Chapter 497 - 315: Perfection of the First Layer of Enlightenment, Trait: Plundering Vitality, Creating the Seed of a Borrowed Dao

Han Feng carried the case filled with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and headed straight into the underground Quiet Chamber without a backward glance.

The stone door slowly closed, sealing him off from the outside world.

He sat cross-legged and opened the case. Instantly, the Quiet Chamber overflowed with a brilliant glow, and the dense Life Energy became almost tangible.

’Alright, time to begin my seclusion!’

With a calm gaze and not a hint of hesitation, Han Feng grabbed a portion of Red-eyed Bull Heart Blood, worth 1,200 Contribution Points, and swallowed it whole.

A violent surge of Vitality and Qi Blood Power erupted within him. Had any ordinary Martial Artist done the same, their meridians would have ruptured on the spot.

But for Han Feng, who possessed the Innate Sword Body and practiced the *Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique*, this was merely an appetizer.

’Open, twenty-first acupoint!’

He guided this immense energy, like the most savage of battering rams, and slammed it against the barrier of the next unopened acupoint.

A sharp pain shot through him as the acupoint was instantly covered in cracks.

But in the next second, the twenty fully-formed Longevity Sword Seeds vibrated in unison, releasing a verdant green Life Energy that repaired the damage in a flash.

Destroying to rebuild, the cycle repeated itself.

Backed by a massive amount of resources, Han Feng’s Cultivation progressed at a terrifyingly fast rate.

Inside the Quiet Chamber, day and night blurred into one.

When the Medicinal Power of the last stalk of Purple Jade Spirit Grass was completely absorbed, the thirty-sixth acupoint in Han Feng’s body burst wide open!

HUMMM!

Thirty-six Longevity Sword Seeds, like cyan Treasure Diamonds, glittered throughout his limbs and organs. Invisible threads seemed to connect them, forming a profound and perfect cycle.

[Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique, First Layer · Basic Star Ring, Perfection!]

[First Circulation Divine Effect Activated: Divine Power·Vitality Theft!]

[The thirty-six Longevity Sword Seeds have formed a preliminary cycle. During combat, 10% of the Life Energy from the damage inflicted on an enemy will be captured by the Sword Seeds and used to repair your body.]

[High resonance detected between host’s Root Bone and Cultivation Technique. Innate Sword Body (Middle Level) progress +500 (4145/10000)]

Han Feng slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the Sword Aura coursing endlessly through his body and a level of power he had never known before, he smiled faintly.

Cultivation: Perfection of the First Layer of the Enlightenment Realm!

’Time to test out the results.’

With a thought, his figure vanished from the Quiet Chamber and appeared in the Sword Tomb Space.

In the Martial Arts Illusion Realm, he chose no weapon, standing there unarmed.

"Simulate opponent: Blood Shadow (Half-step Grandmaster)."

A crimson figure materialized before him, radiating a chilling killing intent.

The next second, Blood Shadow moved.

It moved so fast it was just a blur, a crimson dagger shooting straight for Han Feng’s throat.

Before, it would have been impossible for Han Feng to dodge such an attack with his physical reflexes alone, without relying on Spirit Armor or a Body Technique.

But now, he merely tilted his head, and the dagger grazed the skin of his neck, leaving a cool sensation in its wake.

At the same time, he threw a punch straight at Blood Shadow’s chest.

BAM!

Blood Shadow was sent flying back several meters, its chest caved in from the blow, wisps of crimson energy dissipating from the wound.

Meanwhile, the shallow scratch on Han Feng’s neck was already healing rapidly.

To his greater surprise, the energy dissipating from Blood Shadow’s body seemed to be drawn by some unseen force.

A tiny fraction of it transformed into an invisible warm current that seeped through his skin, where it was absorbed by the thirty-six Sword Seeds and converted into power to heal his wound.

’So this is Vitality Theft...’ Han Feng realized.

Although the simulated Blood Shadow possessed no true "Vitality," its energy still contained an imprint of life, which could also be captured by the Sword Seeds.

"Again!"

His battle lust surging, Han Feng took the initiative and charged forward.

For the next ten minutes, the Martial Arts Illusion Realm was filled with the whistle of fists and explosive bursts of energy.

Han Feng completely abandoned technique, engaging Blood Shadow in a raw, primal brawl.

New wounds continuously appeared on his body, only to heal in the very next second. He felt like an unkillable cockroach, his fighting spirit only growing stronger with every blow he took.

As long as his opponent couldn’t take him out in a single blow, victory in this war of attrition would inevitably be his.

Of course, this fighting style was just for fun during a test.

’Why fight with my fists when I have a Flying Sword? That’s just dumb.’

Han Feng sent Blood Shadow flying with a kick, ending the simulation, and grumbled to himself.

With the test complete, he had a new appreciation for his own strength.

Based on his Martial Arts Cultivation alone, he could now hold his own against an ordinary Enlightenment Late Stage practitioner.

Of course, if he were to use his Flying Sword and Divine Sense abilities, it would be a different story entirely.

Next, he habitually checked his system panel, his gaze falling on the [Sword Seed Dao Transmission] entry.

[Target: Zhao Tianlan]

[Divine Soul Sword Seed (Three-Inch Heart Sword) Cultivation Progress: 0.26%]

’There’s already progress after just a few days?’ Han Feng was surprised for a moment, but then decided it was only natural.

Zhao Tianlan was an Outstanding Talent to begin with, possessing a Thunderous Body and exceptional Talent for Spiritual Power.

Coupled with the "special tutoring" and Cultivation advice Han Feng had given him, his rapid progress was to be expected.

’Looks like this investment is paying off nicely.’

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction and exited the Sword Tomb Space.

Several consecutive days of frenzied seclusion had left him mentally wound up. He decided to go out for a walk to relax.

As soon as he opened the door to the Quiet Chamber, the butler, Old Liu, approached him.

"Sir, a Mr. Long Xiao has come by a few times. He said there are some matters at the Black Market that require your attention."

"Understood."

Han Feng changed his clothes, but instead of heading directly to the Black Market, he went for a stroll around the East Sea Martial Arts University campus.

Watching the young, vibrant students come and go, his frayed nerves slowly began to unwind.