Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1350 - 1449: Maintaining Integrity

Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Peak Ninth Layer Virtual Meta

Wave after wave of spiritual energy surged into Qin Feng's body, finally propelling his Spiritual Power to a higher cultivation level. Empowered by his formidable, true Martial Spirit, any concerns about the illusionary nature of power vanished.

This relentless advance persisted for over ten minutes before gradually subsiding. As the energy absorption slowed to a halt, Qin Feng's physical form finally stabilized.

Abruptly, Qin Feng's eyes snapped open. He was still seated cross-legged amidst the dense mist. In that instant, his long robe billowed without a breeze, and he radiated a strength amplified manifold compared to mere hours prior. He had awoken from within his own being, only to be expelled!

His once-bulging clothes slowly conformed to Qin Feng’s body. A gust of turbid air escaped him as he rose with a grin.

‘Unbelievable, I’ve actually broken through directly from the Ninth Layer of Virtual Meta to the true Origin Realm this time. It's a complete advancement. Without this mysterious mist energy, achieving this would have taken me at least half a year!’

‘Most crucially,’ he mused, ‘my true Martial Spirit underwent a transformation, and its energy has increased severalfold.’

If, previously, his entire true Martial Spirit possessed less than a third of the foundational power required for the 'Qin Xin Swordsmanship.'

Now, it was a truly complete sword spirit.

Suddenly, Qin Feng ascended into the air, his body hovering strangely. The long sword in his grasp pulsed with a brilliant light. The overwhelming Sword Qi caused Qin Feng’s attire to flutter wildly.

‘Break!’

A sound akin to a raging, thunderous storm erupted from within the thick fog. Subsequently, a violent hurricane materialized, forming a terrifying cutting vacuum that threatened to engulf the entire land.

‘Boom!’

As the sword descended, the earth was cleaved asunder, creating a colossal gorge that stretched towards the heavens. The spectacle was truly awe-inspiring.

‘Roar’

Taking a deep, invigorating breath of the surrounding atmosphere, Qin Feng’s face was alight with pure joy.

‘Indeed,’ he thought, ‘the same swordsmanship, when wielded with the true Martial Spirit, surpasses ordinary techniques by more than threefold. I estimate at least five times the power.’

‘This sword technique will be my ultimate skill,’ Qin Feng declared with an excited smile. Addressing the elder clad in white, he requested, ‘Elder, please send me out. I shall return to this place again in the future.’

‘Excellent!’ The elder in white robes nodded in agreement.

Located in the southwest expanse of the Skyfire Ruins, a considerable distance away, lay a path leading towards Kanhong Mountain, far removed from the Skyfire Ruins itself.

Lan Yueliang proceeded with a calm demeanor.

On this occasion, Qin Feng had not offered her passage through the sky. She traversed on foot, yet after more than a month, she had covered a significant distance, finally arriving at the secluded sanctuary of the Poison Sect.

Her presence within the Skyfire Ruins had been purely incidental. After Qin Feng and the other two were escorted out by the elder in white, she too was expelled. Upon her exit, she had sought to encounter Qin Feng once more. She inquired about his identity but, after days of his absence, resolved to depart.

Her new resolution was to return to the Poison Sect and exact vengeance upon Wu Tian.

Being a mere passerby in the Skyfire Ruins had its advantages; the talisman she had bartered with Qin Feng remained unused. With its aid, she was confident she could eliminate Wu Tian and reclaim her rightful position as the leader of the Poison Sect.

Meanwhile, Sima Mo, Zhai Zunzhe, and Yin Xia patiently awaited.

‘It’s been over a month, and that brat still hasn’t emerged. It seems he suspects something and is deliberately delaying his departure from the Skyfire Ruins,’ Zhai Zun remarked, his expression grim.

‘If he delays, he will inevitably emerge. I have all the time in the world to wait!’ Sima Mo countered coldly.

‘Hmph, even the Five Forces are acting with such desperation. They can certainly afford to wait. The moment he steps out, I will end him!’ Zhai Zun, who was also a monk, declared.

The prolonged vigil, the unending wait, fueled their hearts with an immeasurable killing intent. They resembled three wolves poised for the hunt, their claws and fangs currently retracted, yet their silent preparations continued, anticipating Qin Feng’s eventual appearance!

‘Buzz’

The fabric of space rippled.

