduous cultivation would have taken four or five years for the same progress.

“But advancing so fast isn’t all good. My foundation is clearly unstable. I need to consolidate it, or it’ll be a big problem when I face the 3×9 Heavenly Tribulation.” With this thought, Lin Feng turned his gaze to the Spirit-Conveying Flower on the table. After discharging the energy from its stamen, the flower had lost all color, becoming dull and lifeless.

“To craft a Spirit-Conveying Pill, having only the main ingredient isn’t enough. I’ll need to gather some supplementary ingredients too.” Thinking aloud, he put the withered Spirit-Conveying Flower into his Qiankun Bag.

Just then, someone knocked at the door. Lin Feng opened it to find Yin Ziyue standing outside. Her face remained hidden beneath a veil, but she had changed into a pink, low-cut nightgown. Her skin was as smooth as milk, extremely enticing. Evidently, she had just taken a bath, as she exuded a faint fragrance—not the scent of bath gel, but a delicate, sweet note of virginity.

“I can’t believe you. I come to this hotel to stay, and you still managed to follow me?” Lin Feng suddenly felt a headache.

Yin Ziyue smiled slightly and said, “Young Master Lin, may we talk for a moment? I really do have something to say.”

Lin Feng heard this and gave a cold laugh. “It’s already ten at night, and you’re dressed so provocatively, just to come talk? Are you really that desperate?”

“You…” Yin Ziyue was at a loss. She had never imagined someone as gifted as Lin Feng would speak so crudely. At the same time, she felt a hint of something different stirring inside her. From childhood onward, wherever she went, she had always been the favorite of the heavens, a goddess to all men. Typically, they either fawned over her or leered shamelessly. Never before had she met someone as uncouth as Lin Feng.

“Young Master Lin, I don’t believe I’ve done anything to offend you. Why treat me like this?” Yin Ziyue bit her seductive red lip. The more indifferent Lin Feng was toward her, the more she wanted to conquer him. Why did every other man revere her while Lin Feng didn’t so much as feign interest?

“Don’t overthink it. I just plain find you annoying.” After speaking, Lin Feng tried to shut the door, but Yin Ziyue blocked it.

“You don’t even know what I look like. Why do you find me so annoying?” With that, she slowly lifted the veil from her face, revealing a breathtaking countenance.

There was no denying how beautiful she was. Coupled with her innate martial prowess, she truly seemed like an otherworldly maiden descended upon the mortal realm. Ninety-nine point nine percent of men would be unable to resist, but Lin Feng was an exception.

“Well? Do you still find me annoying now?” A faint smile tugged at Yin Ziyue’s lips, brimming with confidence that no man could dismiss her beauty.

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then asked, “So you think you’re pretty?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Yin Ziyue raised her chin like a proud swan.

“Idiot! Get lost.” Lin Feng shoved her aside and slammed the door shut. Yin Ziyue stood there in shock, unable to process what had happened. How could this be? Even after unveiling her true face, Lin Feng still responded this way? He couldn’t possibly like men, could he? He actually called her an idiot?

“Damn Lin Feng!” she spat, stamping her foot in anger, quietly hurling a few curses before turning away in frustration.

…

Late at night, in the Lin Family estate, Lin Shuhan had come out of his coma, his eyes brimming with menace. In the battle earlier that day, he was taken by surprise and defeated by Lin Feng who stole the Spirit-Conveying Flower, humiliating him beyond measure. He vowed revenge.

“You really think I’m just a postnatal-stage martial artist? If I didn’t care about revealing my identity, I could crush you with one hand!” Lin Shuhan thought darkly. Though the flower had been snatched away, he was in no hurry. By his estimates, the Spirit-Conveying Flower needed another two or three months to fully bloom, which was ample time to track Lin Feng down and take it back.

At that moment, Lin Feihai entered with a look of guilt. “Shuhan, Grandpa let you down. I couldn’t protect the flower.”

“It’s fine. I simply wasn’t as strong as him. There’s nothing else to say,” Lin Shuhan said calmly. To him, the Lin Family was nothing more than a stepping stone to power. He felt no real affection for Lin Feihai, and after the day’s events, he realized more than ever how weak the Lin Family truly was. Remaining there would hamper his growth.

“I’m relieved you understand. That Lin Feng did not come from an ordinary background, and our Lin Family can’t afford to provoke him,” Lin Feihai said, patting Lin Shuhan’s shoulder. “Tomorrow, just stay home and rest. You needn’t go.”

“Alright.” Lin Shuhan nodded, but a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes. As a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, his injuries were nearly healed. The next day, he could dress in black and go on his own. Even if his abilities were exposed then, it wouldn’t matter.

Lin Feng… Lin Feng… I hope to see you tomorrow on Mount Putuo. By then, you’ll learn the consequences of crossing me, the Ghostly Underworld Patriarch! Lin Shuhan harbored icy thoughts as the night wore on.