Peerless Martial God Chapter 2: Continuous Breakthrough

“Xiao Feng.” The call echoed from a sturdy middle-aged man in the courtyard, whose robust frame and aura bore a striking resemblance to Lin Feng.

“Father.” He was the Lin Clan’s leader and Lin Feng’s own dad. Thanks to the soul merge, Lin Feng now shared the original Lin Feng’s memories and emotions, making the word “father” roll off his tongue effortlessly.

“Xiao Feng, you’re....alright!” Lin Hai’s features trembled with emotion. Lin Feng had returned to the clan on the brink of death, lingering in a coma. Lin Hai had given up hope and begun funeral preparations. Yet now, seeing his son revived, overwhelming joy surged through him.

“Yes, Father. I’ve fully healed.” Lin Feng grinned at Lin Hai’s delight, a warm sensation filling his heart. In his past life, after his grandfather’s passing, he’d endured humanity’s chill alone, never tasting such familial warmth.

“Excellent, excellent.” Lin Hai clapped Lin Feng’s shoulder firmly. A sharp gleam flickered in his gaze as it landed on the stone pillar reduced to powder. His scheming brothers had lurked, eager for his downfall to claim the clan head position. They must be seething now that Lin Feng recovered so swiftly.

Suddenly, Lin Hai unleashed waves of icy killing intent, freezing Lin Feng in place.

“Father truly dominates the Soul layer. His mere aura can immobilize those weaker than him.” Lin Feng mused inwardly. On the Martial Dao path, the initial stage was Qi Layer. By drawing heaven and earth essence into the body, quenching and refining it while tempering the spirit, one forms Qi and enters the Soul Layer. There, martial laws can be cultivated, granting supremacy—one step to slay a foe. Lin Hai ranked among the Soul Layer’s top powerhouses.

“Xiao Feng. Who did this?” Lin Hai’s expression darkened. Lin Feng had arrived half-dead, clearly targeted for elimination. Indeed, the foe had sought the original “Lin Feng’s” demise. (TN: “Lin Feng” here refers to the deceased original young master.)

“Father, let me deal with this myself.” Lin Feng withheld mentioning the injury from his third uncle’s son, Lin Heng. In the Lin Family, third uncle and eldest uncle schemed together, lusting after the clan head seat. Their power and sway nearly matched Lin Hai’s. Plus, Lin Heng’s talent shone, as a star pupil of Yun Hai Sect, emboldening his brazen attack on Lin Feng.

This grudge, Lin Feng vowed to settle personally. The martial path brooks no hesitation, lest it form a heart demon blocking cultivation.

Lin Hai gazed at his son in mild shock, noting Lin Feng’s transformed demeanor—eyes steely with resolve, shedding all traces of frailty and defeat.

This ordeal seemed a hidden boon. Lin Hai’s heart swelled with pride as he nodded. “Join me at the family assembly tomorrow. Let’s see them try to oust me.”

Night fell over the Lin Family’s purple bamboo grove.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the earth, a shadowy mass looming behind him. This darkness-blended silhouette was his dark spirit.

During cultivation, Lin Feng found his dark spirit slowed progress to over five times normal. Yet he pressed on, enduring the mounting mental strain. Heaven granted him rebirth; he’d seize it fully. On this continent, strength commanded respect, freedom, and all desires.

A soft milky glow enveloped Lin Feng, gleaming vividly against the night. Such radiance emerged only when heaven and earth essences gathered densely.

Geniuses drew essences swifter during practice, and Lin Feng now embodied that phenomenon.

His breaths came even and serene. Heaven and earth essences streamed into him, fusing with his veins, fortifying bones and flesh.

Ages passed before the glow pulsed, and Lin Feng’s form turned voracious like a void, devouring all milky essence in a flash.

Eyes snapping open, a sharp glint streaked through them. Lin Feng rose with a faint smile. Overnight, he’d advanced a layer—to the sixth Qi Layer now.

Yet satisfaction eluded him. Memories revealed nine Qi Layers as mere entry to martial arts. True masters soared skies, pierced heavens—godlike freedom. In his prior life, such feats defined divinity.

Inspired, Lin Feng unleashed punches, whistling gales erupting. A shockwave blast shattered nearby bamboos.

Qi Layers spanned nine, each adding a thousand jin of might. At sixth layer, he wielded 6000 jin. Pairing it with “Nine Heavy Waves”—mastered to sixth wave—yielded 6500 jin. Still insufficient for Lin Feng. Reaching seventh wave would unleash cascading surges, matching a pure seventh layer’s 7000 jin.

Over 6000 jin ravaged the frail purple bamboos, exploding nonstop. The area churned like a stormy sea, filled solely with fist roars and phantoms.

Then, one bamboo didn’t shatter but sprang back. Spotting it, Lin Feng eased his barrage.

“Nine Heavy Waves mimics ocean swells—each fiercer than the last, utterly overbearing. But even dominance holds softness. Only blending rigid force with yielding grace achieves true supremacy.”

Awakened, Lin Feng’s strikes shifted: now fierce at times, supple at others.

“Hah!”

Lin Feng roared, thrusting a punch.

“Boom, boom, boom....”

Explosions thundered. Six blasts, seven...... eight.

Qi waves pulverized every touched bamboo to dust.

“Eight waves—immense power!” Lin Feng retracted his fist, inhaling deeply at the cleared void ahead. Grasping “Nine Heavy Waves” let him surge two waves ahead. Later stages grew exponentially harder; fifth Qi Layer folk easily hit five waves, but eighth layer warriors often stalled short of eight. Lin Feng had triumphed.

“I now command 7500 jin. Master toughness-with-gentleness fully, and ‘Nine Heavy Waves’ reaches perfection.” Lin Feng’s spirit soared. Advanced technique stages demanded more yet multiplied power. His 7500 jin now rivaled any seventh Qi Layer foe.

Once scorned, unable to best average fifth Qi Layer fighters, this Lin Feng—mere one day in this world—had rocketed to seventh layer prowess.