Chapter 450 - 300: Longevity Sword Technique Refines Vitality, the Jiangbei Titan Locks Dragon’s Fang

"Condense!"

Han Feng let out a low shout, unreservedly pouring the vast Vitality he had just devoured into the Array.

HUMMM—

The Array was instantly activated, beginning to spin rapidly and contract.

All of the light and Energy converged toward a single point at the very center.

Ultimately, a Longevity Sword Seed formed—the size of a mustard seed, resembling a cyan Treasure Diamond, with silver-white sword light and emerald-green Vitality swirling and intertwining within.

It floated silently in the center of the Dubhe Acupoint.

’Success!’

Han Feng could clearly feel that a miraculous, blood-deep connection had formed between him and the Sword Seed.

It was like an extension of his own body, one he could control at will.

’Time to test its effects.’

A glint of madness flashed in Han Feng’s eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he mobilized a current of Soul-Burning Sword Aura—far more violent than before—and sent it crashing ruthlessly against the inner walls of the Dubhe Acupoint.

HISSS—

Even with Han Feng’s tolerance for pain, he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

The sensation was like someone forcefully scraping his most fragile internal organs with a wire brush.

As excruciating pain washed over him, the inner walls of the acupoint were instantly covered in a web of fine cracks.

Before, he would have had to stop immediately, then spend several days slowly Nurturing and repairing the damage through painstaking effort.

But now, he had a cheat.

’Repair!’

At Han Feng’s command, the Longevity Sword Seed in the center of the Dubhe Acupoint suddenly erupted with brilliant light.

A stream of incredibly pure Life Energy surged out from it, spreading like a gentle spring rain to instantly cover the entire damaged acupoint.

The newly formed cracks began to heal and recover at a rate visible to the naked eye, taking less than a single breath of time.

The entire acupoint was as good as new—in fact, it was even more resilient than before.

’Powerful! This is too powerful!’

An unprecedented gleam burst forth from Han Feng’s eyes.

This recovery effect was more effective than any Miracle Elixir.

The only drawback was that it was a bit of a "gas-guzzler."

That single use had consumed nearly thirty percent of the Sword Seed’s Vitality reserves.

However, when Han Feng glanced at the mountain of "ingredients" piled in his Storage Ring, the smile that spread across his face was like that of a wolf eyeing a flock of sheep.

’What did a little consumption like that matter?’

He picked up another slice of a Red-eyed Bull’s heart, tossed it into his mouth, and a vast wave of Vitality Power surged through him, which was promptly absorbed by the Sword Seed.

The depleted Energy was instantly replenished, leaving a small surplus.

A perfect Cultivation loop was formed!

’If that’s the case, then don’t blame me for what I’m about to do...’

Han Feng’s gaze grew feverish.

He was no longer content with simple repairs; he began a far more brutal process of "expansion."

Under his control, wisps of Soul-Burning Sword Aura transformed into the sharpest of chisels and began to forcibly expand the capacity of the Dubhe Acupoint.

Rupture! Repair!

Rupture again! Repair again!

In this endlessly repeating cycle, the Dubhe Acupoint was rapidly expanded in a manner that could only be described as savage.

「One hour later.」

Han Feng performed Introspection, observing the Dubhe Acupoint. It had nearly doubled in size, and he could feel its capacity for Sword Aura skyrocket from 150 wisps to 300. An expression of pained ecstasy appeared on his face.

’The efficiency is incredible. It’s just a little hard on the jaw.’

Han Feng felt his jaw muscles aching from all the chewing.

So, he stopped eating it piece by piece. With a single thought, the heart of a "Red-eyed Bull"—worth several thousand Spirit Coins—emerged from his Storage Ring, along with a few equally priceless "Dragon Blood Ginsengs." His Sword Aura instantly diced them into a slurry of minced meat and herbal pulp that floated before him.

He opened his mouth and inhaled. The washbasin-sized glob of potent energy—an amount that would make an ordinary Tier Three Martial Artist explode from indigestion—transformed into a blood-red serpent and was swallowed in a single gulp.

His Vitality Power was ceaselessly replenished, and thanks to his Innate Sword Body, his Sword Aura also recovered at a rapid pace.

Without further hesitation, Han Feng immediately set his sights on the second acupoint: the Phecda Acupoint.

Having done it once, he was far more proficient at condensing the Sword Seed the second time around.

Carving, sculpting, condensing, repairing, expanding...

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water.

In just one day and one night, when Han Feng opened his eyes again, his aura was another level stronger than before he had entered seclusion.

The second Longevity Sword Seed had successfully formed within the Phecda Acupoint.

The total amount of Sword Aura in his body had broken through to 600 wisps.

’Opening and stabilizing a new acupoint in a single day. This speed...’

Even Han Feng himself was startled.

This efficiency was more than ten times faster than when he had used Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures like the Rock Core Body Tempering Liquid for assistance!

’Again!’

Having gotten a taste of the benefits, Han Feng had no intention of stopping.

He again reached into his Storage Ring, pulling out the entire gallbladder of a prepared Tier Three Peak Demon Beast—a "Black Water Profound Snake." Without so much as a glance, he swallowed it whole.

Bitter bile exploded in his mouth, transforming into an even more torrential flood of Energy.

The underground Quiet Chamber once again fell into absolute silence.

There was only a single young figure, frantically devouring and cultivating, accumulating power capable of shaking the heavens at a speed unimaginable to any outsider.

Time trickled by during this tedious yet efficient Cultivation.

「Meanwhile, thirteen hundred miles from the East Sea, at Dragon’s Fang Port.」

Ominous black clouds hung low, like a sponge saturated with ink, ready to be wrung out into a torrential downpour at any moment.

The sea wind, carrying a briny dampness, slammed against the port’s breakwater, throwing up white-crested waves several yards high.

But these waves weren’t just made of seawater.

There was steel.

BOOM—!

A muffled explosion echoed from the nearby sea, followed immediately by a pillar of water that shot skyward.