Jiang Feng walked towards the second box again. In the middle of the box was an ancient book. On the book were written four large characters: "Nine Transformations of the Golden Body".
It turns out this book contains Jiang Zhantian's body-refining techniques, a technique comprised of nine levels. Each level is extremely brutal, and those with weak hearts and minds may go berserk and explode midway through. However, the benefits are self-evident: perfecting the first level will make one comparable to a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Body training is not popular in the world of cultivation, as most cultivators are more concerned with cultivation, treasures, and the understanding of the world. For example, the demon race is naturally stronger than humans.
After a day of study, Jiang Feng had a comprehensive understanding of the Nine-Turn Golden Body. Unfortunately, the book did not describe the method of practicing the last level. It seemed that he would have to ask his father in person later. At this moment, the ancient book suddenly burst into green flames. Jiang Feng hurriedly stepped back and watched the ancient book turn into ashes. Jiang Feng was not anxious, as he knew that this must be some kind of restriction imposed by his father. Now this method was in his mind. The first level of the Nine-Turn Golden Body: Broken tendons and bones, and re-building the golden body
Thinking about this level of the formula, Jiang Feng complained: "Which perverted master created this technique! It breaks all the tendons and veins in my body and tears my bones apart. This kind of pain is not something that ordinary cultivators can endure."
Jiang Feng didn't rush to open the third box. He took out a pot of old wine from his space ring and drank it like his grandfather. He knew that the wine in it was left for him by his mother. Jiang Feng had never seen his mother, but mother and son were connected by heart. Knowing his mother's current situation, his heart was broken.
As the wine glass fell to the ground, Jiang Feng slowly walked towards the box his mother had left him. Suddenly, the moment he opened the box, a cloud of dust erupted. Jiang Feng had no time to dodge, and his entire body felt like a mouse emerging from a flour jar. Jiang Feng gathered his consciousness and looked around, only to find himself enveloped in a mist.
At this moment, a clear, pleasant, and extremely hearty laugh suddenly rang out: "Hahahaha... silly son, what do you think? Have you been tricked by your mother?"
After hearing the laughter, Jiang Feng subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. In an instant, a female figure gradually emerged from the diffuse mist. The woman was wearing a long dress as white as snow, with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy descending to the earth. Her figure was graceful and curvy, and every gesture exuded a charming charm. Looking at her beautiful face, her skin was as white as cream, her eyebrows were as dark as distant black, her eyes were full of autumn water, her nose was straight, and her lips were naturally red. Her long, shiny black hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders, gently fluttering, adding a touch of softness. But the most touching thing was her eyes, which not only revealed a hint of tenderness, but also sparkled with a smart light, as if they could see through everything in the world.
As the woman slowly approached Jiang Feng, each step seemed to tread on light clouds and mist, a dreamlike illusion that left one mesmerized. Jiang Feng's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief as he stared blankly at the approaching woman. He had never imagined his mother could be so beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven.
"Feng'er, my poor silly child..." The woman's delicate, voluptuous lips parted slightly, and the words that emanated from her mouth were melodious and graceful, like the sound of nature, reaching Jiang Feng's ears and causing him to feel deeply moved. Jiang Feng listened quietly to this familiar yet strange voice. Before he knew it, tears had blurred his vision and streamed down his cheeks.
"Mother..." Jiang Feng called out softly, his lips trembling, his voice choked with sobs. At this moment, his heart was already filled with endless longing and deep grievance. For so many years, he had constantly longed to see his mother in person one day, and now that wish had finally come true.
Liu Shengyi then said seriously, "Feng'er, I know you must have suffered a lot over the years. This is an energy afterimage, it won't last long, so you must remember what I say next! I believe Jiang Zhong must have told you our identities, so remember not to rush to save us. Without strength, you will only die in vain."
Jiang Feng nodded solemnly. Liu Shengyi continued, "I believe your father must have passed on the Nine Transformations Golden Body to you. This damned man, I must punish him when I get the chance in the future. He allowed his son to practice such a dangerous physical skill. This Nine Transformations Golden Body is indeed amazing. Now, I will pass on the entire Qingyun Jue to you."
In an instant, a golden light rushed into Jiang Feng's mind, giving him a completely new understanding of the Qingyun Jue.
Liu Shengyi smiled and said, "How about it, isn't Mom amazing? If the Nine Transformations Golden Body is a training for the body, then the Qingyun Jue is a training for the soul. The souls of ordinary cultivators are very fragile. The Qingyun Jue can not only strengthen one's soul, but also launch soul attacks."
Jiang Feng opened his mouth wide after hearing what his mother said. If he were to fight someone and attack them with his soul, then...
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