Sima Mo, Zhai Zunzhe, and Yin Xia shifted their gazes towards the distance. Despite the expanse of dozens of miles separating them, their eyesight remained exceptionally keen. A young man in white attire materialized atop the Skyfire Ruins, the very individual they had been anticipating for so long.

‘Hmm?’ Qin Feng also detected the probing gazes directed his way. He immediately turned his head, observing three figures kneeling in the clouds afar, their attention fixed upon him.

At this juncture.

Two pairs of eyes locked across the void!

Genius! Genius! Genius!

Sima Mo and his two companions surged through the sky instantaneously, like streaks of meteors, covering miles in mere moments as they descended in pursuit.

‘Such audacity,’ Sima Mo commented, fixing his gaze upon Qin Feng.

"You possess considerable confidence." Zhai Zun's gaze sharpened, his eyes emanating a cold light as he fixed it upon Qin Feng. Yin Xia, meanwhile, remained beside Zhai Zun, observing silently.

Qin Feng surveyed the trio and inquired, "Were you lying in wait for me here?"

Sima Mo offered a smile and responded, "Astute."

They had eagerly awaited Qin Feng's eventual appearance. At this juncture, Qin Feng seemed like prey, a lamb delivered for slaughter. Sima Mo and his companions harbored no sense of urgency.

Qin Feng, in turn, displayed a smile: "Ah, that is good. I was concerned you might depart without me."

Sima Mo narrowed his eyes and queried, "How delightful! Lad, do you comprehend the reason for our vigil?"

Qin Feng stated, "To extinguish me and seize the creative spirit."

Sima Mo retorted, "Knowing our intent to slay you, how can you deem this 'good'?"

Qin Feng explained, "Your presence here signifies that confirmation has not yet been dispatched to the Five Armies. Were the Five Forces to converge upon me, it would indeed present a considerable challenge. As for yourselves..."

He shook his head, a chuckle escaping him.

"How dare you squander time with mere words!" Sima Mo commanded icily.

"If you require anything, proceed!" Zhai Zun suddenly bellowed, his voice slurred with intoxication, as he stormed towards Qin Feng.

"Slaughter!" Yin Xia echoed the assault.

"Does a mere Virtual Meta warrant the concerted effort of three Origin Realm Masters to subdue?" Sima Mo disparaged Qin Feng, yet participated nonetheless. He could not rely solely on Zhai Zun's initiative.

"This marks your own demise!" Qin Feng's hand moved, his cultivation at the ninth floor of Guiyuan.

Sima Mo brandished two substantial Dao blades, his expression hardening: "What exquisite Swordsmanship." He conceded that Qin Feng's Swordsmanship surpassed his own in grace and agility, which was hardly surprising. Swordsmanship, by its nature, was nimble, whereas Sword Skill was characterized by aggression and ferocity—two fundamentally distinct paths.

Nevertheless, his Sword Skill had attained the pinnacle of Guiyuan Level 7. Sima Mo harbored firm confidence in this domain.

"To oblivion." As Qin Feng surged forward, Sima Mo countered with two incandescent Sword strikes.

"Woosh" and "Woosh"

Vivid, crimson streaks slashed across the sky, a bloody spectacle that extended and bifurcated before Qin Feng, the ensuing aura of exertion palpable.

"A battle to invert the current predicament." A swirling vortex of Sword Dao manifested overhead. Two formidable, blood-red sword lights were drawn into the Sword Dao vortex, utterly annihilated within its swirling depths.

Qin Feng's raw power was immense. It was evident that while his cultivation had ascended to Guiyuan Level 9, his mastery of Sword Dao, physical prowess, and spiritual energy had not kept pace. Yet, with his elevated cultivation, the 'Dou Zhuan Jianjing' could still effectively parry his adversary's onslaughts.

"Hoo." Imbued with the potent energy of Sword Dao that seemed to reshape the very heavens, Qin Feng propelled himself sideways, swiftly closing the distance to engage Yin Xia and Sima Mo.

"Exercise caution!" Sima Mo's countenance shifted dramatically.

However, subsequent to unleashing his technique, Qin Feng moved with a celerity that far outstripped Sima Mo's expectations, pressing his charge.

Within their strategic design, Yin Xia was intended to serve a specific function, but confronted with Qin Feng's overwhelming might, he now offered little advantage. Yet, due to the rapid escalation of events, Yin Xia had not retreated, and Qin Feng's speed was demonstrably superior to his.