"I've really never heard of him."
"But if he could see through the flaws in your martial skill at a glance, he must be a very powerful martial cultivator."
"Could he be someone from the Bloodline Galaxy?"
"Or maybe he was just making it up and happened to get lucky?"
The purple-robed woman analyzed the matter with great seriousness, and by now even she was quite curious about Chu Feng.
"He said he was going to cultivate too — why don't we go take a look?" the black-robed woman said.
"Sure, let's go, miss." The purple-robed woman nodded eagerly.
She then spread her palm open, revealing a large stack of bamboo scrolls in her hand — she had scrolls from virtually every floor.
…
Meanwhile, on the first floor of the towering pagoda, Jie Yu had also entered.
"I just saw Yao Luo. Does that mean Ling Sheng'er is here too?" Jie Yu asked.
"Yes, Young Master Jie Yu. Miss Ling Sheng'er is currently cultivating a martial skill," the old man replied.
"I can't believe that little devil actually showed up too." Jie Yu's brow furrowed with concern. "She won't run into Chu Feng, will she?"
"No. Miss Ling Sheng'er is cultivating on the twenty-fourth floor."
"That young man can only reach the twentieth floor at most," the old man said.
"Good." Jie Yu nodded.
By now, Chu Feng had already climbed to the thirtieth floor.
It wasn't that the thirtieth floor met his requirements exactly — it was simply the highest floor where one could cultivate martial skills.
Anything above that was reserved for formation arts and formation arrays.
Chu Feng gripped the Primordial Hero Sword in his hand.
He stood in place with his eyes tightly shut.
In front of him was a row of bronze figures.
The formation gate rippled, and two figures stepped out — the black-robed woman and the purple-robed woman.
The black-robed woman was none other than Ling Sheng'er, the one Jie Yu had mentioned.
The purple-robed woman was Yao Luo, Ling Sheng'er's personal maidservant.
Though she was a personal maidservant, Yao Luo's own background was far from ordinary. Her family held an extremely prestigious position within the Seven Realms Sacred Residence.
She too was a genius.
And the only reason a genius of her caliber would willingly serve someone of the same generation was that Ling Sheng'er was extraordinary — both in status and in talent.
"She really did come here to cultivate a martial skill," Yao Luo whispered.
"Shh." Ling Sheng'er pressed her index finger to her lips, signaling Yao Luo to keep her voice down.
She then tiptoed over to a corner of the floor.
Yao Luo followed close behind.
At this moment, the anticipation in Yao Luo's eyes was even greater than Ling Sheng'er's.
In her mind, someone who could provide her miss with such accurate guidance in so short a time had to be an incredibly powerful genius.
"Miss, do you think he'll succeed?" Yao Luo asked in a hushed voice.
The reason she asked was that they both understood what the thirtieth floor truly was.
Ling Sheng'er was already a martial prodigy, yet she could currently only cultivate on the twenty-fourth floor.
Chu Feng had made it to the thirtieth. If he could truly harness the power here, that would prove his cultivation was formidable indeed.
"Who knows? Let's wait and see," Ling Sheng'er said with a smile.
But time ticked by, and Chu Feng remained perfectly still in the same spot.
"Why isn't he moving?" Yao Luo asked, confused.
"Let me take a closer look." As she spoke, Ling Sheng'er's eyes transformed to a vivid purple.
With those eyes, she observed Chu Feng — and even she was somewhat surprised.
"He's absorbing the power here. A continuous, unbroken stream of absorption," Ling Sheng'er said.
"Continuous absorption? Can he handle that much?" Yao Luo was shocked as well.
The reason ordinary people couldn't cultivate here was that while this place's power was beneficial for mastering martial skills, that tremendous power also required tremendous control to harness.
Otherwise, the opposite would happen — it would be easy to fall into deviation.
Normally, people would carefully regulate the speed at which this place's power entered their bodies.
But Chu Feng was doing the complete opposite?
Continuous absorption — how extraordinary would one's control need to be to accomplish that?
The anticipation in Yao Luo's lovely eyes only deepened.
She didn't say another word, simply watching in silence — her demeanor meek and well-behaved, utterly different from the girl who had first confronted Chu Feng.
Time flew by. An entire hour had passed.
Throughout that hour, Chu Feng had remained completely motionless, and he had stopped absorbing the floor's power half an hour ago.
"Miss, could it be that he's not cultivating a martial skill at all?"
"Maybe he's practicing some special technique?" Yao Luo asked.
"It does seem like he's cultivating a martial skill. Otherwise why carry a sword?" Ling Sheng'er said.
"But then why isn't he moving? Who cultivates a martial skill like this?" Yao Luo was puzzled.
Just then, the aura around Chu Feng's body surged outward.
"His aura leaked out — he's a first-tier Half God, just like you!" Yao Luo's tone carried no praise whatsoever.
The reason she had been so full of anticipation was that she had assumed Chu Feng's cultivation must be far more advanced.
But a first-tier Half God, in the vast martial cultivation world of today, could only be described as decent — certainly not top-tier.
That was far from meeting Yao Luo's expectations.
Whoosh—
In that instant, Chu Feng's eyes snapped open, and he swept the long sword in his hand.
A wave of sword energy shot forward.
But in the very next moment, it vanished without a trace.
"Did he fail?" Yao Luo asked, watching the sword energy disappear.