Chapter 415 Scheming for a Technique

Chen Fei originally thought that Yin Tianfeng could fully mimic his techniques, but now realized he could only simulate the energy without the enhancement from the Void Heaven Cauldron.

The reason he was suppressed earlier was more due to his shock and surprise than a real gap in strength.

“This technique really is something…”

Chen Fei had to admit he was intrigued.

After all, he could use the Void Heaven Cauldron to mimic and absorb any kind of energy.

But to maintain that state, he had to refrain from acting too recklessly—otherwise, he could only rely on his simplest moves.

However, with Yin Tianfeng’s technique, things would be very different.

As long as he fought someone, he could replicate their cultivation method, then use the Void Heaven Cauldron to alter the energy signature.

That would be… well, perfect for travel, robbery, framing people…

Cough cough! Not that Chen Fei would ever do such things, of course!

He simply planned to reclaim what originally belonged to him in a more “efficient” way!

Calling it robbery and framing was just… unnecessarily harsh!

Yin Tianfeng had always been one of the top geniuses in the Heaven-Slaying Sect, someone who usually targeted other prodigies.

But this time, Chen Fei had set his sights on him.

“Looks like we can’t wait any longer!

Since you’re so eager to return what’s mine, I’ll help you do it!”

Yin Tianfeng sneered, flicking his arm and sending his flying sword toward Chen Fei.

Chen Fei wasn’t intimidated. His No-Edge Greatsword clashed head-on with the flying sword.

Though Yin Tianfeng could mimic Chen Fei’s techniques, Chen Fei was still more familiar and refined in using his own skills—how could he lose?

Their swords tangled mid-air for only a moment before the victor became clear.

Even though the No-Edge Greatsword wasn’t yet a spirit artifact, it wasn’t far off, especially after being nurtured inside the Void Heaven Cauldron. It only lacked one final push.

Yin Tianfeng’s sword, although a top-tier flying sword, was just that—top-tier.

Compared to Chen Fei’s weapon, it fell short.

“Hmph!”

Yin Tianfeng didn’t seem surprised. After all, the Formless Technique wasn’t just about mimicking moves.

Formed through the combined effort of several powerhouses during Heaven-Slaying Sect’s formation, the Formless Technique could be considered nearly perfect.

Imitation was merely one of its many features.

Its true power lay in analyzing an opponent’s entire technique set, energy flow, and patterns to reconstruct a counter-technique in real-time, composed of thousands of interwoven moves.

It was heaven-defying.

Just considering the number of moves it could draw from—it was clear that this technique wasn’t for ordinary people.

Only rare prodigies with exceptional comprehension and memory could hope to master it.

Yin Tianfeng raised his head.

In his mind, he had already begun mapping out how to counter Chen Fei’s technique.

Chen Fei looked up as well—this time with a friendly smile.

It was obvious both men were plotting against each other, and without another word, they resumed their intense duel.

Ji Wugou’s eyes were wide as she watched the battle.

She didn’t have any real fondness for Chen Fei—but her hatred for Yin Tianfeng ran much deeper.

She understood Yin Tianfeng far too well.

In fact, her main reason for using magical artifacts against him was to prevent him from mimicking her family’s secret techniques.

The Ji Clan’s cultivation methods were strictly confidential.

If Yin Tianfeng managed to replicate them, it would be a huge problem for her clan.

Now, Yin Tianfeng’s new combat style was clearly tailored to counter Chen Fei.

If this continued, how long could Chen Fei actually last?

Meanwhile, the Daoist boy took a deep look at Chen Fei, then slowly turned and walked toward the Yang Gate.

“This poor Daoist is coming to ask all of you for some advice now.”

He knew all too well—even if Chen Fei defeated Yin Tianfeng, the others would immediately target him next.

So he had to do whatever he could to lighten the pressure.

“You think we can’t kill you?” Fan Chen narrowed his eyes.

Honestly, none of them wanted to fight right now.

Why? Because the One Thought Hall was close by.

If they could enter at full strength, they might gain even more benefits.

This trip to the Ghost King Hall was unlike any before, especially with the Yin-Yang Gates changing.

The death of Jiuyao had left everyone much more cautious.

But the Daoist boy didn’t give them any room to breathe.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he struck first.

“Fine, fine! Since you’re looking to die, I’ll grant your wish!”

Fan Chen’s expression turned ruthless as he erupted with a torrent of flame.

The sky-blotting fire swept forward, but the Daoist boy used the Seven-Star Step, instantly forcing the flames away.

His body flickered, closing in quickly on Fan Chen.

“Peach Blossom Immortal—Planting the Peach Tree!”

Seeing the Daoist closing in, Peach Blossom Fairy shouted.

Suddenly, a grove of blossoming peach trees emerged, flooding the space with pink mist.

The miasma thickened, blanketing the battlefield.

Ji Wugou frowned as she watched the melee unfold.

Then she abruptly looked up and coldly snorted:

“Tch… such scheming.

But did you ever ask me for permission?”

With that, she flew from the Yang Gate.

A slap on her treasure pouch, and a slew of powerful magical artifacts flew out, intercepting Qin Shuang and Xing Zheng, who were trying to sneak into One Thought Hall.

Xing Zheng had one clear goal: use this opportunity to grow stronger.

That’s why he had remained low-profile throughout.

Qin Shuang, however, hated Chen Fei, and though now wasn’t quite the time to attack him, she had hoped that entering One Thought Hall might give her the power needed to suppress him later.

She had just begun to sneak in when Ji Wugou appeared out of nowhere.

“Get out of my way!” Qin Shuang’s eyes flashed with killing intent.

Her hands moved rapidly, expression fierce—but full of excitement.

Back in the Yin Gate, her demonic creature had been refined by flame, purifying its energy—and boosting her strength tremendously.

Now was the perfect moment to test her progress.

With a savage swipe, she shattered one of Ji Wugou’s artifacts.

But before she could celebrate, the broken artifact suddenly exploded right in front of her!

“Damn it! You bitch—you set me up!”

Qin Shuang screamed in fury.

Then another artifact exploded, engulfing her in a storm of magical energy.

Ji Wugou, who had been smiling a moment ago, now turned deadly cold.

“What did you just call me?

Say it again?”

Ji Wugou was not the forgiving type.

In the Ji Clan, no one dared speak to her like that.

Qin Shuang’s insult had completely enraged her.

Unfortunately, Xing Zheng got caught in the crossfire.

Though quiet by nature, the sheer intensity of the assault finally made him snap.

“She said that! What’s it got to do with me?!”