When a spirit bomb is triggered, it will generate a terrifying shockwave.
Therefore, martial artists cannot absorb the spiritual energy inside.
Besides the risk of being blown up, the more important thing is that martial artists cultivate internal energy, which is generated by stimulating their own meridians.
It is of much lower quality than spiritual energy; the two are not even on the same level.
Just like mercury and water, both are liquids, but mercury has a much higher density than water.
But Ye Feng is different, because he is a cultivator and possesses abundant spiritual energy.
He activated the Ninefold Mysterious Heaven Divine Art within his body and began to absorb the spiritual energy within the spirit stone.
Soon, a faint aura of spiritual energy enveloped his body.
He looked solemn and dignified, like a Buddha in deep meditation, whom even ghosts and spirits dared not disturb.
The Ninefold Divine Skill of the Mysterious Heaven was a technique taught to him by his master.
As the name suggests, this divine skill is divided into nine levels, with each level representing a different realm.
This set of techniques is mysterious and unpredictable, and extremely obscure and difficult to understand.
He cultivated on the mountain for ten years, but only managed to reach the sixth level. He was stuck at this level for three years and failed to advance to the seventh level.
But this is already a miracle; many cultivators spend their entire lives without being able to comprehend the first level.
Besides Ye Feng's exceptional talent, it was also because he possessed a rare and unique physique—the God-Slaying Spirit Body.
Within his Qi Sea, he cultivated 999 golden pills, which is probably related to this special physique.
After a night of cultivation, he absorbed all the spiritual energy within the spirit explosion bomb, making the spiritual energy even more abundant.
However, there was still no sign of him entering the Nascent Soul stage; instead, the phantom of the thousandth golden core began to slowly form.
Does it mean that one must condense a thousand golden cores to reach the Nascent Soul stage?
This is highly likely.
Ordinary cultivators can only condense one golden core; they wouldn't even dare to dream of condensing a thousand.
The levels of cultivation are divided into Innate, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Yin Spirit, Yang Spirit, Dao Integration, and Tribulation Transcending.
late at night.
The residence of Chen Haohan, the governor of Jiangnan Prefecture.
The spacious and bright living room is decorated in a style reminiscent of the Ming and Qing dynasties, with a row of elegant antique display shelves against the wall.
The antiques displayed there are all worth tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars if you just pick one out.
On one wall facing the living room, there is a painting of bamboo by Zheng Banqiao.
It has a profound artistic conception and exudes a vibrant vitality.
At this moment, Governor Chen Haohan was sitting behind the screen in a grand chair made of rosewood, his face gloomy and his triangular eyes burning with anger.
Lin Yuantu, the head of the Lin family in Jinling, sat to his left, his face haggard, his eyes filled with grief and anger.
"Your Excellency Governor, Ye Feng, that beast, is bloodthirsty and cruelly murdered my wife Qin Fanghua and her entire family. This is an irreconcilable hatred. I beg you, Lord Chen, to do justice for me!"
Ma Zhiyuan, the director of the Jiangnan Prefecture Martial Arts Management Division, was a strong and powerful middle-aged man with bulging muscles and a cold glint in his eyes, demonstrating his formidable offensive power.
He is a fifth-grade Xuan Realm expert, a top-tier expert in the entire Jiangnan Prefecture.
"Sir, Ye Feng has been killing my subordinates one after another, including Deputy Director Yang Kejiang."
"He is openly defying the laws of the Great Xia Kingdom. I urge Your Excellency to order the mobilization of troops to execute this man."
Hong Bin, the head of the Haidong war zone, said angrily.
“Your Excellency, my five-star captain Qin Huoming and others have all been killed by that brat, including a lieutenant general. He is openly provoking the war zone.”
"I've already reported this to the higher-ups, and they'll be sending people over soon. When that happens, I'll make sure that brat gets what's coming to him."
Everyone chimed in with their own comments.
"My lord, Haidong is in a state of panic because of that brat. In just a few days, he has wiped out more than a dozen local powerful families, including the Qin family, the Wang family, and the Peng family. He even dared to kill the county magistrate, Hu Sanguang. What else wouldn't he dare to do?"
"Such scoundrels must be torn to pieces."
"He's so hateful, I wish I could kill him with my own hands."
Governor Chen Haohan raised his hand with a gloomy expression, and only after the surroundings quieted down did he begin to give the order.
"Immediately dispatch experts from all corners of Jiangnan Prefecture and coordinate efforts from all departments to rush to Haidong and capture Ye Feng."
"If he dares to resist, he must be killed without exception."
After thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.
"I will send Old Sun over."
Old Sun, nicknamed Eagle Claw Sun, has mastered Eagle Claw Kung Fu to perfection. He is a sixth-grade Xuan Realm expert and has been following Chen Haohan around for many years, protecting his safety.
Looking at the entire Jiangnan Prefecture, he is enough to rank in the top ten, and even Ma Zhiyuan is no match for him.
Ma Zhiyuan said.
"With Elder Sun taking charge, there's no chance of anything going wrong."
"No matter how freakish that brat is, he can't possibly be a match for Old Master Sun."
Of course, to be on the safe side, Chen Haohan also mobilized a large number of experts.
The Lin family of Jinling, the Martial Arts Management Bureau, and the four major families of Jiangnan Prefecture—Liu, Hou, Ge, and Du—all took this opportunity to curry favor with the governor and sent many experts over.
In an instant, the Jiangnan Prefecture was in turmoil, with countless masters gathering at the governor's residence.
the next day.
It just so happens to be the Qingming Festival.
The weather was gloomy, with a light drizzle falling from the sky.
The air was somewhat stuffy and humid.
Haidong.
A mountain near the sea was shrouded in a light drizzle, with a thin mist floating around it.
Pedestrians on the street looked hurried.
This scene perfectly matches a line of poetry.
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