Chapter 422 - 290: Probing and Courting at the Banquet, Advancement in Cultivation

Meanwhile, the space within the acupoint itself was forcefully expanded, bit by bit, through this brutal "reconstruction" process.

The medicinal power of a bottle of Rock Core Body Tempering Liquid was quickly depleted.

Han Feng’s expression remained unchanged as he picked up a Red Flame Fruit and shoved it into his mouth.

A blazing Fire Attribute Energy erupted, and a new round of expansion began once more.

Time flew by amidst extreme pain and intense concentration.

When the medicinal power of the very last drop of Cyan Wood Essence was finally depleted, Han Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long, turbid breath.

The turbid breath condensed in the air, refusing to dissipate, and it carried a faint silver gleam as sharp as a sword’s edge.

He performed Introspection again.

Compared to its initial state, the Dubhe Acupoint had undergone a world-altering transformation.

The space, originally only the size of a fist, had now expanded by more than threefold, resembling a nascent miniature nebula!

More importantly, the inner walls of the acupoint had been repeatedly broken down and rebuilt.

They now possessed a resilient, crystalline texture and shimmered with a faint silver radiance, far surpassing their previous state.

And as the space expanded, the maximum amount of Sword Aura he could contain skyrocketed from fifty wisps to a full one hundred and fifty!

The silver wisps of Sword Aura swam joyfully through the vast acupoint, their resonance with one another far more fluid and nimble.

His strength had thus advanced another level.

"Finally... I’ve taken care of the first one."

Han Feng felt the power nearly overflowing within him, yet his face showed little joy.

Because he had run the numbers.

To expand this single acupoint to its limit, he had exhausted nearly all the resources he had "looted" from seven or eight Enlightenment Realm Martial Artists.

These were all Tier Three Upper Grade Spiritual Artifacts.

If converted into Spirit Coins, their total value would be at least nine thousand, approaching ten thousand!

’Ten thousand Spirit Coins, just to finish one acupoint.’

The Enlightenment Chapter of the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique required opening a total of 360 acupoints.

’Ten thousand for one... so thirty-six would be three hundred sixty thousand... and three hundred sixty would be... three million six hundred thousand?’

Han Feng was so shocked by the number that his vision went dark and the corner of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

’Three million six hundred thousand Spirit Coins?’

’That price... is enough to buy a stripped-down version of a Shadow fighter jet!’

And that was just the cost of expanding the acupoints, not including the subsequent expenses for Nurturing them and purchasing other supplementary Elixir Pills and equipment.

He felt as if he wasn’t cultivating, but instead using a top-of-the-line paper shredder to grind his future fortune into dust.

’Poor scholars, rich warriors. The ancients certainly weren’t lying.’

Han Feng couldn’t help but grumble. No wonder those from humble backgrounds were as rare as a phoenix feather among High Tier Martial Artists.

This path was paved with nothing but money.

’Good thing I have a cheat.’

Han Feng quickly adjusted his mindset, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Others had to work hard to earn money. He just needed to lift a finger, craft a few pieces of equipment, and the money would come rolling in.

Thinking of it that way, the massive debt of three million six hundred thousand didn’t seem so unattainable after all.

Though his cultivation session had come to an end, Han Feng was in no hurry to emerge from seclusion.

Mental exhaustion washed over him like a tide. That method of expanding his acupoints was also incredibly draining on his mind and spirit.

He put away the remaining materials, and with a thought, two items appeared in his hands.

One was the gift from Su Jian: the fist-sized piece of Deep Sea Fallen Star Iron that glowed with a deep blue luster.

The other was the Illusionary Void Crystal he had "tricked" someone into giving him, which looked like a shard of glass.

"Time to give you a major overhaul."

Han Feng’s gaze fell upon the Escapee One Spirit Armor on his wrist.