That very night,
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But that no longer mattered, for after Chu Feng's duels with
The only one still speculating about Wang Qiang's origins was Chu Feng himself. After refining the cultivation resource that Wang Qiang had given him—something that looked suspiciously like a lump of dung—Chu Feng had, just as he anticipated, achieved a breakthrough.
Currently, Chu Feng's cultivation had reached the Sixth Rank of Martial King. In the Martial Saint Continent, this level of cultivation was essentially insignificant. Even among his peers, it wasn't the strongest; it could only be considered average.
However, if this same Sixth Rank Martial King cultivation were placed in the Eastern Ocean Region, it would be the absolute peak. With Chu Feng's combat prowess, at his current cultivation level, he would be an unstoppable myth in the Eastern Ocean Region. It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to call him a god.
But how old was Chu Feng? Just a little over twenty.
If the veteran powerhouses of the Eastern Ocean Region knew of Chu Feng's current strength, who could say what feelings might stir in their hearts?
"I wonder how
"The seniors who once guided me... my brothers and sisters from the
At that moment, Chu Feng stood by the window, gazing at the moonlight, and couldn't help but think of the relatives, friends, and beloved women he had left behind in the Eastern Ocean Region.
He had thought of those dear people more than once or twice. After all, fighting alone in a distant land, even the most resilient iron man would inevitably feel moments of loneliness and solitude.
"I wonder when I'll be able to see you all again."
"I truly hope that day comes soon, but... in my current state, I still cannot protect you."
"I'm still too weak right now. I don't know when it will be that I can shield you from all harm, that I can truly protect you, protect everything I hold dear."
As Chu Feng spoke, his gaze fell upon his own right hand, which had clenched into a fist. The grip tightened further, and his heart grew increasingly tangled.
Unknowingly, Chu Feng had been in the Martial Saint Continent for over a year. In this time, his cultivation had advanced from the Eighth Rank of Martial General to the Sixth Rank of Martial King.
This speed of cultivation could only be described as astonishingly fast. It was something some people might spend their entire lives—or even several lifetimes—failing to achieve.
Yet, despite this, Chu Feng remained deeply dissatisfied with his rate of progress. The responsibility he bore was simply too heavy, heavier than anyone could imagine.
Although his progress was swift, and he had already far surpassed those companions who once fought alongside him, he was also acutely aware that out in the heavens, in that family he had never met, there existed countless geniuses.
Those geniuses shared his surname, flowed with the same blood, and possessed the same bloodline.
But their current circumstances were utterly different. While Chu Feng still struggled bitterly—even desperately—for cultivation resources, he could only imagine that those geniuses sat atop limitless stockpiles. For them, advancing in cultivation was likely the simplest of tasks.
What level of cultivation had those juniors of his generation reached? Chu Feng didn't know, but he could foresee that they were surely powerful—far more powerful than he was now. Perhaps, if even one of them stepped forward casually, they could crush all of his contemporaries in the Martial Saint Continent.
If the juniors were already like this, then what of the seniors? What would the foundation of such a family be like?
How powerful was such a family? How terrifying?
Yet, it was precisely this family that stood as Chu Feng's great enemy in the future, the very existence he had to defeat.